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creker academy

member: eric genre: fluff (ft some angst), fantasy au word count: 6,182 synopsis: after finally triggering your hidden powers, fate lands you at creker academy, a special boarding school meant for shapeshifters. there, you learn how to control your abilities and that opposites do indeed attract.

The day you found out that you were adopted was the day your life fell apart. The secret was hidden from you until your uncle coldly drew the line at your parents’ funeral. He told you that he had no intention of taking responsibility for his brother’s actions and that you were no longer a part of the family.

That was how you ended up living alone in a tiny half-basement studio. You barely managed to afford the deposit and rent with the consolation money you received from the funeral.

Every day, Hyunjoon would come knocking at your door and every day, you would turn him away. It had only been a month since you became independent and the scar of losing your parents was still fresh. You were also too ashamed to face your friends. You didn’t want their pity and so you hid away in isolation.

On the night of your birthday, the pain became too unbearable. Although you aged another year, you were still only a teenager. Granted, you were in your last year of high school but you were still a minor. Having to fend for yourself in this harsh world was too much for you to handle.

As you cried yourself to sleep, you could feel a cold coming. The heat from your headache spread to the rest of your body and you felt yourself burning up.

After you bought some medicine from the pharmacy, you slipped into a deep slumber. Your dreams were wildly vivid. You dreamt of an enchanted forest that enticed you to take refuge in its comfort. There, animals of all species ran free and in harmony. It promised you acceptance and a home.

“It’s time you learn of your identity,” a soft voice spoke.

As soon as the whisper tickled your ears, the entire forest was up in flames. Strangely, you weren’t struck with fear. Rather, you felt empowered.

“Y/n, you need to learn how to control yourself,” the voice warned.

It was only then that you started to panic. The flames were engulfing everything in sight and all the animals were running for their lives.

“Y/n, you have to wake up. Now,” the voice commanded.

With that, your eyes shot open. To your horror, the scene in your dreams reflected the view in front of you. Your house was on fire and you were slowly getting cornered by the heat. Frightened, you look to the door only to see it consumed by the blaze.

“Trust your instincts, Y/n,” the voice in your head cooed. “Let your body take control.”

Bewildered, you had no idea what that meant. All you knew was that you had to get out of there. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to think of a solution. When you reopened them, the room seemed to be a lot bigger than normal. At that moment, you saw the window cracked open. It was your only hope.

Your body felt different when you stood up.

“Why am I so short all of a sudden?” you wondered.

You looked down and almost screamed when you saw paws instead of your feet. Except a meow came out of your throat instead.

You didn’t have time to freak out about it. Feeling something hot graze your tail, you jumped up and landed on the window sill. Your innate desire for survival kicked in and you squeezed through the opening to escape.

Once you felt fresh air in your lungs again, you ran. And ran. And ran. You didn’t know why or where you were going, but something in you told you to run. Your legs kept sprinting until they reached the forest that appeared in your dream. They came to a slow stop when you realized where you were.

“What is this place?” you pondered.

“This is the border between our world and the human world,” a woman in white suddenly emerged from the trees. “You are now about to cross into our territory.”

It was the same voice from your dream. Trying to grasp the situation, you opened your mouth to ask a million questions. But again, a meow replaced your voice.

“It’ll be easier for you to transition back once you're on our grounds,” she assured. She bent down and gestured for you to jump into her arms.

Not seeing any other option, you hesitantly took her offer. With you safely in her embrace, she passed through a translucent wall that revealed what looked like a huge campus. Your jaw dropped as you observed your surroundings. There were students walking around the magical place. You saw a girl tending the garden and gasped when her hands hovered above the flowers to revive them.

The woman brought you to an office you presumed to be hers and placed you in front of a mirror. Your shriek came out as a cute yelp and she chuckled.

“I-I’m a cat!” you thought.

“There’s an outfit you can change into once you return to your human form,” she pointed at the black dress neatly prepared on the table.

The second she finished her sentence, you felt a bare sensation. Looking down, you screeched at your naked body. Embarrassed and horrified, you quickly clothed yourself with the dress.

“W-What’s going on?” you asked, relieved to finally hear your own voice again.

“I’m sure you felt different from others your whole life?” she asked. It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

She wasn’t wrong. All your life, you never felt like you fitted in anywhere. Maybe your body knew you were adopted before your mind did and ostracized itself. Or maybe you truly were different. You had weird talents that other kids thought were freaky, making you hide them and become introverted. For instance, you were suspiciously good at starting fires from scratch at summer camp and didn’t feel any pain when your shirt accidentally caught on fire.

“I know this must be shocking to you but you’re special, Y/n. We’ve been waiting for you. Waiting for you to trigger your powers to bring you here,” she smiled.

“My what?” you gaped.

“Your powers. What you just did back at your old house and right now. You’re a shapeshifter, Y/n. A shapeshifter with the element of fire,” she explained.

“I’m a what now?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Creker Academy is a school and home for students just like you. It’s a place meant to train you how to control your powers. Without our guidance, you’ll lead down a path of self-destruction.”

Baffled by her words, you stared in silence. There was no way any of this was true. Surely this had to be a dream.

“This isn’t a prank or a dream, Y/n. You’ve finally found where you belong,” she clarified.

Belong. You had never felt like you really belonged anywhere. But now, someone was telling you that you belonged with them. That they wanted you there. That they had been waiting for you.

“I understand you must feel overwhelmed. But there are procedures to follow so I’m afraid you will have to begin your tour first. A fellow student will be arriving soon to show you around.”

As if on cue, a boy around your age knocked on the door and came in after receiving the woman’s permission to enter.

“Hello, Headmaster,” he bowed.

“Eric, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Eric. He will be helping you adjust here,” she introduced.

Eric was bright eyed and eager to meet a new friend. You, on the other hand, were quite reserved and uncomfortable in your new environment.

He was excitedly pointing out the purpose of each room you passed by and rambled on about the social norms of the boarding school. You learned that on top of academics, there were classes on virtues and physical training. And of course, classes that taught you how to properly use and contain your powers.

The use of magic was strictly prohibited inside any and all buildings. Students could practice their skills outside but were forbidden from any acts that could potentially put someone or something at risk. That was the one rule that was rigidly enforced and obeyed.

“So what animal and element are you?” he curiously pried. “I’m a dog with the element of water.”

“I’m… apparently a cat,” you felt ridiculous saying it aloud. “And control fire.”

“Ah, you’re a member of the fire element,” he nodded. “What that means is that your element rivals with mine. Some people see fire elements as hotheaded, impulsive, and extreme. Water elements are sometimes emotional, sensitive, and antisocial. But those are all just stereotypes, of course. Not everyone fits into the standard. I, for one, am very outgoing. And your animal obviously plays a role in your personality. I guess the dog in me overpowers the water.”

You had moved on from the indoor portion of the tour to the outside part. He was showing you the garden you had passed by earlier. It was full of flowers that wouldn’t be in bloom this season in the normal world.

“I’m a strong believer in that there are good traits about each element. For example, fire elements are passionate, inspirational, and expressive. They’re arguably the most fun people you’ll ever meet. Water elements are empathetic, imaginative, and loving. But again, all this is relative and doesn’t accurately describe each person,” he reminded. “The only reason there’s still a stupid feud is because some people love sticking to the status quo and labeling others.”

“What are the other elements? Air and earth?”

“Yup! Air elements are independent, talkative, fickle, and nonconformists. Most likely social butterflies. Earth elements are disciplined, loyal, organized, and judgemental. Oftentimes the leader.”

Eric greeted a male student who was passing by with two other boys. He exchanged smiles with the three of them who offered you a kind nod of acknowledgement.

“That was Sangyeon. He’s a bear. On his left is Jacob, a rabbit. The one on the right is Younghoon, who’s also a dog like me. They’re all earth elements,” he disclosed. “Sangyeon is the class representative of our grade. Definitely fits the leader stereotype.”

You couldn’t get over how thrilled he was to be your tour guide. He was filling you in on even the little details of the social life at the academy. He told you about how transfer students were rare and that it was his first time seeing a new student.

His vibrancy contrasted your somber aura. If he noticed, he didn’t comment on it. He was having too much fun getting to know you.

“Oh! That’s Hyunjae and Juyeon,” Eric suddenly pointed at a pair of boys on a morning run. He waved at the two who waved back before speeding up.

“The one with brown hair is Hyunjae, a wolf and fire element. His real name is Jaehyun but he changed it to Hyunjae once he got to Creker Academy. Juyeon’s the one with black hair and is a cat like you. Except he’s a water element like me,” he grinned. “They’re my best friends. Oh, and this guy named Sunwoo who’s a raccoon with the element of fire. As you can see, water and fire elements can get along fine and well. So don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise.”

By the time he was done showing you around, a bell rang and students began to convene inside. Eric explained that the bell was signaling the beginning of classes and brought you to his homeroom.

“Breakfast is buffet style and self served. It’s up to you to wake up and come down to eat. The cafeteria remains open for an hour until that bell rings and we have to get to class,” he said you entered.

Looking around for an empty seat, his face lit up when he spotted one. He sat at his desk and tapped on the one behind him to let you know that it was yours to take.

You still hadn’t processed all that’s happened since dawn. Everything felt like a haze. Nevertheless, you found yourself paying attention when the teacher walked in. He scanned the room to find a new face and smiled when he made eye contact with you.

“Alright, guys. I’m happy to announce that we have a new student that will be joining us starting today,” he beckoned for you to come up to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a hole. Feeling your classmates gazes on you, you gulped and began to sweat. You were never a fan of attention. You quickly introduced yourself before rushing back to your seat, eliciting giggles from a few students. Your cheeks heated up and you felt that burning tingle again.

The awkwardness made you transform back into a cat, making your classmates gasp. Their intensified stares made the tips of your fur ignite, alarming the teacher who tried to calm you down.

“Well I guess she’s a fire cat,” a girl snickered.

Eric shot her a glare before leaning in to ask if you wanted him to put the fire out with his water. Not knowing what else to do, you nodded and the next thing you knew, you were drenched.

So much for your first day.

You ran out of the room before you could change back into a human. You fled but didn’t know where to go. You grew anxious, desperately hoping you wouldn’t end up flashing anyone.

“Hey!” someone called out. You turned around to see a male approaching you. Panicking, you dove into a bush.

“You’re the newbie, right?” he asked, taking something out of his bag. He dug out a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts and placed them in front of you. “I usually carry around a spare outfit in case of emergencies. I hope you don’t mind the fit.”

You were still in your animal form so you peaked your head out to look at him.

“My name’s Chanhee. Air element penguin,” he squatted down to meet your eyes. “Everyone’s first day is rough. You’re not the only one who’s had incidents like this so try not to feel so bad about it.”

He stood to go back to class, leaving you to change in privacy once you returned to your normal body. Your hair was still wet as you dragged yourself back to the headmaster’s office.

The headmaster looked at you with pity when you walked in looking worn out. You didn’t have to tell her for her to know what happened.

“How about I show you to your dorm?” she warmly suggested. Anything was better than returning to the classroom.

Due to your late enrollment, you were assigned a single room as opposed to the traditional double rooms. You were glad you didn’t have to go through the process of meeting and getting used to a roommate. It was a small but cozy space and the closet was filled with clothes.

You realized all of your belongings were probably burned down in your old home. Now you really didn’t have anything to go back to.

Before the headmaster left to allow you to settle in, she insisted that you join your classmates for lunch later. You wanted to say that you just wanted to stay in your room but her stern look had you close your mouth.

So you begrudgingly made your way to the cafeteria and gawked at the amount of students packed inside. Feeling them stare at you, you tried to ignore their whispers as you grabbed a tray of food. To your relief, you saw Eric motioning you over and went to go sit down next to him.

His group of friends was fairly large. You saw the boys he had named earlier that day and were surprised to see Chanhee again.

“Hi! I’m Changmin,” one enthusiastically waved. “I’m an air squirrel.”

“Haknyeon, air pig,” another raised his hand.

“My animal is a hamster and my element is water. You can call me Kevin,” the last one smiled.

After shyly exchanging greetings with everyone, you poked at the rice on your plate. The food was undeniably better than the food served at your old school. However, thinking about your old school made your stomach drop as you thought of the friends you left behind. You were sure Hyunjoon was worried sick about you.

“Do you hate water? And have you always hated water? I would assume you don’t like it very much as a cat and fire element,” Changmin looked at you with sparkling eyes that displayed his curiosity.

“Yeah I actually never learned how to swim. I guess that explains why. I never had a reason when my friends asked me about it,” you mused. In hindsight, your unreasonable hatred and fear of water made sense.

“Interesting, interesting,” he nodded.

Like that, the next couple of months flew by. You were put on an intensive program to catch up with your peers and received one-on-one tutoring to help you learn how to shapeshift at will. You could now easily turn into a cat but still had trouble returning to your human form.

To your dismay, you were denied communication with the outside world. The headmaster was very much against risking having the academy and everyone’s identities exposed. Which meant that you weren’t allowed to contact anyone from your previous life.

One good thing was that you were no longer the hot topic of the school. People’s interest in you died down when you didn’t reciprocate theirs.

You grew close to Eric and his group of friends. They were an interesting bunch. Each of them were uniquely chaotic.

Eric was the exact opposite of you. Literally. As a water element dog, his personality contrasted your fiery cat. Everything from your food tastes to fashion style were different. Yet, you felt the most comfortable with him. He brought light into your life and made adjusting to your new school easier.

You were also always at odds with Juyeon. Although you were both cats, he was everything you weren’t. He was sweet but you just didn’t match on so many things. This meant for a very awkward but pleasant friendship.

You got along best with Chanhee. His air side complemented your fire and he quickly became your closest friend. He was both sassy and caring and you appreciated his endless concern and support for you.

Changmin was a wild card. He and Sunwoo wrecked havoc everywhere they went as Younghoon and Haknyeon incited them while Kevin and Jacob were trying their best to prevent them from destroying the campus. Sangyeon and Hyunjae, who were usually busy with student council matters, were the only ones who could calm everyone down but sometimes chose to enjoy the mayhem.

“Did you guys hear the rumors?” Sunwoo bursted through the classroom door panting. “The headmaster is considering an overnight field trip for the seniors!”

Jaws dropped and gasps spread throughout the students. The room was immediately in a buzz as everyone was shocked and excited at the possibility of leaving the sealed territory. It had been 5 years since students were allowed a trip in the outside world.

The homeroom teacher came in and hushed everyone to quiet down. He couldn’t hide the smile that forced its way onto his face after seeing how happy his students looked.

“Is it true we might get a senior trip?” Haknyeon impatiently asked.

“I cannot comment on that. An official announcement will be made later today,” the teacher said.

“That’s not a no!” Younghoon squealed.

True to his words, the headmaster’s voice was heard over the PA system before the dismissal bell. She congratulated the seniors on their hard work and announced that they would be given the opportunity to sign up to spend 3 days and 2 nights on a cruise.

The entire floor of students erupted into cheers and you heard footsteps run across as they barged into classrooms to find their friends and rejoice together. Changmin came into your classroom dragging Kevin and Juyeon behind him.

“Guys, I can’t believe it! It’s been forever since I last saw humans,” Changmin gushed.

“The whole point of us going on a private boat is to ensure that we don’t have any run-ins with humans,” Kevin reminded.

“Yeah but I’m sure we’d pass by them on our way there,” Changmin rolled his eyes.

Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Jacob strolled in, greeting your group of friends with a nod of acknowledgment. They waited as the rest of you gathered your stuff to leave together.

“Everyone’s going, right? Y/n, you too?” Eric asked.

“Umm,” you hesitated as you looked at their expectant eyes. “I honestly don’t know if it’d be a good idea… I’m still not in complete control over my powers.”

“Aw but Y/n! You can’t miss out on this once in a lifetime trip with all of us!” Sunwoo whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be your last time leaving campus before graduating! Plus, it’ll be your first and last major bonding experience with our class,” Younghoon pouted.

“I know how hard fire can be to control. If you want, I can stay with you and try to help you detect signs of distress before it manifests itself,” Hyunjae offered.

“And I‘ll be next to you to put out any accidents!” Eric beamed.

“You know I always have extra clothes in my bag,” Chanhee added.

You couldn’t say no to the 11 pairs of pleading eyes. They all so desperately wanted you to go with them that it warmed your heart. It hadn’t even been long since you first met them but they always treated you like you were with them from the start.

So you added your name to the list of students and that was how you ended up dragging your suitcase to the giant cruise ship. Haknyeon was bouncing in excitement next to you as the throng of high schoolers slowly made their way inside.

Room assignments were the same as back at the academy, which meant that you were in a single by yourself again. Changmin expressed his envy as Chanhee happily pulled him into their shared room.

Once you were unpacked, you headed to the deck and admired the seascape. The ship was already sailing into the vast ocean and the endless horizon felt so freeing. Leaning on the handrails, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The salty smell brought back memories of visiting the beach with your parents.

You felt someone join you but didn’t open your eyes. You could tell by their footsteps that it was Eric.

“Enjoying the change in environment?” he asked.

“Makes me a bit nostalgic,” you said as you opened your eyes.

The wind was strong and the waves were violently crashing into the sides of the boat. With the sun glistening in the water’s reflection, you squinted a bit to appreciate the scenery in front of you.

“Isn’t the view so pretty?” you sighed in content. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t looking at the sea. Instead, he was staring at you.

“Yeah. Extremely pretty,” he found himself saying with a soft smile.

To Eric’s slight annoyance, Sunwoo came and tactlessly interrupted the moment to tell you two to meet everyone else at the pool. He was raving about the jacuzzi next to it and eagerly tugged at Eric’s sleeve to hurry him up.

Younghoon was already shoving Hyunjae’s head underwater when you arrived. Jacob waved at you from the chaise lounge and you sat down next to him. Giggling, you watched Sangyeon climb on top of both of them as Juyeon egged him on. Changmin and Chanhee were relaxing in the jacuzzi while Kevin and Haknyeon were piling food on their plates at the snack bar.

Eric was thrown into the pool thanks to Sunwoo’s push and he emerged to the surface screaming and laughing. Using his powers to add more pressure, he splashed Sunwoo with water, who ran off shrieking.

“Do you not like the water as well?” you turned around to face Jacob.

“I don’t necessarily dislike it but I don’t really like it either,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind jumping in if the guys tell me to join.”

“Do you hate the water or are you afraid of it?” Haknyeon asked as he and Kevin took a seat next to you.

“I guess both?” you answered.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not that fond of large bodies of water either,” Kevin said as he offered Jacob a bite of his pizza. “Pretty weird for a water element, huh?”

“Hey, hey, we don’t stick to stereotypes. We are all individuals with personalities and preferences unique to our own character,” Jacob chided.

“Oh how I love confirmation biases,” Haknyeon joked.

You had to admit it was pretty interesting to see how each person matched and defied their element and animal characteristics. It was like taking a personality test and fervently agreeing with the parts that were true and blatantly ignoring the parts that weren’t.

The rest of the day was spent fooling around and playing games. There was never a dull moment with the boys. They were always in high spirits and full of energy.

Even at dinner, your table was the loudest one. Juyeon had been sneakily stealing a few bites of fish off of Haknyeon’s plate, who took great offense when he finally noticed. Meanwhile, Eric was bargaining with Younghoon for his chicken. At the mention of chicken, Hyunjae joined in on the negotiation of the last piece of meat.

So far, you haven't had a risky moment with either your element or animal. You were in complete control and didn’t need guidance—although Chanhee remained by your side just in case. When you made it back to your room to call it a night, you were relieved and proud that the trip was going smoothly without any hiccups.

Perhaps you spoke too early.

In one of the rooms down the hall, a girls’ night had turned awry. One of the girls, a water element, began crying and started a waterflow that got out of hand. The more she panicked and tried to stop it, the higher the water rose. It quickly seeped into the hallway and into other rooms.

With her friends screaming at her to make it stop, it only escalated with a loud whoosh as the door broke open from the pressure. Now in full panic mode, the girls shrieked and realized that the place was flooding from the inside out.

They trudged through the rising water to flee, banging on doors on their way out. Doors swung open as students woke up from the commotion.

By the time Juyeon finally managed to wake Eric up from his deep sleep, the water was nearly up to the bed. The roommates freaked out, wondering what the heck was going on. Juyeon quickly grabbed his bag and hurried Eric to leave.

On their way out, however, they saw that your door was still closed.

“Shit, Y/n can’t swim,” Eric gasped.

“The water’s not that deep yet. Let’s get her out while it’s still walkable,” Juyeon said as he threw his bag down and started walking towards your room.

Meanwhile, you were still sound asleep. You were startled awake by the pounding. When you registered the situation, the fear made you shift into a cat before you could get up and unlock the door. You anxiously glanced at the closed door as the water began to climb up your body.

Outside, Eric felt a pit form in his stomach. Getting worried, he decided to break your door open. With the help of Juyeon, he barely slammed the heavy wood down by mustering up all the strength he had.

“Y/n!” he yelled when he finally saw you.

You were struggling to keep your head above the water and it was getting harder by the second to not breathe in the liquid. He rushed to pick you up and kept you afloat even when he stumbled. The waves were now reaching his chest.

Juyeon transformed into his cat form to swim as Eric trekked through the hall. You were clinging onto him and Eric was holding onto you tightly as well. You could feel him pant and his heart beat fast. Tucked under his arm, you looked up to see beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

Your own heart skipped a beat at the sight. You could tell how much he cared for you. He made you feel wanted. Needed. Important.

You two were polar opposites but still complemented each other so well. He was the optimism you lacked and you were his rock. You kept him grounded and he made you laugh.

When you finally escaped to the deck, Juyeon stepped away to change back into a human and put on clothes. Your friends crowded around you, Younghoon drying you off with a towel and Chanhee placing a clean outfit next to you.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” the headmaster called out, turning heads. “I’m glad you’re all safely out but it’ll take some time to drain the water. Please calmly stay in groups until we sort everything out.”

Thanks to your months of training, you were now able to sense when your transformation was about to occur. You grabbed the clothes with your mouth and ran off before you could flash anyone. You sheepishly returned wearing one of Chanhee’s pajama shirts and with water still dripping from your hair.

“Y/n!” Sunwoo dramatically whined, jumping you for a hug. Displeased, Eric peeled him off of you and handed you another towel.

“Thanks, Eric,” you smiled. “For… everything.”

“No problem,” he grinned as he ruffled your head.

“Thank God these two got you out safe and sound,” Sangyeon sighed in relief. You apologized for worrying everyone, to which Hyunjae insisted that you had no reason to feel sorry.

Luckily, the next day was not as eventful. A dinner party was prepared for the last night on the cruise and you got to dress up and have fun. You enjoyed a relaxing time in the ballroom with music playing from the speakers and the boys embarrassing themselves on the dance floor.

You giggled as you watched Changmin ask his crush for a dance after Chanhee quite literally pushed his friend to approach her. It was sweet to see both of them all shy in each other’s arms.

Juyeon nudged Eric and nodded in your direction to ask if he was going to ask you to dance as well. When Eric pretended not to know what he was talking about, Sunwoo joined in to tease him.

“Come on, bro. We all know you like her. Just hurry up and make a move already,” Sunwoo snickered.

“Ooh are we talking about Y/n?” Hyunjae came after eavesdropping.

“I hate you guys,” Eric rolled his eyes as he tried to hide his blush.

Learning from Chanhee, Sunwoo shoved his best friend towards you and fled after he bumped into you. Shooting him a glare, Eric silently swore at him with his eyes. He cringed before turning around to face you.

He felt his breath being stolen away when his eyes met yours. You were absolutely stunning. The glimmer of the chandelier shining on your enhanced your features and he found himself lost in your orbs.

From a few tables away, Kevin and Jacob had joined the other three guys to fanboy over the interaction. Juyeon whispered “he’s totally whipped” to Sunwoo who failed to hold back his laughter. Eric, however, didn’t even notice. He was too busy gaping at you.

“Uhh is there something on my face?” you asked, bringing your palm to your cheek. You were slightly self conscious at his intense staring.

“Beauty,” he blurted. Trying to play it cool, he acted confident and ignored the burst of laughter from his friends. You felt your face heat up at his comment and awkwardly coughed as you looked away.

“Y-You look great too,” you stuttered.

On his way to pour himself some more punch, Chanhee loudly told you to just dance with Eric. He passed by and continued to walk towards the drinks without a care as to how flustered he left you two. Your friends were practically doubling over in laughter at this point.

So Eric boldly held your hand and gently guided you to the dance floor. Feeling your body heat up, he applied his cooling powers on you to prevent you from igniting flames.

“I guess we could say there’s a spark between us,” he joked.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur. You hadn’t felt so carefree in so long. For the first time in a while, you weren’t hung up on the past or worried about the future. You simply appreciated the moment as you were living it.

You never expected things to turn out the way it did. With the death of your parents, you lost a lot of things. But your new friends made you feel complete again. They healed you in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

The revelation of your true identity also brought you peace. You no longer felt like the odd one out. Your own powers didn’t scare you and you felt safe learning about them at the boarding school.

However, you began to doubt all of that the second you docked back on land. You were chatting with Eric about his favorite ramen brand when an all-too-familiar voice made you freeze.

“Y/n..?” he carefully called out. He slowly came up to see if it really was you and gasped when he saw that it was.

Eric didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy. Maybe it was because an unknown male had made a reappearance in your life or maybe it was because he recognized the way he was looking at you. It was the same way he looked at you as well.

Chanhee, now protective and defensive, slightly pushed you to the back to ask who he was.

“It’s okay, Chanhee. He’s my friend,” you assured, stepping forward.

Juyeon scowled, not liking that you were interacting with people from the human world. It was borderline going against the rules.

“Hey, Hyunjoon. Long time no see,” you timidly greeted.

“Are you kidding me? You disappeared after a fire burned down your house and that’s all you have to say to me?” Hyunjoon fumed.

You winced at the pain evident in his voice. It had hurt you to ignore your best friend and there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t miss him. Guilt-ridden, you were unable to meet his eyes. He took you by surprise by pulling you in for a hug.

“We thought of the worst, Y/n,” he murmured. “I forgive you for going M.I.A. on me. It’s okay. Everything’s fine as long as you’re here.”

You choked back tears but couldn’t stop one from falling down your cheek. You heard the headmaster gathering the students to get on the bus back home and knew that you didn’t have much time before you had to leave him again. Sangyeon patted you on the shoulder and ran ahead to ask the headmaster for leniency.

“I-I have to go soon,” you stammered as you broke away from his embrace.

“Go where? You’re not coming back home?” Hyunjoon asked.

“I… have a new home now,” you gulped. “I can’t tell you where and I can’t promise that I’ll be able to see you again. But I’ve missed you. I still do.”

“Are you safe?” he whispered after staying silent for a bit. “Are you happy?”

You took a glimpse of your group of friends that was unconvincingly pretending to not listen to the conversation. It almost made you chuckle despite the situation.

“Yeah,” you trailed off. “I’m doing well, Hyunjoon. And I hope the same for you. I’m sorry.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” he forced a smile as he hugged you one last time. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Hyunjoon.”

It pained you to see him watch you walk away. Your heart broke with each step you took. On the ride back to the forest, you stared out the window. Eric, sitting next to you, softly squeezed your hand to offer you some comfort.

“I made the right choice, right?” you asked, leaning on his shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” he cautiously asked.

You thought about it. You definitely missed Hyunjoon and all of your other old friends. You also definitely felt bad that you left them behind without a word and still couldn’t provide an explanation. But at the same time, you’ve grown to love your new school and new friends. You no longer had to be on edge without even knowing the reason why. Creker Academy made you feel confident. The boys made you feel accepted. Eric made you feel loved.

“No,” you answered with certainty. “Not at all.”

a/n: for the eric to my sunwoo, @sohnhorizon

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Shiizakana

2x09

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, manipulation

Author’s Note: I don’t know? What’s going on? My fingers just go and then I reread it and I’m like ‘oh shit i did that’ and i love it sm

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary :A truck driver's body appears to have been torn apart by two different species of animals working in tandem; Will meets Hannibal's new patient; Hannibal sends Will a test to determine his true self.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

(not my gif)

You leaned back against the headboard of the bed. You had woken up and wasn’t able to go back to sleep so you decided just to sit up and stare into the darkness, thinking and hoping that your eyes would get droopy enough to sleep. You didn’t want to have another nightmare if you did go to sleep. You had at least stopped waking up screaming. Will sometimes didn’t even notice now and you would rather him get a good night sleep. He assured you thought you could wake him up whenever you needed to.

You glanced down at his sleeping face and let out a small sigh. You at least knew that he was something you could trust. Even if he tried to kill your only mutual friend at this point or was sent to jail on murder charges that same friend set him up for. You knew you could trust him to not want to hurt you.

He woke up with a start. It startled you how quickly he sat up because of how peacefully you thought he had been sleeping before.

“You okay?” you asked groggily, voice raspy from sleep. He got his bearings and nodded slowly, sitting up beside you against the back of the bed.

“Nightmare,” he muttered.

“What about?” He thought hard and you weren’t sure where his mind had gone.

“Hannibal,” he muttered. “How with love we see potential and through love we allow the loved one to see the potential.” He shook his head. “It probably didn’t mean anything. I think a deer was there.” You laughed a bit and put your head gently against the back of the headboard.

“Dreams can be weird. But they can also be very insightful,” you pointed out. He nodded, mulling over the dream he had just had. He thought about the way Hannibal was tied up and shook the image out of his mind.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Will had just gotten out of therapy with Hannibal. It was odd, thinking about that. Will used to tell you every detail of the sessions that he remembered but now you feel odd asking for them. You knew he was trying to get a ploy out of something. You weren’t sure what but you knew it was something.

“I’ll meet you out there,” you said as you got your papers together. Will nodded and left out of the door. Hannibal stepped outside the office and you glanced up at him. “How was the session? Did you try and manipulate him again?” Hannibal shook his head.

“Not today.” You nodded and put on your scarf, grabbing your bag of paperwork.

“Thank you. I would like to keep him in one piece if I can help anything.” He nodded.

“That I understand.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Hannibal nodded and you waved at him as you walked out the front door. Margot Verger was outside, talking to Will. You walked up to her and gave her a small smile.

“Hello Margot,” you said, standing beside Will. She gave you a kind smile.

“Miss. Secretary. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N,” you said and shook her hand. Will put his hand on the small of your back and Margot gave you a suggestive smile.

“Miss. Secretary dating the guy who didn’t kill all those people. Quite a duo.” She gave you each a nod as you chuckled a bit in acknowledgement. “I’ll see you two around.” You nodded and she walked away, into the building.

You glanced over at Will who was watching her go inside.

“What do you know about her?” he questioned.

“Nothing. I mean, Hannibal isn’t supposed to tell me anything,” you said which basically meant you knew a bit but weren’t allowed to share. Will nodded and you finished your walk to the car.

You sat in the house together. Hannibal let you go home just after Will’s appointment even though you were meant to stay longer and wrap things up. You sat together in front of the fireplace, on the floor surrounded by dogs. Every chance that you got you spent time with him after realizing the value of that time when he went to prison.

“Do you have any regrets?” Will asked. The same question he had asked Hannibal when therapy began that day. He had an arm over your back, leaning against you and the couch where you were both keeping yourselves up.

“Yes. Doesn’t everyone?” Will looked into the fire that he had built to guard against the cold outside days.

“I have so many regrets,” he whispered.

“Regret comes with life.”

“That’s what Hannibal said,” he whispered. You looked at him. His eyes seemed far away. “I regret what I did in the stables.”

“You regretted pulling a gun or you regret letting Hannibal stop you from pulling the trigger?” Will let out a small sigh and his eyes finally met yours.

“You were there,” he said. “You saw a part of me…”

“That I knew was there,” you said honestly.

“What would you have done if I pulled the trigger? I wanted to. I still want to. Hannibal would have covered for me and I can’t tell what you have done.” You looked away from him. You hadn’t thought about it. You wanted him to kill the social worker. You thought that the man deserved it more than most. You knew how the justice system can fail. But still, would you have covered for Will after?

“I wouldn’t have let you go back to that hospital,” you said honestly. “I don’t know what I would have done to ensure it. Probably anything I needed to.” You looked back at his eyes and he nodded, pleased enough with that answer.

“Are you out of hot cocoa?” he asked as he looked at your cup. You looked down at it and nodded.

“Yes sir I am.” He moved his hand away from behind you and took the cup out of your hands.

“I’ll put the cup in the sink. Do you want anything?” You shook your head.

“No, thank you. You’re very kind Mr. Graham.”

“Only for you.”

You walked beside Will from your car into the crime scene. You noticed Hannibal getting out of his car as well. You were all tucked in heavy coats from the weather. Will and you were both wearing beanies to hide your ears from the air. Hannibal was wearing a fun hat that you thought looked rather silly.

“Hannibal, I love that hat,” you called as he met up with where you and Will were walking.

“Thank you very much,” he said and you smiled. You stuck your hands in your pockets and approached where Jack stood. He turned to all three of you and seemed amazed that you were together. He stifled it quickly though.

“It snowed all night. There are no tracks. You sure it was an animal?” Will asked as he came to a halt.

“Severance of the jugular and carotids, esophagus destroyed. The bite almost severed his head,” Zeller said.

“Evisceration was performed by large, non-retractable claws, so we’re looking at a wolf or a bear,” Price finished.

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t afraid of humans. Not anymore.” You eye the corpse-icle on the cab of the truck.

“Don't wolves and bears drag away their kills? To eat?” you asked.

“Unless it went mad. A rabid animal attacks its victims at random and doesn't’ eat any part of them,” Hannibal suggested.

“There was no eating here. We found just about everything. Viscera was exposed, belly was laid open, but no sign of gnawing or rutting,” Zeller explained. The body's guts were sprayed everywhere but the cold had taken up most of the damage that you could see. Except the things that Price and Zeller hadn’t unearthed already.

“Found the same wound patterns on recent livestock mutilations in the area. Evisceration, dismemberment yet everything accounted for,” Price added.

“Since when does the FBI get involved in animal attacks, Jack?” Will asked the question you were all thinking.

“When somebodys holding the leash of whatever’s doing the attacking.”

You and Will drove together to where they were holding Peter Bernardone. You got out of the car with him but leaned against it, looking over at him.

“I think this might be best handled with just you,” you muttered. Will looked over the front of the car at you.

“Why would you think that?” he questioned. You shrugged.

“You and Peter have the same problem. The same intention, for better or worse. He might open up to you more.” Will nodded and looked up at the large building.

“Come inside anyway. Wait in the lobby for me.” You nodded.

“Sure, of course.”

The next crime scene seemed just as gruesome than the last. Will was no longer convinced of the animal thing that was being pursued, he was wondering much more about the person behind the supposed animal.

You waited back beside Jack as Will did his thing. You glanced over at the man, surprised to find yourself here. Beside him, with Will in the situation you wanted him out of so much.

Will stepped out of it and turned around to you and Jack.

“It’s not an animal. It’s a man who wants to be an animal,” Will whispered.

Will walked into the office as you sat at your desk. You had your feet up, drinking out of your water bottle.

“You don’t have an appointment,” you said. “What can I do for you?” He walked up to your desk.

“Is Hannibal busy?”

“No sir.” Will nodded and went to open the door before turning to you.

“I’m not here on an appointment. If you wanna come join.” You raised an eyebrow and pretended to think about it.

“Well if you insist handsome.” You got up out of your chair and Will opened the office door. You both walked inside.

“What do I owe the pleasure to see both of you in my office?” Hannibal questioned.

“I work here,” you answered.

“And I am a patient.”

“And we are dating,” you finished off. You sat on the desk while Will leaned against it beside you.

“The murder recently, not a clean one,” Hannibal said. “No beat is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his own rage,” he muttered.

“It’s not rage. Rage is an emotional response to being provoked. This is something else,” Will explained.

“What is it?” Hannibal asked.

“Instinct. It’s the way he thinks.”

“The way any animal thinks depends on limitations of the mind and body. If we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power,” Hannibal inquired.

“He tore his victims apart didn’t he? I’d say he learned his power,” you said.

“He claimed his power. Can you imagine tearing someone apart or would you prefer to use a gun?”

“Is this a question to just me or also Y/N?” Will asked, a small sly smile on his face.

“Both of you I suppose.”

“Guns lack intimacy,” Will stated.

“And it’s instant. Doesn’t allow to watch eyes drain,” you whispered.

“You set an event in motion with a gun. You don't’ complete it,” Hannibal said. You nodded, fingers wrapped around the desk. What an odd question that seemed so normalized in this room.

You were inside doing the dishes when you heard a car pull up. You looked at Will, who was sitting on the couch. He looked at you.

“Were you expecting company?” you questioned. He shook his head.

“I was not.”

You put the dish down and dried out your hands, following Will to the door. You stepped outside together and the sight of Margot Verger came to your eye. You were surprised, very surprised. You had barely given the woman a second thought and now she was at your doorstep.

“Sorry for the intrusion. We met outside of Dr. Lecter’s office,” Margot explained.

“I remember,” you muttered.

“How did you find us?” Will questioned.

“Turns out, you are famous Will.”

“You’re not exactly anonymous yourself, Margot,” Will said. So he had googled her mostly likely. You had as well.

“It’s cold. You have any whisky?”

You, Margot and Will all held a glass. The two of them sat across from each other in the chairs while you leaned your back against the kitchen counter.

“What’s the heir to the Verger meat packing dynasty doing at our door?” you asked her. She gave a small annoyed look, not at you but seemingly at existence.

“My brothers the heir, not me. I’ve got the wrong parts and wrong proclivity for parts,” she explained. Will liked her. She was frank, simple. You liked that about her too but you weren’t sure if you exactly liked her.

“Didn’t answer my question,” you retorted.

“I’m here for a character reference. Patient to patient. To the secretary I suppose. What do you think of Dr. Lecter’s therapy?” That was a question you left entirely up to Will.

“Depends what you’re in therapy for,” he admitted.

“I’m in therapy for all sorts of reasons. The Vergers slaughter eight-six thousand cattle a day and thirty-six thousand pigs, depending on the season. That’s just the public carnage.” She tapped her foot against the ground in time.

“What’s your private carnage?” Will questioned. Margot glanced at you, like she had just been expecting Will to be here. Still, she spoke with courage.

“I tried to murder my brother.” Will and you both studied her.

“I assume he had it coming,” Will suggested.

“Did he ever,” she scoffed. She paused a moment. “What’s your private carnage?” Will thought about answering. He glanced at you and you shrugged, taking a sip of your glass.

“I tried to murder Dr. Lecter.”

“See now, that’s interesting.” Margot mulled over this. “Did he have it coming?” Will debates answering that and doesn’t.

“What do you think?”

“I can't’ say that I know.”

You sat patiently in your home. You were flipping through a book, wondering if you had the desire to put brain energy into reading it. You and Will were simply existing as you had been denied so long with the whole prison thing.

You had just decided to grab some food when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you asked, voice distracted as you walked to the kitchen. You walked over to Will and put your cheek against his shirt, kissing it lightly.

“Y/N?” Hannibal spoke. You pulled away from Will slowly but he noticed your hesitation for the phone call.

“Yes?”

“I need you to do me a favor.” Will looked at you but you didn’t look at him.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to come into the office and grab a very important thing I forgot. I would go myself but I have dinner boiling and I hate to ruin a good dish.” You nodded and glanced at Will.

“Alright. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Text me the details.” You hung up the phone. “I have to get something for Hannibal and bring it to him,” you told Will.

“This late?”

“He said it was important.” You slipped on your shoes. “You wanna come?” He shook his head and gestured to the dogs.

“I’ll hang out with the dogs.” You nodded and grabbed a jacket.

“Be safe,” you said and he gave you a look. You walked out onto the porch and started toward the car when you stopped. You looked out at the darkness of the woods and came to a slow stop.

Something was wrong.

You weren't sure what but something was wrong. You got into the car and forced the feeling out of your mind. It was probably nothing. You pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.

You made it about two minutes before you felt an overwhelming urge of dread. You closed your eyes for just a second before turning around in the dead end street, going back to the house. You saw Will running back into the house as you pulled up, Buster in his hand and the rifle in the other. You parked quickly and ran inside after him.

“Will?” you called. He met your eyes and you looked down at the Buster who seemed hurt. “What-” Will grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him before pushing him behind the counter.

The window broke.

You sat in a chair at the dinner table of Hannibal’s home. Will stood behind the chair of the head of the table.

Hannibal opened the door and you both looked up at him. Hannibal's eyes landed on the dead body of the man who Will had killed this evening. The man that you had helped him kill. The man who had attacked you in your home.

“I send someone to kill you,” Will started. “You send someone to kill me.”

The air was tense. You were tense. They were tense.

“Even steven.”

2x10

#hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #will graham imagines #hannibal imagines #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter

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asterekmess · 4 years

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honestly, my fury at the lack of werewolf culture/history/worldbuilding is worthy of its own post. Let me know if by some ungodly chance, you actually wanna hear my thoughts on it // Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

ohmygod yes, pls, enable me.

SO.

I think I mentioned b4 that Teen Wolf hates werewolves.

This is a show about werewolves like, yeah, sure, they do other plots and stuff. But the main character is a werewolf. The vast majority of the cast are werewolves (at least in the first half of the show). But think about it. What do we actually know about werewolves? They uhh, they shift on the full moon. But like, what about the full moon? Cus’ Scott gets handcuffed to a radiator and he doesn’t shift and break out until the moon comes out from behind the clouds and he screams like it’s excruciatingly painful for him. But then Derek and his Betas are underground during their full moon, and they shift like it’s all fine and dandy (they’re furious, but there’s no pain) and it doesn’t matter whether they can see the moon or not. They, uhh, they’re allergic to wolfsbane/it’s poisonous to them (btw it’s poisonous to literally everyone, just the scent of it is enough to cause seizures and hallucinations in humans. It’s a whole other frustration that they won’t make up their fucking minds abt it. It’s one thing to say that this is some parallel universe where wolfsbane doesn’t poison humans (bc lydia makes them hallucinate with the punch but injesting that much wolfsbane should kill you, and Stiles straight pulls a plant out of the ground; should’ve caused itching, burning, a cough, nausea, fever, headache and More hallucinations) and yet Jackson has to see a doctor and gets told he’s got Aconite Poisoning. So WHAT IS THE TRUTH?) but apparently not enough for Derek not to be able to plant a wolfsbane plant and massive cord of roots (which he would’ve had to tie together himself) in a revenge spiral around Laura’s body. But just being around it causes wolves to lose control. But also there’s supposed to be different strains that do different things? And also sometimes you burn the wolfsbane and it becomes the cure, or you have to burn it out of them or you just cut it out of them? Make UP Your MIND or at least ACKNOWLEDGE that different strains do different things. They get stronger on a full moon. But does that mean they get infinitely stronger with every full moon they experience? Does that mean they get weaker during new moons? They’re stronger in packs. Okay, but they never establish what the fuck a pack is. Is it an agreement? Is it a magical bond? Scott just sort of says people are in his pack. Does that mean they are? Do the humans he knows make him stronger? Just how strong is this bond? Derek makes a claim that “You have your own pack now” so is that a joke, was he mocking scott? Or is he saying that there’s no need for an Alpha and just being a beta with some friends counts as a pack? Apparently they have some kind of...animal magnetism or mind control? Derek uses a funny voice and a guy wakes up from a near coma to look at him with seemingly no control. Peter can force Scott to shift up. Derek forces Isaac to shift down. Derek has an insane amount of control over dogs and makes one lose its fucking mind from like a hundred feet away? Scott makes one calm down, but derek sends attack dogs running with their tails between their legs. Is it actual control or is it just a persuasion? Is it just intimidation? I haven’t even gotten to culture. You’re telling me that we get an entire episode of Allison discovering the entire story behind the Argent clan’s origins as werewolf hunters, why they started, how her name means Silver and apparently that’s where the entire myth of silver hurting werewolves comes from, but we don’t get to know anything about the first werewolves? Where they come from? If they’re a form of evolution or just straight magic or if it’s a curse or a gift from the gods? There’s an entire hidden werewolf population with packs all over the world, but somehow there’s literally no wolf culture? No moon worship? No specific terminology (Alpha, Beta, and Omega are terms used by a really fucking stupid biologist who studied frantic wolves in captivity and cast aspersions on the entire species. He’s been disproven a Thousand Times. NONE of that Alpha, Beta, Omega shit is right. Packs aren’t Hierarchies of Dominance. They’re families. They’re led by two wolves, yes, an “alpha pair” that’s literally JUST THE PARENTS. THE ‘BETAS’ ARE THEIR KIDS. This terminology makes sense if used by HUNTERS who consider werewolves to be mindless dumb animals. WHY THE FUCK would werewolves use it to DESCRIBE THEMSELVES?) besides the absolute minimum of ‘I caught a scent?’ Are you serious? Then there’s werewolf ages. Oh my god that was so fucking lazy. Saying that werewolves don’t age like humans, but that Cora is seventeen “by human standards” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I’ve seen theories that go so many different ways. The idea that Werewolves live really long lives because of the superhealing. The idea that they live really short lives because their healing just burns through their body really quickly. The idea that their lifespan is directly correlated to the amount of damage they take because they can only heal so much, so wolves who get hurt a lot age faster than wolves who don’t. There’s NO explanation! You’d think it might be an interesting point for Scott to find out that he’s gonna live to fucking 200 years old. (How old is Satomi again?) That sounds like something a Teenager would be daunted by. We see them make fun of Stiles a few times because he believes werewolf myths about silver, and then because he believes Peter when Peter tells him he lives in a series of underground caves. But like...why not? THESE ARE WEREWOLVES why did you just make them humans with extra facial hair? Where are the traditional mating rituals (or even the concept of a mate/life partner, can you imagine how interesting that would’ve been? If Scott found out Allison was his mate? Or if he suddenly had all these weird urges around her, like rubbing their foreheads together or cuddling her way too much or wanting to bring her food? That would’ve been fascinating and hilarious as subplots for their romance!) where are the full moon runs or pack get-togethers? Where are the aversions to perfumes or cologne? Where are literally any animal behaviors besides AGGRESSION? Where is the den-making? Can werewolves eat fast food or does the grease bug them? Talia was a famous Alpha bc she could full shift. Does anyone know why she could do that? “Evolution” is a bullshit answer, let’s be real. It’s shitty writing and it put Derek through so much more than he deserved. THEY ACCIDENTALLY ESTABLISHED that ALL HALES can full-shift! IT’s NOT EVOLUTION. It’s BIRTHRIGHT. Talia fullshifted. Peter full-shifted (though his was distorted into the monster thingy. That wasn’t anything like Deucalion’s shift. It was a FULL SHIFT) Laura could full shift bc she did it after she died. No other werewolves on the show turned into full wolves after death, even if they died with wolfsbane in their system? MALIA could full-shift into a coyote. LITERALLY EVERY HALE except Cora and that’s bc she got booted back to South America COuld FULL SHIFT (and it never happened after they lost all of their wolf powers, that coud’ve been an interesting plot if they didn’t FUCK IT UP.) But still there’s no explanation, or even just acknowledgement? You don’t have to spell it out for us, but at least SAY “Hey, so the Hale family is really powerful and all of us can full-shift. Not sure why, but it’s neat.) I’m still stuck on rituals. Routines. Werewolf mores. Social cues. Are there certain smells they’re supposed to ignore? Is it polite to pretend you don’t hear someone coming up to your house until they knock? Do they have rules about waiting until the Alpha eats before they start eating (much like how lots of traditional households wait for the father to dig in, or whoever is head of household)? Is it tradition to homeschool werewolves for the first few years until they learn control? Are there seriously no rules about biting humans? You don’t have to talk to their parents or have a specific conversation with them? And if werewolves are so dominance/hierarchy based, then you’re telling me there’s no “second-in-command” or respectful greetings that are supposed to be used for an Alpha? There’s absolutely no form of werewolf government or ancient laws or anything except a big spiral that is universally recognized as a sign you’re gonna kill people? What was the wolfsbane around Laura’s body for? Why make the spiral out of that instead of just drawing in the dirt or something? We make a lot of jokes about Derek being bad with his words, but so is Peter and so is Cora. And they’re the only born wolves we interact with (except Satomi who ALSO isn’t a chatterbox) What if that’s not just because they’re all traumatized and cranky? What if they’re just speaking on a different level? Scents and body language are integral to wolf interaction. Like how we say that Peter has that conversation with Derek’s eyebrows? What if Derek’s so fucking pissed all the time because he hates talking to Scott because SCott ISN”T LISTENING to his body language and scent and chemosignals? He tells Scott to use all his senses, and Scott does it fucking once to say that Peter felt “Angry” and never again. What if Derek is Talking PLENTY (with his body and movements and reactions) but Scott just isn’t paying attention? Isaac seems to understand Derek just fine. Erica and Boyd never complain that Derek is lying to them or ‘keeping something’ from them? What if the reason Scott always thinks Derek’s hiding something is because he isn’t reading the rest of Derek’s conversation and he assumes that the empty feeling is Derek lying. Even STILES seems to understand Derek. He’s human, but he goes totally wolfy. He already uses body language a lot and while he gets mad at Derek he never has to ask what the fuck derek is saying or what he’s holding back. I digress. I wanna know why no other packs came to help Derek and Laura after their family died. I wanna know why Emissaries and Druids are so incredibly important to the supernatural/werewolf world but Derek barely knew they existed (Especially when it’s established that he know tons of lore about other species.) and even though every single pack should have an emissary, they never handle who is the emissary for Derek’s pack or for Scott’s pack (Once again, is an emissary bound to their pack somehow or is it just an agreement?). I wanna know why Derek knew Satomi and trusted her but for some reason never felt like he could ask her for help? Centuries of hiding and living amongst humans with almost no wolf behavior to their name, but none of these packs interact? There’s Druid Vets and Hunter cops and Emissary counselors. But no werewolf doctors? No werewolf teachers? Absolutely no werewolf society? If Derek was worried about Paige not accepting that he was a werewolf unless she became one, what does that say about his experience with humans? He says “there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that house” who died in the fire. But wouldn’t he talk to a human pack member about his worries, if he had one? Or even a bitten pack member? He admits he doesn’t know how to train a Bitten wolf. He’s never been called out by a human pack member for using phrases like ‘caught a scent’ or for reacting to things he shouldn’t. Does this mean Derek’s family was entirely werewolves? No humans in the know? No bitten wolves? He has a huge thing about keeping the secret and never letting anyone in on it unless they get dragged into it. Did Derek’s pack have some kind of prejudice against humans? Was Derek raised to believe humans were weak or cowardly or something, that he thought this beautiful girl would automatically hate him and expose him if she were to discover the supernatural without being forced into silence by self-preservation.

Lots of times, it’s easy to forget in this fandom that so much is missing, because we’ve been filling in the gaps for so long that some stuff is practically canon. It’s generally assumed that the Hales were homeschooled before high school. It’s generally assumed that there’s some kind of bond that marks people as pack. We instinctively add in mentions of Scent and the use of the shift (growling, claws, a hint of fang, flashing eyes) as part of the casual communication between characters. We add in scent-marking and territory boundaries and specific roles in the pack. We do all of that and never think twice because it’s already in all the fic. But we did that. The show gave us nothing. It spent an entire season talking about the nogitsune and the oni and how they’re summoned and what kitsune fox tails are for, but we never got to find out why wolves can do the pain-drain (or even if it dissipates the pain or just transfers it to the wolf doing the draining) or if Derek Hale EVEN HAS A DAD.

#personal #rant #Meta Ramblings #it's not even anti-scott #Anonymous #go for it

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crystaljins · 3 years

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River lead me home | 06

Characters: Kim Seokjin x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Synopsis: Ever since coming to the human realm when you were child, nothing seems to fit, and this was just supposed to be a simple roadtrip to help you find yourself.

Is that too much to ask for?

Spin-off to A long journey home

Rating: Teens

Genre: Adventure, fluff, angst

Notes: This is like the third or fourth time I’ve forgotten to post the chapter LOL!! Anyway, we’re fast approaching the end and I’m so tempted to draw it out because I’m not ready to say goodbye T.T but i’m also reaching the point where i can’t even remember what happens in each chapter LOL I read the cute messages you guys send and I have to go back and re-read to know what youre talking about ahaha

Also I feel like there hasn’t been enough asks about Jungkook’s role in this story and hopefully that will change after this chapter LOL

Tags: @blue1928 @veeparkersstuff

Masterlist

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As the three of you prepare to depart the next morning, Ayla catches Jin as he’s packing up the supplies provided to him. The Psittanurans had been generous in their rewards and you all have abundant supplies to last you through until you reach the human realm once more.

“I apologise for offending Jungkook,” Ayla announces, as she helps Jin sort through the various medical supplies the Psittanurans had gifted to him. He’s not entirely sure on the function of each object, and so Ayla had offered to talk him through everything.

Jin pauses in his examination of a bottle of sharp-smelling liquid to glance at Ayla in surprise.

“Don’t mind him.” Jin says dismissively with a warm smile. “He has the manners of a sewer rat. In fact, if you want to execute him for his disrespect, feel free to.”

Ayla’s eyes go wide, her bright yellow iris peering at Jin in absolute horror.

“I would never do such a thing!” She cries. “Do you not care at all about your wish?”

“My wish?” Jin echoes in confusion. He can’t say he has a specific wish- mostly for peace and quiet, but the timing for Ayla to bring up a wish seems strange. She tilts her head curiously to the side.

“Is it not your wish he must fulfill? Is he (Y/N)’s pixie, then?” She wonders aloud. Jin stares, completely confused.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say he belongs to either of us- he’s just kind of there. Like a toe fungus- hard to get rid of and painful to look at.” He snorts.

“That’s strange. Usually pixies stay with the creature who made the wish, but it doesn’t sound like either of you have made a wish.” Ayla observes. Jin pauses as he packs away the last of his medical kit- the niggling feeling he had felt last night about Jungkook returns.

“Wish?” He tests the word aloud. It does sound vaguely familiar- if he reflects on his schooling from before the war, he does vaguely recall something about pixies and wishes. But he can’t think what it is, and his memory is frustratingly blank.

“Do you not know the origin of pixies? I would have thought an ancient species like a guardian would know everything there is to know about the species that inhabit this realm.” Ayla observes. Jin frowns. Perhaps, if his people had not been driven heartlessly from the realm they spent generations protecting, he would have the extensive knowledge that Ayla seems to expect of him.

“Refresh my memory.” He says slowly.

“A pixie is born of a desperate wish.” She explains. “And their goal and purpose in life is to see that wish come to fruition.”

Jin blinks. Jungkook, in all the years Jin has known him, has never mentioned anything with regards to a goal or purpose. All he’s ever done is get into trouble alongside you and antagonise small, fluffy dogs.

“So, you think Jungkook has a wish he has to fulfill?” Jin questions. Ayla nods.

“He must. He could not exist otherwise. Although, it is strange that neither of you seem to know about that. Can you not think of a wish he must fulfil?” She asks curiously. Jin frowns as he recalls the night before. Jungkook had been frustratingly vague when discussing why you had to see the river. And casting a spell to force you to see it had been oddly out of character for him. Could his strange behaviour have to do with whatever the wish is? What even is the wish? Is it yours? Why have you never mentioned it before?

“I can’t.” Jin finally admits. “This is the first time I’m hearing about how pixies are born. So then, what happens when they fulfil that wish?” He wonders. Ayla shakes her head.

“I’m afraid that knowledge has been lost to time. No one has even seen a pixie in a very long time- they aren’t exactly common.” She admits. “The last one was probably the Saishta Queen’s pixie; it managed to convince two guardians to steal the young dragon prince. So, they have a bit of a bad reputation.” She admits.

Jin is silent. Taehyung had been involved with the dragon prince incident, he knows, and his new girlfriend had gotten dragged into the fray too. But as far as he knew, Taehyung had never met any pixie. And Jungkook, as annoying and pesky as he is, would never do something as awful as that. Not to mention it’s been thirteen years since Jin met the little pixie. If he’d had bad intentions, he could have acted far sooner. It’s far more likely that you made a wish and you didn’t realise you’d created Jungkook.

Still, he can’t help but wonder. If a pixie is born of a desperate wish, what was the wish that led to Jungkook’s birth? And what could Jungkook’s goal be in leading you to this realm, and to the river?

Ayla takes her leave then, bidding Jin a warm farewell and wishing him well on the rest of his journey. She leaves Jin alone in the little hut he had taken residence in for the night.

“It’s not anything bad.” Jin starts at the sudden voice and turns to find Jungkook sitting comfortably on the little cabinet at Jin’s bedside. Neither he nor Ayla had registered the little pixie’s presence, which is disconcerting to say the least.

“What?” Jin snaps, irritated by the way he was so startled. Jungkook stretches and gets to his feet.

“The wish. It’s not for anything bad. So, you don’t have to worry.” He tells Jin with a yawn.

“How come you never mentioned it before?” Jin asks curiously. Jungkook shrugs.

“Well, I can’t. We can’t speak of the wish or the owner of the wish aloud.” He explains. “And as for why I waited so long... I guess I was afraid. I don’t know what will happen to me when I grant the wish.” He confesses.

Jin stares at Jungkook for a long time, and for the first time since he’s known the little pixie, Jin realises that Jungkook is very good at hiding behind a smile. He can’t imagine what it must be like, having only a handful of people and some moths to talk to for thirteen years. Watching them grow up without you- not being able to share in the bonds and friendships they formed.

“Will... will something happen to you?” Jin questions hesitantly. Jungkook shrugs and shoots him a grin, but there’s a tired quality to it.

“I certainly hope not.” He answers, but the implication is clear: something might. Jin feels a tremor of unease at the thought.

“Are you guys done? We really should be heading off?” You call, popping your head in through the doorway of Jin’s little hut. You’re already sporting your hello kitty backpack and you’ve changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Jin wasn’t afforded the luxury of fresh clothes, but luckily the Psittanurans had some travel garments they could lend him. It fits a little strangely given their unusual body shapes, but their tendency to make loose-fitting, free flowing clothes has worked in Jin’s favour.

“Almost.” Jin says quickly. Jungkook flutters up to land cross-legged on Jin’s shoulder. Your gaze catches the exchange, and you arch an eyebrow. Obviously, it’s strange to see Jin and Jungkook getting along. But you brush it aside and offer Jin a smile instead.

“Great! Because apparently the river is only a few days away! Isn’t that great?” You ask cheerfully. Jin struggle to keep a straight face as he recalls Ayla’s words from last night.

“Hey,” Jin says slowly because he doesn’t think it’s right to keep such knowledge from you. “About the river-“

“Let’s get going!” Jungkook interrupts, leaping across the distance from Jin’s shoulder to your own like he’s an Olympic athlete. He stabilises himself against your neck and glares at Jin over his shoulder. The meaning of the look is clear enough- don’t say anything. Jin bites his lip- he’s not sure it’s right to keep it secret.

But something stops him. He doesn’t know why. Something about the tone of Jungkook’s voice when he confessed that he didn’t know what would happen to him... it lingers in Jin’s mind.

With a sigh, Jin shakes his head and steps so that he’s standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

“Have you said goodbye to everyone?” Jin asks, because he knows you’d somehow made a whole bunch of friends during the festivities last night. It was surprising, to say the least. You’d never been the social kind or the type to win the attention of people you’d just met.

Or maybe you’d just never been in the right situation to do so. Jin feels an uncomfortable pang in his chest at the thought.

“Yup! So, there’s nothing left to do now except see the river.” You respond. You glance sidewards at Jin. “What were you and Jungkook talking about?”

“About your embarrassing crush on him.” Jungkook drawls.

Your eyes go wide, and Jin feels his heart drop into his stomach. He can’t believe Jungkook would blatantly throw him under the bus like that- actually, no. He can believe that.

“I... I...” you stutter, and your cheeks glow red and if the darn pixie didn’t have such quick reactions, Jin would be taking great pleasure in flinging him through the air at the nearest tree. Your mouth trembles and you look like you’re about to cry and if the revelation of your feelings didn’t already have Jin feeling like the scum of the earth, then this most certainly does.

“(Y/N),” Jin calls hastily, already desperately trying to plan how to placate you. But then you swallow and stare at him with hardened eyes.

“I don’t have a crush on you.” You assert firmly.

The words die on Jin’s tongue. He doesn’t know why, but they do. It’s like you’ve just slapped him and he’s still reeling from the shock. He opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out- he just flounders uselessly like a goldfish that had foolishly leapt out of the safety of its tank.

And it’s stupid. It’s positively idiotic. But he can’t help but think… you didn’t have to deny it so aggressively. It’s not like... it’s not like your feelings are a secret! And when you deny them like that... it just sounds so convincing! Wouldn’t a simple “huh I don’t know what you’re talking about?” suffice?

You take the opportunity of Jin’s speechlessness to get a head start, huffily storming off towards the eastern exit of the village. Jin shoots Jungkook a glare.

“Very nice.” Jin snaps. Jungkook shrugs.

“It was me or you, man. And sorry, but I choose me.” He says simply.

Not for the first time, Jin restrains the urge to give Jungkook the solid flick he deserves.

Luckily, though you have a multitude of irritating personality traits, holding grudges is not one of them. It does not take long for the wonders of the next leg of the journey to catch your eye and before long you are chattering Jin’s ear off like there’s no tomorrow, about the wildlife you’ve spotted or about the weird plants. It makes him smile, because this trip is finally being enjoyed in the way you intended it to be.

For the first time since starting on this wretched journey, Jin realises he is enjoying himself. The sunlight streams warmly through the trees and gradually the metallic flora native to the Golden Plains starts to infiltrate the surrounding shrubbery. With your detour to the marshlands, you had essentially skipped the starlit wonder of Mountains of Delaria, but you will still get to see the magnificent Golden Plains as they are the only way to access the river after leaving the swamplands.

It’s so rare to see you smiling and cheerful. Usually you’re hunched and awkward, like a puppy that’s just been scolded for urinating on the carpet. But here, you’re bright- he’s even go so far as to say that you’re radiant, in the afternoon sunlight, surrounded by the mystically glinting metallic plants. You’re in your element in a way you’ve never really been before.

It makes a warm, fond feeling bloom in the centre of his chest. This is the (Y/N) that everyone has been trying to get back for so long. The girl with sunshine in her smile and bright, eager eyes. He had almost forgotten that girl existed but seeing her now- seeing you now- has him smiling like a dope.

“What will you do when you go back?” It takes him a moment to even realise he’s asked the question. You stare at him, a bit surprised, while Jungkook shoots him a look like he’s gone crazy. Jin almost curses his big mouth, but then you smile at him.

“I don’t know.” You confess. You turn your gaze to where a low hanging flower dips into your path. Its petals glint a wonderful metallic purple and when you run your fingers over them, they are stiff like sheets of metal.

Jin prides himself on being a bit of a smooth talker- no one can be as popular with women as he as without a bit of a silver tongue, so to speak. So, no one is more surprised than himself at the tactless words he blurts out next.

“Would you ever stay here?” He regrets the words as soon as he says them. What if he’s giving you ideas? His mum would kill him- your mum would kill him. And he’d never be able to visit- he’d wait a week and two years would have passed for you. Within a year, 120 years would have passed in this realm. You’d be long dead from old age by that stage. And yet... the question has been weighing on his mind without him even realising it. You’re so happy and at ease here- if you can’t ever settle in the other realm, does that mean the only place you’d ever be happy is here? His heart leaps into his throat in anticipation of your answer. Jungkook simply stares in confusion.

“No.” You say, and the firmness in your voice stills the panicked racing of his heart. “There’s nothing here for me, now.” You shoot him a furtive, shy glance. “Our family is in the other realm.” You remind him. “This was only ever supposed to be a short trip.”

For some reason, his slow, stupid brain lingers on the way that you say “our family”. Not “your family”. Or “my family”. But “our family”. Like the two of you are family. That strangely fond feeling from earlier returns, but with a vengeance, carried on the wings of the thousands of butterflies that decide to take residence in his stomach. Jungkook’s incredulous expression morphs, and it irritates the way he looks strangely smug at Jin’s sudden floundering. Jin suddenly finds himself missing the time he had with you earlier, without Jungkook there to eavesdrop and pass judgement.

“You seem really happy here, is all.” Is all Jin can manage.

You turn to face Jin fully and your answering smile is annoyingly bright.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years! Of course I’d be happy.” You remind him. “But me being happy here doesn’t suddenly make it my home. It stopped being my home the day that...” you trail away for a second, and your smile falters. “Anyway, it hasn’t been my home for a long time.” You say dismissively.

“So, what did you think this trip would achieve, then?” Jin asks curiously. “And why now, right after a fight with your mother? You know she must be worried sick about you.”

You grimace, staring straight ahead. The trees are starting to thin out, and in the gaps between the foliage, an endless expanse of blue peeks through.

“Are you trying to scold me again?” You joke. “I get that it was irresponsible. And selfish too. But Jin,” your expression as you gaze at him is so serious and sincere that for a moment, Jin doesn’t know who you are. It’s like an entirely different person gazes you at him. “I really, truly want to be happy for my mother. I love her more than anything. I want to be celebrating her marriage. I do. But I can’t... I can’t just forget about him. I can’t just move on.” Tears well in your eyes as you come clean. It’s been a very long time since you’ve been vulnerable and open with Jin like this and it surprises him to realise that he missed this. He’s missed having your trust and affection. He doesn’t know how he lost it, but he’s strangely relieved to know that he’s slowly gaining it back. “I’ve tried so damn hard. But I won’t be able to smile at her wedding or celebrate with her until I’ve said goodbye.” You confess. “That’s what this trip was. It’s a chance to say goodbye. So yeah, I’m happy to be here. I’m happy to be seeing the things he wanted me to see. But no, this isn’t my home- home is where you guys are.”

In that moment, Jin realises something. He doesn’t know how he hadn’t realised it sooner, with it staring him right in the face all this time. But never has it been clearer to him than in this moment- you’ve grown up. Somewhere, somehow along the line, you stopped being that little girl who needed him to hold her hand or stand up to her bullies in school. That’s why you’ve stopped looking like the girl he’s known all his life. It’s because you’ve stopped being that girl. And yet, at the same time, you haven’t. The person who stands before him is the young woman he’s cared for most of his life... but also a young woman he doesn’t know. Someone who can defeat Forest Spirits with her mind and infiltrate enemy encampments with nothing but her wits to save her friends. Someone who was brave enough to take the steps to recover after losing everything. And yeah, maybe you took a few bum steps along the way. Maybe you didn’t settle in as easily as he did. But you’re so much better than what he thought you could be- what anyone thought you could be.

And he’s so incredibly proud of y-

“Look out!” You’re shoving him to the ground before he can even finish the thought. He winces as he hits the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Jungkook cries, and Jin’s never heard that tone of absolute terror in the pixie’s voice before.

“Jin.” You gasp, standing where he had been a mere moment prior. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, until he gazes over your shoulder and he spots it. The arrow, sprouting from your left shoulder, right through the hot pink strap of your backpack. The blood, pouring from the fresh wound. The agony in your expression.

And he’s a doctor- he’s seen much worse in the ED but for the first time in his life the sight of blood makes him dizzy enough that he may pass out. You’re bleeding- you’ve been shot. Worse- you were shot instead of him. That arrow’s trajectory should have lodged itself directly where his heart had been moments ago, but instead you took the hit.

You took an arrow for him. He should be dead... but you... but you...

Time seems to slow as the colour drains from your face. You crumple, and Jin scrambles forward, barely managing to catch you before you hit the ground. He cradles you, his expression manic.

“You idiot!” He all but snarls. “Are you crazy?”

“I’m sorry!” You gasp, clinging desperately to the loose material of his shirt. “My body... moved on its own.”

Jin has never really experienced heartbreak before. For a guy who spends a lot of time dating around, he’s always seemed to escape with his heart intact.

But the weak, confused tone to your voice might just do it. If he’d known that it hurt this much to get your heart broken, he might never have risked it before. Nothing can prepare him for the sheer agony of realising you’d thoughtlessly throw away your life in exchange for his own. That the reflex is so deeply ingrained in you that you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself in the path of an arrow for him.

“Jin!” Jungkook cries. “Jin, they’ve found us! We have to go!”

Jin doesn’t need to be told twice. He scrabbles to his feet, pausing to hoist your prone form over his shoulder in a fireman carry and then legging it as fast as he can, just as the sound of a Saishta hunting horn erupts in the shrubbery behind you.

There is no living creature in this realm that can catch up to a guardian that has decided to flee. Even a guardian like Jin. Especially a guardian like Jin, who has desperation and panic fuelling his desperate sprint. You scrabble at his shirt, trying to stabilise yourself, and he ignores the way he can feel blood soaking into his shirt from where you grab at him.

He doesn’t know how long he sprints mindlessly, desperately across the glittering fields of the Golden Plains, but right at the point where his lungs burn and he thinks he may collapse, he feels you tugging at his shirt.

“Over there!” You gasp, and he turns his head to follow where you point with your good arm. It’s a slightly raised hill, with some sort of abandoned burrow. There are various megafauna that inhabit the Golden Plains and live below ground- this must be one of those.

Jin quickly decides he’d much rather take on an angry giant rabbit than a troupe of highly trained Saishtas.

The burrow entrance is small, and he’s glad you have sharp eyes, for anyone else would have missed it. But after crawling through, although you have significantly more trouble with a blood arrow sprouting from your shoulder blade (Jin just ends up snapping the protruding shaft so that you can drag yourself through) it widens into an earthen alcove that’s just the right size for two guardians and a pixie to conceal themselves.

You collapse weakly on the earthen floor, pale and gasping for breath.

“Let me see.” Jin demands, when he’s gained his composure enough to examine the wound. He’s still embarrassingly out of breath, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get his breath back. He helps you into a sitting position so that your back is to him.

You offer no protest to him blatantly ripping the damaged strap off your backpack so that he can tug it over your other arm and toss it aside. It’s probably a testament to how much pain you’re in- that backpack had been a gift from Taehyung, and you treasured it like he’d bought you a diamond or something.

The arrowhead doesn’t go deep, thankfully. The backpack strap provided enough padding to reduce the damage, and your shoulder blade prevented the arrowhead from piercing through into your thoracic cavity. But there’s significant muscle damage and if you were a human, you’d probably have lost all use of the arm. Blood streams from the wound and the material of your shirt is completely soaked. But the bleeding has mostly stopped, though your back is sticky with congealed blood.

You aren’t going to die. Though you are weak and crumpled and pale from blood loss, you’ll survive. Especially with the enhanced healing your guardian nature lends you- if Jin can remove the arrow and stop infection from setting in, you’ll be fine.

He feels the strength drain out of him at that thought. All that’s been keeping him going since the arrow hit him has been sheer terror. Now, with the space to breathe, he feels he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself up.

He drops his head against your uninjured shoulder, and he feels you stiffen but you don’t crumble under his weight.

“You’re such an idiot.” He says, but there’s no real malice in his voice- just a broken, exhausted tone he didn’t know he was capable of.

A sharp jabbing pain in his temple startles him into sitting back up. Jungkook has kicked him.

“Maybe you can save the exhausted lover boy act for after you’ve stopped her from bleeding out.” Jungkook points out drily, his arms folded across his tiny chest.

“It’s... not that bad.” You grit, turning to face Jin. You’re pale and sweat pools at your temple and forehead. The pained expression on your face is enough to kick Jin into gear. Jungkook’s right. He doesn’t have time to break down now. The Saishtas are hot on your heels and you need first aid. And it’s nothing but open plains out there and golden, waist high grass. There will be nowhere to hide or escape once you set out for the river. If the Saishtas come across you, it’s outrun them, or defeat them. Jin doubts the three of you could do either in your current states.

Jin swallows and reaches for the satchel with the medical kit the Psittanurans had gifted him with. He’s just blindly trusting that the substances they gave him actually do what they claim and aren’t just hopeful voodoo, but it’s not like he has a bag of IV fluids and a sterile surgical kit handy to stitch you up.

“I’m going to have to pull the arrow out.” He warns you, reaching for your torn bag strap. He balls it up in his hand and holds it up to your face.

“As much as it hurts, bite into this.” He tells you. “I don’t have any local and so this is going to hurt like hell.”

You look slightly uneasy, but nod your head, leaning forward to take the balled-up strap between your teeth.

Jin pulls out a small, dark vial which Ayla had told him was a coagulating liquid. Muscles bleed like hell and if the arrow has hit any vessels, you may pass out from blood loss. He swallows and braces himself. He can do this. He’s a doctor. He reaches deep into him and recalls the guy who worked in the ED and didn’t bat an eye at knife injuries or chainsaw accidents or that one drug addict with a prolapsed rectum.

“Ok, I’m going to do it now.” He warns you. He then plants one hand flat on your uninjured shoulder and grips the broken arrow shaft in the other.

“On the count of three.” He tells you, and you nod. Your fingers dig into the ground in anticipation.

“Three.” He says, and then he yanks the arrow.

Your answering scream is muffled by the bag strap, and you spit it out quickly as he empties the bottle of coagulant over the open wound, which is now filling up with fresh blood.

“That wasn’t on the count of three!” You shriek. Jin nods sheepishly.

“Ok. Well. There’s no use crying over the past.” He offers helpfully. He shoots a look at Jungkook. “Turn around. I’m taking her shirt off.”

Both you and Jungkook splutter.

“Why?” The two of you cry in eerie unison. You even turn fully to face Jin for good measure. He merely arches an eyebrow at you.

“I know you don’t have a degree in medicine or anything... but generally bandages don’t include your tattered shirt edges sticking to the wound.” Jin explains patiently. “(Y/N), it’s fine. I’m literally a doctor. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

It’s interesting that despite the blood loss, you can turn that particular shade of red.

“That doesn’t make it any better.” You mumble, even as you turn away and obediently unbutton your drenched shirt.

“It doesn’t have to be the whole shirt.” He murmurs comfortingly, pulling out a strip of material from the medical kit. Ayla had told him that it’s hard to get bandaging material to stay in place for silky Psittanuran feathers, so they often enchant materials with a special adhesive. “Just enough that your shirt isn’t sticking to it. I need to clean it up because the last thing we need is you getting an infection.”

You nod and drop your shirt enough to expose the left half of your upper back. Jin clears his throat awkwardly as he slides the thick strap of your sports bra out of the way and notes that it’s awfully warm in this little burrow.

“I didn’t know they made hello kitty sports bras.” Jungkook observes from where he’s hovering off to the side. You whip your head around to glare at him.

“Get OUT!” You snap. He holds his hands up.

“But you need me! What if Jin starts enjoying himself? You know how he feels about hello kitty-“ the empty coagulant vial being launched at him by your good arm is the only prompting Jungkook needs to go keep watch outside.

Which leaves you and Jin alone. The air feels thick and sluggish in the burrow as Jin works cleaning off the wound and applying the bandage. You’ve gone quiet- whether from exhaustion or pain, it’s hard to tell, but Jin has to help you tug your shirt back into place when he finally finishes.

He crawls over to your hello kitty bag and pulls out your water bottle.

“Why’d you do it?” He asks quietly as you take a long drink from your bottle. You don’t answer for a long time, but finally you drop the bottle.

“I told you. My body moved on its own.” You offer.

“Exactly. Why?” He asks, and he doesn’t mean for so much anger to leech into his tone. It’s just, he feels like the stress and fear and agony of the past week catching up to him and he doesn’t know how to deal with it other than being angry. Angry at you, for deciding to go on this journey in the first place. Angry at this realm for taking your father’s life. Angry at himself, for being pathetic enough to have to constantly be protected and saved by you.

But most of all, angry that your first instinct in danger is to disregard your own life in exchange for his own. He doesn’t even know what answer he’s looking for- that you love him? That it’s just instinct to save people? Neither answer would be particularly comforting.

“I don’t know.” You retort, and your tone is defensive in response to his barely concealed anger. “What do you want me to say, Jin? I heard the arrow coming and I didn’t exactly have time to think.”

“Exactly! That’s your problem!” He cries. “You never think! You only ever act! What would I have done, if your wound had been more serious? Have you ever once stopped to think about how that sort of thing affects me? How it feels to know you’re constantly doing things like fighting armed robbers and getting into fights and treating your life like it’s a piece of garbage to be thrown away without a thought?”

“That’s not what I-“ you protest, but Jin cuts you off.

“What if you had died? What if I had lost you? What would I be supposed to do?” He cries, and he surprises himself when his voice catches.

You go silent. Your words have been lost.

It actually reminds you of when Jin first caught you sneaking over to this realm. That fight seems like a lifetime ago, and he had scolded you for similar recklessness then. But strangely, it feels different. The look in Jin’s eyes is different. He’s... He’s not angry, you realise. He’s scared.

He flinches when the hand of your uninjured arm lands on his forearm. You watch him curiously, your movements cautious as though you are approaching a scared animal. He certainly feels like one.

Slowly, you slide your hand up his arm until you can hook your arm around the back of his neck and pull him into an awkward hug. It’s a little weird- you kind of have to awkwardly straddle him to properly hug him in the limited space, and he is still an unmoving like a wooden board.

“It’s the same for me.” You answer softly. “I can’t lose you. I’m sorry- I didn’t have time to stop and think but I’ll never stop and think when your life is in danger.” You pull away to meet his gaze. “I’ll always just act. You’ll just have to get used to that.”

Jin is silent, as he stares up at you. A weird feeling overcomes him, at your proximity. It’s warm and overwhelming. And, if he’s being honest, it scares him a little with the intensity of it. Like, if he were to pull you downwards and hold you tight, nothing would ever go wrong again. It’s not entirely unfamiliar, but at the same time he’s certain he’s never felt like this in his entire life.

“See I told you! It’s the hello kitty! He can’t resist!” Jin startles at the sound of Jungkook’s voice and you scramble off him like he’s burned you. He tries not to dwell on the fact that he instantly misses the warmth of your body. Suddenly the burrow feels too cold.

Jungkook tuts and shakes his head.

“See, good thing I came in here. Who knows what kind of stunt lover boy would have pulled?” He scolds. “Anyway, I think you’ve had enough time to recover. I guarantee you the Saishta’s are hunting for us as we speak and so we better get a move on.”

You nod, adjusting your clothes awkwardly and gathering your things.

Jin follows suit, almost robotically. He can’t shake the feeling that something huge just happened, but he doesn’t know what.

But his stomach churns because there’s one thing he knows for sure: He can’t lose you. He’s so, so afraid.

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concrete-weed · 4 years

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It’s hard to be a god (Malcolm Reed x reader)

summary: Reader pretends to be a goddess. Malcolm needs a hug. trektober day 7- interspecies relationship words: 1,877

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When you first heard of the new "humans" your ship encountered, you mostly thought were quite brash, going into space with a barely finished ship and all, but during the weeks you lived among them, your opinion changed for the better. Humans are very different from your own species. Much louder for sure, but you eventually grew to like them.

The human ship was wrecked, their puppy dog approach to first contact wasn’t working so well. Starfleet had allowed four aliens to serve on Enterprise until the end of her mission, helping both diplomacy and the state of the human ship. Working on Enterprise has been a treat. You have been a doctor for three years. Working with doctor Phlox has offered many learning opportunities, so your career wasn’t suffering. Your social life, on the other hand, certainly was. You talked to the people you knew from your ship, but for the most part, they were in engineering while you were slaving away in med bay.

You had a friend in a few people, Hoshi, for example. You spent many lunch breaks helping her understand your language, not an easy task by any measure, and learning a human language called English. Through her, you have met most of the bridge crew. It was peculiar to watch them all interact.

One human, in particular, caught your eye, Malcolm Reed. He was a bit quiet for a human, which fascinated you. His dark hair and light eyes seemed majestic to you. You knew that staring was considered rude by human standards, but the first time you met him it took Hoshi nudging you in the ribs to get you to tear your eyes off the mysterious human.

During your second month aboard Enterprise, captain Archer got a call from Admiral Forrest, saying that a planet 5 lightyears away is requesting immediate help with a medical crisis. All medical personnel were working day and night to find a cure, you being no exemption. For a week you were absolutely exhausted, so when captain Archer went down to your quarters to tell you were going to are on the away mission, you didn’t even register it until the debriefing.

“Okay, so this is a bit bizarre, ” God you were all so tired,” but the government insists that the locals will only accept our help if doctor L/N pretends to be their goddess of health.”

What?

“Half of the population already believes this is a gift from the gods anyway. I doubt you would need to make any change to your behavior.” Archer continued monotonously. With a civilization as evolved as theirs, he expected no interference from religion, no such luck.

“Excuse me, sir,” you said uneasily, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“As much as I think that this is a ridiculous request to make of you doctor, I hope you will at least consider putting on this act. Malcolm and his men will be there if anything goes”.

Now you were here, standing in a long drapey light green dress. All of the away team was dressed in traditional clothing, leaving them a bit uncomfortable. The only people left in a Starfleet uniform were two security officers with phasers by their sides. Captain Archer insisted that the lieutenant needed to wear the strange clothes and respect the culture as the highest-ranking officer there. Malcolm’s clothes were similar to yours, the same shade of mint, the same writing along the edges of the garment. You unfortunately didn’t have time to think about what that meant. While doctor Phlox was teaching local doctors how to treat the deadly disease you were paraded around all the temples that were built in ‘your’ honor.

In them you saw many paintings that depicted the goddess and were eerily similar to you, almost all of them depicting the sick crying out to their goddess, hoping to be cured. The goddess was a little bit taller than you, her eyes a little more penetrating, even through the pictures, but essentially you were lead through the main room in that temple, looking at heart-wrenching scenes of yourself, saving the damned. In some, the goddess was surrounded by other deities, her most common companion a shorter man, usually carrying a small child.

Finally, you got a break. Apparently, as the tour exclaimed, divine being needed to be given food before sunset, or the mortals around them would be punished. It seemed terrible to live like this, afraid of godly wrath every second of life but since you could do nothing you just went along with her. She insisted that you should take your meals separately from your security detail, as the rest of the away party were all male. Malcolm pulled you aside from the woman.

“Are you sure this is safe? You will be alone in the dining hall.” Said Malcolm, pragmatic as always.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. If anything is suspicious, I’ll just com you okay?” You answered hoping your voice sounded optimistic. You touched Malcolm’s upper arm in an attempt to comfort him. your gaze met his. You saw love in his brilliant blue-grey eyes. Or did you? Damn your wishful thinking. You quickly turned, walking back to the tour guide, you face a mask of calm, hiding your emotional turmoil.

The meal prepared for you was delicious but you couldn’t focus much on the conversation. Thankfully, your tour guide talked enough for the both of you.

“It is so wonderful you decided to come down to us! We have been awaiting your help for months.” you swore her nasal voice was going to drive you crazy, “My Lady, are you feeling okay?” you started stuttering out your answer but the guide cut you off. “Oh, you don’t have to explain yourself. We all have marital problems!” she added playfully. Marital problems?

“Excuse me?” You hoped that your confusion won’t ruin the mission.

“My Lady, Archana? Oh, what does he go by now? Maco? Malcolm? Are you not married yet in this reincarnation?”

You remembered that during the tour the guide has mentioned that reincarnation was a major part of their mythology, still, the fact that she thought that you and Malcolm were married made your cheeks heat up. If you remembered correctly, the male deity, in this case, the god of protection, gave his life to protect his loved ones. The god will reappear in the next year, and the cycle will begin again.

“No. I’m afraid not,” you answered, trying not to choke on your drink.

“Well, I hope you find each other soon” she continued eating with a smile on her face.

The meal continued in comfortable silence, your mind racing. Marrying Malcolm sounded like a dream, even if marriage was slightly different on your planet. Hoshi encouraged you to speak to Malcolm about your feelings, but the prospect of rejection terrified you. You preferred to live in this pathetic yearning state, maybe it was time to stop dreaming and take action.

Being back on the ship felt amazing but you were certainly nervous. For some reason ever since you got back Malcolm hasn’t even looked at you. His avoidance was becoming unbearable, the very second you entered a room he all but ran out. Your emotional side screamed each time but you wished to respect his wishes so you did nothing. Over time you felt worse and worse. You started working longer and longer shifts. Hoshi and Travis were starting to be worried. Dealing with heartache is unpleasant in the best conditions but dealing with it and being homesick, stuck on board an alien ship must be a thousand times worse.

Hoshi has convinced you to come to movie night. Before you could actually enjoy whatever old human movie, Trip put on you had to figure out what you had done to Malcolm and how you can reverse it. You cherished the unclear relationship that had been built between you and if you can’t be with Malcolm, at least you can be his friend. You may suffer but you would do anything to bring Malcolm happiness. Malcolm seemed sad to you. His smile not reaching his eyes, his body a little too tense.

You just got off your shift. You felt horrible, but if you stop now you will turn back to your quarters and never confront Malcolm. The dull grey walls seemed like they were closing in on you. You heard your heart beating. Malcolm was hard enough to get to know. Letting him go is even harder.

The time you waited for his door to open felt like hours. Malcolm opened the door, hair messy from sleep. He seemed to awaken in seconds when he saw you, his eyes wide open.

“Listen, Malcolm,” your voice growing increasingly desperate, “I don’t know what I have done to offend you, humans are so confusing, but if you- “

His sarcastic chuckle caught you off guard. “You haven’t done anything. Please come in. We need to talk.”

Taking a deep breath, you walked in.

His room seemed vacant, almost militaristic. Everything was in its place. His clothes were perfectly folded and put away. What little pictures he had hanging completely straight. The room was almost shining, with no speck of dust visible. The only chair in the room was near Malcolm’s desk. You assumed he didn’t have much company over.

You stood awkwardly near the door, having no idea what you should do. You felt like an intruder in his space, your body taking up too much space. Malcolm seemed at ease. He sat down on his bed and gestured for you to sit down in the chair. He looked down, silent, thinking about his next move. God, it was a mistake to come here.

“I guess I owe you an explanation,” he stopped, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Remember when we went down to that planet? The one we helped with the plague?” you nodded slowly, “while you had to pretend to be the goddess of health, I had to be your,” he hesitated, “partner. The reincarnation of some god of protection, I believe. When we got separated some guards joined us. They didn’t think I was worthy of you, I’m afraid.” Malcolm’s voice quivered, seemingly trying to hold back the emotion currently showing. “To be honest, I agree with them.”

A tense silence fell over the room. The engine’s hum being the only noise in the room. You moved to the bed and sat at Malcolm’s side, your shoulders touching. Malcolm looked at you, at little taken aback at your sudden move.

“I thought you were angry at me. I can’t convey how relieved I am Mal.” You said, not carrying if the happiness in your voice sounded strange, “I hope you know how amazing you are. That you’re valued and loved by your friends. I can’t convince you of that right now, I know, but I also hope that you will let me stick around and prove it.” You closed the distance between your lips, your heart beating against your chest. He kissed back softly, a bit awkwardly at first. You broke away, needing to take in air. Malcolm spoke:

“Have dinner with me?”

“of course.”

#st:ent #star trek #star trek enterprise #malcolm reed #malcolm reed x reader #reader-insert #trektober2020

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thepartyresponsible · 5 years

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another whumptober fic! the prompt for this one is isolation. so here’s steve rogers waking up in the wrong century and moving into clint barton’s apartment building.

warnings for depression and angst, but, again, this one is fairly sweet.

SHIELD puts him in an apartment in a building in Bed-Stuy, citing ongoing concerns that he is exhibiting an alarming lack of social integration. Steve doesn’t see how the hell they expect him to stop being lonely. His whole generation is dead or dying. And the older people, the men and women he looked up to, are bones buried under untended gravestones.

A man should lose his mentors one-by-one. Like baby teeth. One bloody bit of bone in your palm is a life lesson, but a whole mouth full of blood, a graveyard full of teeth, that’s a tragedy. That’s a nightmare.

He went for a swim, and, when he came up to breathe, everyone he ever knew was gone or changed.

Every night, he dreams about putting that ship in the water, and, somedays, all he can think when he wakes up is: It was supposed to be quick.

God knows, by the end of the war, he didn’t have the heart left for anything slow. But he’s here anyway, plodding along. Breathing, walking, fighting. These days, people never quit, never slow down, never take time off. There’s always a war somewhere. Always somewhere for him to be.

There’s a woman that SHIELD wants him to talk to. She asks him questions that are probably meant to help. “How are you feeling, Steve? What do you do in your spare time? Have you spoken to any of the Howling Commandos? What about Peggy Carter? Have you made any new friends, Steve? When was the last time you left a SHIELD facility for a reason other than a mission? Did you go outside today, Steve? Are you sleeping? Are you eating?”

Honestly, he’d probably have a better time if she dispensed with the questions and just started ripping his fingernails out with a pair of pliers. It’s a hell of an exaggeration and a disrespect to Bucky besides, but sometimes, after an hour with her, all he can think about is Bucky, strapped to a table, repeating his name, rank, and serial number with empty eyes.

He spends one too many nights walking the hallways after particularly murky missions, and SHIELD gets unnecessarily proactive about it.

“We’re worried about you,” Phil Coulson says. There’s a heaviness in his eyes that isn’t quite disappointment. Steve remembers when Phil used to look at him with the feverish light of hero worship.

“I’m fine,” Steve says.

There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s not hungry, not tired, not cold, not sad. He’s nothing. It’s like his brain and body woke up, but his soul stayed in the water. Like every human part of him is still frozen solid.

“If you need time,” Coulson says, “if you need a break from the missions--”

“I don’t,” Steve says. He tries to be patient about it, but the words feel like a threat. He doesn’t know how he’d fill the days if he didn’t have the missions to keep him occupied. There are only so many punching bags in SHIELD storage. There are only so many times he can reread the obituaries of people who died simultaneously four days and forty years after he saw them last.

“We’re worried,” Phil repeats. And he looks it.

From a hero to an object of pity. Well, he’s had worse falls.

“I’m getting better,” Steve says. “I’ve been reading the reports. I have an email account.” One of the SHIELD agents on the latest Strike Team told him he needed a private email address to sign up for things online. Steve’s not sure what he wants to sign up for, but he dutifully checks the empty inbox every morning.

It’s good, he thinks, to be prepared.

“I haven’t broken a phone in two weeks,” Steve tacks on, when Phil still seems unconvinced.

He’s trying. He doesn’t know what the hell they expect from him. Six months ago, he lived in a pre-atomic world. Now people walk around with technology in their pockets that far exceeds what they used to walk on the moon. He can use his phone to check baseball scores and grocery store stock and the weather anywhere in the world. He can order food he’s never tried from a place he’s never been made by people he’s never met, and they’ll deliver it to his door, and he can do all of this without seeing or speaking to a living human being.

No flying cars, though. Guess Howard never did figure that one out as well as he wanted.

“We’ve found an apartment for you,” Phil says. “You need to reintegrate.”

Steve is baffled as to how Phil expects him to reintegrate. His whole world is gone. He’s not coming home. There is no home left. He’s homesick for a time and place that don’t exist anymore. Like a refugee who can’t ever go back. Uprooted, transplanted.

He’s a woolly mammoth, a sabretooth tiger. A reanimated extinct species, brought back to pace the bars of a cage he doesn’t understand. Useless and ludicrous and out of place. A man out of time.

“Sure,” Steve says. It’s no use fighting about it. No reason to upset all these people who just want to help. “That sounds fine.”

What he appreciates most about Clint Barton is that he never once tries to pretend like he isn’t Steve’s assigned babysitter. “Hey,” he says, that first night, crashing into Steve’s apartment with a couple of beers in one hand and the other holding a freezer bag of peas to the side of his face. “I’m Clint Barton. I kinda own the place.”

“Kind of?” Steve asks, blinking as Clint careens a little unsteadily from one corner of the apartment to the other, apparently looking for a place to land. He settles, finally, on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah,” Barton says. He arranges himself on the cluttered kitchen counter, squeezing between the boxes of unpacked dishware and kitchen appliances SHIELD thought he’d need. “I mean, legally. I do. I’ve got paperwork.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. He’s been thinking about getting unpacked. He was coming up with a plan. He got a little distracted staring out the window after all the helpful SHIELD agents disguised as movers left, but he won’t sleep tonight anyway, so he’d figured it didn’t matter how long it took him to get started.

He hadn’t been expecting a guest.

“Um,” Clint says, after a few seconds of silence. He juggles the peas, pinning them against his face with his shoulder, and then pops the caps off both of the beers. “Here. To your new place.”

Steve thinks about asking him to leave, but the ghost of his mother hisses at the discourtesy inherent in refusing a gift-bearing guest. He crosses the apartment to take the beer, knocking the bottle gently against Clint’s before lifting it to his lips.

What the hell. He doesn’t know a poison that will kill him. And he figures SHIELD will have vetted the place from rooftop to basement.

“Thanks,” he says. The beer is cold and hoppy. Decent, he thinks. It tastes vaguely medicinal, the way most food tastes now.

“No problem,” Clint says. He’s blonde-haired and blue-eyed. There are bandages on his hands, and, when the peas droop, Steve catches a glimpse of a still-blooming shiner that’s going to cover a quarter of his face.

“You have some trouble?” Steve asks, tipping his chin toward the bruise.

Clint shrugs. He takes a drink of his beer and kicks his feet, looks perfectly at ease in Steve’s apartment in a way that Steve decidedly does not. “Milk run,” he says, offhand. “Guess I got a bit expeditious about things toward the end. Wanted to be sure I got back in time for your first day.”

Steve blinks. Milk run, he thinks. He hears the word in old echoes, memories of soldiers reporting back. Some of the old slang survived. It’s nice, hearing it. He wonders if someone gave Clint a list of terms to work into casual conversation.

“You’re SHIELD?” Steve asks.

Clint shrugs, grins up at him. His smile is slanted sideways, held down on one side by the bag of peas. But his eyes are bright and friendly, and there’s something comforting in the lazy disregard of his body language, like he doesn’t know or care who Steve used to be.

“Don’t tell them I told you,” he says. “I have a bet going with my buddy that I can make it at least a week.”

Steve snorts. He’s quiet for a second, weighing out the mischief in Clint’s eyes. It’s been a long time since anyone dragged him into anything even remotely playful. “Sure,” he says, caving the second Clint waggles his eyebrows. Something aches and splinters in his chest. He ignores it, clearing his throat while he turns to regard the mess of boxes and bags scattered around the place.

Someone’s going to have to do something about this mess. He figures, as usual, that the someone is going to have to be him.

“Hm,” Clint says. He slithers to the ground, heavy boots clattering on the kitchen floor. He surveys the kitchen counter and then visibly perks up, dropping the peas so he can grab a box, cuddle it lovingly against his chest. “C’mon, Steve,” he says, hefting the new coffeepot onto his hip, “we’ll start with the important stuff.”

Clint leaves around midnight. The living room and kitchen are unpacked, and Steve hasn’t even started on the bedroom, but he’s not worried about it. He goes out to wander the neighborhood until dawn. Just keeping his feet busy, shushing the buzzing hum of his mind. He tests his tether, climbing up onto the roof to watch the sunrise, but, if he has a tail, he never sees them.

When he goes back to his apartment, he encounters Clint in the hallway. He’s mussed and sleep-dazed. There are red lines on his face from where he slept too hard on his pillow. There’s a bit of toothpaste stuck to his chin, and he has a piece of toast shoved in his mouth, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a dog’s leash in the other.

“Mmph,” he says, greeting Steve through the toast.

“Morning,” Steve says, going stock still at the sight of such disarray.

Clint’s wearing pajama pants with little purple bullseyes on them. They’re tucked into combat boots. That bruise got ugly overnight, but all those dark shades really set off the bright blue of his eyes.

“Hey, Steve,” Clint says, after he hooks the dog’s leash around his wrist so he can take the toast out of his mouth. “You sleep okay?”

“Oh, sure,” Steve says. “You?”

“Like a fucking rock,” Clint tells him. And then, with a grimace, “Sorry, I gotta—this is Lucky, and Lucky really needs to pee.”

Everyone Steve’s encountered on this side of the new millennium is efficient and serious and professional. Everyone’s been so bloodless. He thought that was how they raised people these days. But Clint’s a loud, frazzled, mussed-up mess. Clint’s the first living thing Steve’s seen in this century.

Well, right up until the dog sticks its cold nose into the palm of Steve’s hand and whines like a thing with a heart breaking clean in half.

“Oh, hey,” Steve says, crouching down. “Sorry, pal. Didn’t mean to ignore you.”

The dog pants kibble-scented breath in his face. He’s missing an eye. His fur is soft and warm under Steve’s hands.

“Oh, for—Lucky, stop guilt-tripping Steve. He’s a nice guy. C’mon.” But for all his complaining, Clint doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave. He’s standing unsteadily, sloping slightly to the side, with one eye closed like he’s letting that half of his brain catch a quick nap.

“You gotta go,” Steve says, giving Lucky one more gentle scratch behind the ears before he stands up. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, definitely,” Clint says. “Just come see us whenever.” He straightens up, gives himself a little shake, and then smiles sweet and sleepy, right in Steve’s face.

Like they’re friends. Like Steve’s a real person. After all this time, after everything he’s done, he can still just be someone’s neighbor.

“See you, Steve. Let me know if you need any more help unpacking.” And then Clint shoves the rest of the toast in his mouth and reaches out to pat Steve on the shoulder as he walks by. He misses pretty catastrophically, getting a handful of Steve’s chest and then just committing to it anyway, patting him like Steve had just patted Lucky, before he dozily meanders his way up the hall.

Steve stares after him for a long moment and then he goes into his apartment, locks the door, and makes some coffee. He drinks it sitting up on his new couch, and he doesn’t expect to fall asleep, but he does anyway.

He dreams about the water. He always dreams about the water.

But he keeps getting flashes, little glimpses through the ice. A black eye and a friendly smile. Soft fur under his hand, a dog’s sad whine echoing from years and years away.

Coffee. He tastes coffee.

And he feels something on his chest, a warmth that spreads outward. A patting. Or maybe a knocking.

Wake up, he thinks. And he does.

#whumptober2019 #no.7 #tw: depression #writing #fic

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Dance To This: Part 2

(Hybrid! Namjoon x Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid Au) (Social Media Au) (Polyamory au!)

SUMMARY: If loving you was as easy as breathing for Seokjin, than loving Namjoon is instinct, the need and want for the younger man burns through him like sunlight at golden hour.

W/C: 8.0k

TAGS: Polyamory, social media au, lots of fluff and snuggling, Domestic love, Brief implicit sexual content, mentions of depression.

A/N: So dance to this part two ended up being over 18k in my drafts so I decided to split it into two parts, The third and final part will be out in a few weeks) Please enjoy this self-indulgent fluff and stay tuneeeddd~

BEFORE

- And by the end of dinner Seokjin is making hot chocolate with marshmallows and before Namjoon knows it he’s falling asleep next to you on the couch while a movie plays in the distance, lulled to sleep by the gentle breathing of the two of you curled next to him as his head nudges onto your shoulder.

- You raise your hand and run it through his supper soft ears that are somewhat bristly at the ends. Fingering over the cleft in his side. Seokjin watches your expression, the way you seem to melt under the easy and deep breaths of the sleeping hybrid, and the way he’s melting into you, adorable dimples popping out as he smiles in his sleep.

- “Can we keep him Jin? Don’t you think it would be better if he stayed?” Seokjin reaches out his hand to thumb across the hybrids cheek. He’s so deeply asleep Seokjin could probably yell and the other wouldn’t wake.

- “Of course I do.”

NOW

- The next morning you and seokjin are woken up by a heavy crash, blearily moving awake to rub at the crust on your eyes, Seokjin springs up and says he’ll go and see what the issue is and he finds Namjoon sleepily attempting to wipe up a broken coffee mug with his bare hands.

- “What are you doing? You could cut yourself!” Seokjin screeches. Namjoon flushed and shyly lets Seokjin clean it up with a broom and a dustpan while he stammers an apology.

- Over the next few days, that occurrence becomes almost daily. Namjoon somehow manages to bend a copper pot and breaks several glasses. He even knocks one of the decorations off of the shelf on his rush upstairs by knocking into the wall too harshly.

- Seokjin doesn’t understand how someone, let alone a hybrid that was supposed to be bred with grace and above human awareness, could manage to be so clumsy, but somehow Namjoon manages.

- And if he didn’t always look up at Seokjin with that little abashed and apologetic frown that shows that the younger hybrid actually is sorry- then maybe he actually would get angry (instead of finding it cute, cuter then he probably should find it).

- Namjoon is always leaning over Seokjin’s shoulder when he edits his YouTube videos, bugging him about Instagram until you get him a phone of his own and he can clack away on his own timeline.

- As a mixed Greywolf/dog hybrid Namjoon has inherited a few traits that aren’t typical of either species.

- He’s generally more gentle than a puppy and less excitable (most of the time), as well as being more protective and observant. More than once Seokjin catches his eyes following someone that looks a little bit too big or threatening and subtly putting his body in-between you and them.

- Seokjin will lightly hit his arm and say, “stop that! You’re making them uncomfortable”

- “Sorry” the other hybrid would meekly say, thought this possessive behavior isn’t directed at him. Seokjin knows that if you knew what he was doing you wouldn’t like it.

- In the next few weeks- Namjoon tries not to be a bother as much as possible but sometimes it’s hard. He helps you with everything you need to do from pulling out your chair at night and in the mornings. He helps with the cleaning And carrying groceries- Namjoon loves to carry groceries. It’s the little him that makes him happy. You start to have what Seokjin had begun to call ‘family dinners and breakfasts’.

- Namjoon isn’t putting on as much weight as he should be, Jin tells you one evening. Namjoon’s hipbones still look too sharp when he stretches and his thick long-sleeved shirt lifts up a little. You try to tell Namjoon that you’d rather he just rest and recuperate, But Namjoon assures you that he’s not doing it because he feels like he has to- but just because he’s bored.

- But really?... He just likes to feel like he’s not a burden.

- You have to admit you’re starting to feel more than a little coddled with how Namjoon and Seokjin basically do everything for you. But you try to repay them in the little things you do that you know they like. like petting both of their ears and showing as much affection as you can possibly when you don’t have to work.

- They quickly work out a situation that has both of them happy, after they spend an evening arguing over who gets to put their head in your lap. You sit sideways in one of their laps one night while the other lies their head on your lap. Namjoon comes into your office when you work late, close to dinner dragging a fluffy blanket from his room, and asks “cuddles?” with his ears pinned to his head and his tail lip between his legs. And who are you to refuse him?

- As winter settles in and spring looms around the corner, work does pick up quite a bit, you go in with Seokjin into the center of town again to give a talk to your firm two weeks in a row. And every time you come home Namjoon greets you with his tail thwacking away a happy pattern against the doorway and his head tilted against your shoulder for pets.

- You’d been worried that Seokjin wouldn’t approve of you petting Namjoon, but when you ask him about it on the third night Namjoon had stayed. He’d said that it was fine, and he means it- that he wouldn’t expect you not too. Pressing reassurances in between kisses.

- Despite how Seokjin talks to him sometimes- berating him a little gently or harsher at times when the hybrid is clumsy. Seokjin does like having him around. And loves the happy grumble he makes in his chest when you pet him (and those times that Seokjin also shows him affection- even if that had only been twice; one morning when Seokjin had been sleepy and Namjoon was warm, and another when Namjoon tripped over his own shoes and fell into Seokjin, and the elder had giggled and given him a short squeeze after catching him.

- The other male hybrid looks after you with something akin to longing- always worried about asking for anything let alone affection but acting delighted when either of you offers.

- Or when you grab onto his arm when you’re out on walks. And how could Seokjin act jealous or like he had a claim over you when it made Namjoon’s face light up like that, even if you couldn’t see it.

- Seokjin has never met another person more touch starved than Namjoon.

- so he couldn’t take that soft dimpled smile away no matter how much his initial flare of hybrid instincts told him that you were meant to be his and his alone and that any male around you was a threat. They dissipate easily and almost instantly. After all, there are some parts of your relationship that remain entirely your own.

- The stolen moments pressed between covers, special touches shared, fingertips pressing into shoulders, a nose brushing against your neck while you sit on the couch and start a new drama, Namjoon asleep in your lap, Seokjin’s hand pressed to the skin of your hip underneath your shirt.

- Seokjin hasn’t stopped sleeping in your bed since Christmas and you have to admit it feels nice whenever you wake up with him, sometimes by his tail softly twitching against the bed- wagging in his sleep. Other times roused by his soft kisses against the expanse of your shoulder, your face, and sometimes, your inner thighs.

- Those mornings, Seokjin and you stumble, happy and leaning into each other to find a flush face and an awkward Namjoon in the kitchen, but Seokjin doesn’t let it stop him.

- You start putting away his laundry in your room instead of his, moving your spring clothes into storage to make room.

- For Valentines Day Seokjin wakes you up with pancakes in the shape of hearts and fresh squeezed orange juice. And you give him the present that you’d been waiting to give him since you ordered it just after Christmas. “Oh my god, I love it so much!” Seokjin squeals excitedly when he unwraps the apron that says ‘hot stuff coming through’ on the front in swirly lettering.

- Even Namjoon chuckles at it after leaning over Seokjin’s shoulder to read it. The next one is different, made of a thicker canvas, the edges of it well hemmed and strong. Seokjin’s fingers splay out across the fine fabric. It’s dark at the top and white and striped along the bottom with a pocket to hold his spoons- a real chef’s apron. “I know we didn’t talk about doing things for Valentines Day but…”

- “Oh love,” he says, getting a little choked up, “all I can say is thank you.” Seokjin gets up putting the apron on the table and goes over to kiss you, both of his palms- a little rougher than they were when he first came to live with you when they come up to grip both of your cheeks. Connection your lips in a kiss that knocks the breath out of you. You’re grinning when you pull away. your hand wrapped around his wrist

- “Glad you liked it,” you say giggly. pressing your forehead against his for a second before Seokjin pulls away. Namjoon is hiding his smile in his coffee cup from the other side of the table as he tries to give you privacy and focus on the newspaper he got from outside. But Seokjin doesn’t mind his intrusion in your special moment.

- As winter slowly melts to spring, so do you melt whenever Seokjin slings his long arms around your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck. Other times his more insistent bites and nips along your jaw turns into your hands fisting in his shirt softly, and he demands through yips and whines and words that you touch him.

- And you can do nothing but obliged him, slipping your fingers across his hard hips and cut lines to wrap around his body- or if he was feeling particularly needy- the waistband of his pants. Your name a broken sigh uttered by his mouth against your skin. Your smirk cocky at the way he shakes through it.

- The first time you’re ever truly intimate is soft and sweet, Seokjin asks you if you’re okay about 1000 times before you get it through his head that you want this. And when you press countless kisses against every inch of his chest, Seokjin feels so god damn lucky he can barely breathe.

- You’d forgotten how it felt to be in a man’s arms, to have someone cherish and praise every inch of you until you where flushing from your ears to your curling toes.

- But even this feels different than that. When he so much as touches your shoulder you feel like Seokjin is literally brushing his hands over your soul. It’s more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced and it makes you overwhelmed in a good way.

- Seokjin’s hands brush over your stomach and your hip as you laze in bed, nothing but the white duvet covering the two of you in the warm haze of the morning there isn’t a thing bothering you.

- You can tell that Seokjin’s looking at you, you reach out your hand, your fingertips brushing along his face to discern his expression, finding his plush lips turned up in a smile.

- “You know I love you right” he whispers against your fingertips. “You have to know by now” You freeze, your breath coming out a little roughly. “I’m sorry,” he says quickly grabbing your hand as you almost pull it back. You sit up a little.

- “No it’s fine- I just- I love you too Jinnie, so much you have no idea.” You whisper against his lips as you pull him down for another kiss. Letting your lips doing the talking.

- The longing, the relief, the incredulity and the love in the kiss makes both of you breathe a little heavy but it’s fine- because you have each other and nothing matters beyond that. You could handle anything with Seokjin by your side.

- And of course your peace had to be disrupted by the shrill piercing of the smoke alarm going off, you hear the muffled noises of Namjoon cursing. “God damn it” Seokjin mutters as you giggle. Pressing one last kiss to your lips before he pulls on his pants and exits the room.

- You start to get out of bed but Seokjin hastens, a hand against your sternum “No you stay right where- I want to make you breakfast in bed today.”

- “Seokjin stop being a prince” you tease jokingly- you don’t need him to speak to know he’s smiling when the door to your bedroom closes behind you. You fold back into the warm covers- significantly less comfortable than before, making you pout at your lover’s absence. But you know a shower is eminent in your future.

- In the kitchen- Seokjin finds the younger hybrid fussing over already burned eggs- it seems he forgot to put the butter in. “I ugh- I tried to do everything you did but they didn’t come out right.” He says abashed, and Seokjin blushes when he sees an episode of Eat Jin open on Namjoon’s cellphone.

- Seokjin pushes him away from the range with a hip sweeping up the pan carefully and putting it directly into the sink. His eyes snagged on the eggs in the pan-there where 6 there, far too many for the one hybrid, he must have been trying to make breakfast for all of them like Jin did most mornings. His heart squeezed when he realized what he’d been trying to do for them.

- “It’s okay, I can handle it Namjoon” Seokjin takes another pan from where they hang over the sink and pours a little bit of oil into the bottom before depositing it back on the stove. “Wanna grind some cheese for the omelets?” Namjoon eagerly gets the pepper jack cheese out of the fridge along with the grater and a plate.

- “You know you don’t have to try to cook like me- I’ve got it covered.”seokjin asks as he whisks half a dozen eggs in a bowl. “It makes both of you happy- so I wanted to try it. Sorry for messing up your kitchen.” Seokjin goes quiet after that- the younger males side brushing his as he comes over to deposit a mound of grated cheese into the middle of a layer of almost fully fried egg.

- Weren’t males supposed to feel territorial after mating? Why was he okay with Namjoon being so near? He would have thought with the other being a canine type hybrid as well his possessive instincts would be in overdrive and he wouldn't be able to even have the other hybrid in his general vicinity right now. but there is no annoyance or wariness lurking in his chest, and seokjin frowns, puzzled over why he wasn’t feeling territorial.

- He didn’t feel any lurch in his gut, anything but the muted sweetness, Namjoon asks him a few questions about his YouTube channel while Seokjin cooks,

- He was sure the other hybrid could tell what had just transpired in the room over. If he hadn’t heard it or couldn’t see the love bites on Seokjin’s neck, the hybrids sensitive nose could certainly smell it.

- Breakfast in bed is a lovely affair but after breakfast, you disappear up to your study for a phone conference. Seokjin busies himself with cleaning up the kitchen while Namjoon cleans the living room- still a bit disheveled from a movie night 2 nights before.

- When Seokjin enters the living room- asking the hybrid if he’d like to help him make lunch and he finds everything disordered. The wide L couch turned in a totally different place and the coffee table turned the opposite direction, the expansive shelves and braille books on either side of the wide window are still mostly intact.

- Namjoon’s just pushing the ottoman into place when he grins up at Seokjin “I thought it could do with a reordering- so that it fits the three of us more comfortably- do you like it?” he asks excitedly, Seokjin reigns in part of his temper. finally making an appearance.

- Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose, “you can’t move things you idiot- or if you do you have to put them back in the right place- or else she’ll trip over them.” Namjoon blushes and looks down, sudden shame curdling in on the proud feeling in his gut “I’m sorry,” the hybrid looks about ready to sniffle.

- “Just help me get everything back into place before she’s done and maybe she won’t notice.”

- Of course, when you head down the stairs with a yawn, tired after a nearly 3-hour conversation with a business executive, intent on finally changing out of your rolled up pajamas you call out a greeting, Seokjin answers from the kitchen while Seokjin bids a quiet hello.

- You head for your slippers by the window- your feet a little cold, you start to say something to them before you collide head over heels into the couch, falling into a lap. Below you Namjoon makes an oof as your head slams into his stomach.

- seokjin comes in at the sound of your shriek As Namjoon helps you stand up and find your footing again. Holding your hand out against his chest for stability. “Oh my god” he and Namjoon say after a second, completely mortified. Namjoon hides his face in his hands.

- But they don’t find you angry- no you’re just laughing. The bubbly kind of belly laughing that hits you surprised, Wiping away at your cloudy eyes before you tap namjoon’s arm to let him know you’ve found your footing. “6 inches to the left guys.” You say softly to no one in particular. Before you walk in the direction of the kitchen and your bedroom. Namjoon kicks the couch to the left.

- Weeks pass, you take both of them shopping, and it’s more of a fun affair full of copious stops for Starbucks after Namjoon discovers what a latte is and demands to try every single kind they have. Matcha ends up tying for first place alongside the mocha latte he gets last.

- Namjoon comes up to where you stand to ask you about fabrics for himself- getting your approval before he decides on any one thing. You shake your head with a smile when you realize that he didn’t want to wear anything that would make you less likely to touch him or pet him.

- Seokjin himself has always asked before buying anything- asking if you’d been opposed to any fabrics above others. Knowing that your sense of touch is a little sensitive in general.

- It hurts you in such a keen way- when you realize how much the younger hybrid just wants to be loved. How much he tries to make you and Seokjin happy.

- He’s surprised when Seokjin pays for things with his own money at the counter of one of the stores “My YouTube channel doesn’t make a lot- but it makes enough, sometimes it’s nice to buy things for myself.”

- The realization results in an eventual conversation with Namjoon when he asks you after agonizing over it for days if he should get a job. you sooth away his anxiety by trailing your hand up his shoulder to cup his cheek. “I don’t expect you to try and make money like Seokjin, you can use mine, most of the time Seokjin doesn’t use his own because I want him to save it.”

- “Save it for what.” You look down and too the side. “In case anything ever happened to me is all.” The thought makes Namjoon frightened. when you walk together he puts himself between you and the road, worried that you could fall into it.

- But as the days go on, you find another bad day leaking into you- solidifying when one morning you wake from a nightmare to an empty bed and can't get out of it. You click the alarm clock on your bedside table. “It is- 10:30am” reads in the automatic voice you dread on mornings like this.

- The sound of your door opening makes you want to pull the covers you’re your head. “Jagiya” Seokjin says softly, you turn and bury your face into your blanket. Mouth unable to make words as you just lie there, wallowing in your sadness, the only thing you can do until it dissipates. Seokjin knows, always knows somehow. The bed slumps and moves under his weight as he sits on the bed, pressing a hand to your cheek. Over the past few months, he’s dealt with too many of your bad days to count, this one is no different.

- “Do you want some tea? Or do you feel up for breakfast?” he says softly, worry leaking into his voice. months ago you wouldn’t have even talked to him when you’re like this But now you make the effort. Seokjin is worth the effort you remind yourself.

- “Just gonna go back to bed,” you say, though you know you really won’t. Seokjin had been intent on recording a new video for Eat Jin today- along with a q&a video so you don’t want to distract him with just another bad day.

- “Okay,” he says, suspicion in his voice. But he leaves you be, to turn over and over in the too warm bed, the sheets usually the perfect blend of cotton, feel too heavy and almost greasy.

- Minutes later Namjoon barges in, “Y/n I heard of this new park on the other side of town from the bunny hybrid next door and-“ the other hybrid freezes with the cloying scent of despair wafts from your curled up form, “what’s wrong? Are you hurt!?” he asks.

- “Namjoon!” Seokjin yells, and the other hybrid freeze, Seokjin is already up- his camera paused. As he nudges Namjoon out of the way and closes the door behind him without another word.

- “You can’t just do that” Seokjin hisses at Namjoon your door softly clicking behind him, “do what?” Namjoon asks, Seokjin rolls his eyes, “just go into her room like that when she’s-“ Seokjin breaks off- unwilling to reveal your secret- your bad days.

- “Can’t you smell how sad she is? Why aren’t you doing anything to help her- why don’t you care-” Seokjin shoves Namjoon away from him not appreciating how the younger hybrid is getting in his face. “Of course I fucking care I just-” he hears a noise from your room. The sound of blankets being piled on top of you pulled over your head to keep out the noise of their conversation.

- Both of them send the door a concerned look, and they continue more hushed. “Just accept that you don’t get it Joon, its best to just leave her alone right now- just trust me on this okay?” but Namjoon just can’t do nothing, he paces for a few minutes in front of your door, before he walks behind jin’s camera Standing with fists clenched, with his ears pinned to his head before the hybrid stops talking into the camera and sighs. Pausing it again.

- Joon helps Jin when he makes you a small meal of comfort food, even making you French fries, hands darting back whenever he feels a little spark of oil.

- Seokjin lets Namjoon bring it in for you, even though he did the majority of the work, and insists on cuddling you while you eat, Seokjin grumbles from the other side of you as he flicks through the channels on the tv in your room, a new installation. Seokjin becomes slightly more content when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his side when he finally settles on an episode of your favorite drama. It’s a good sign that you’re showing affection- the worst days where when you couldn’t even manage that.

- Now that it was warmer both of the hybrids started feeling a little cooped up. At least now Seokjin has someone to play Frisbee with when you took walks to the park. And it feels glad to get some exercise after a long winter. you sit on one of the picnic tables with one headphone in- listening to another audiobook while they spent time rolling around, Namjoon diving to catch a Frisbee and rolling, surprisingly agile.

- Seokjin wines about untangling the sticks from his hair later. when Seokjin offers to comb through your hair after your shower, Namjoon sits shyly next to the two of you and tilts his head in Seokjin’s direction- a wordless request for affection, a low whine in his throat.

- “Here” Seokjin says, turning Namjoon around so that his back is too him and getting on his knees so he can reach his head. Seokjin sits behind the two of you on the couch, chest inches from either of your backs while the two of you argue about the romantic lead of your favorite drama and who she should be with.

- When he’s done, Namjoon leans back so that his back touches his chest and nudges Seokjin’s shoulder with his nose and neck turned away. Namjoon is blushing as he does it, only doing it once or twice before he’s finished and Seokjin can’t help but coo at the gesture, the scent marking.

- Namjoon’s chest flutters when he smells Seokjin the next day, his own buttery pine intertwining with the hybrids another scent of sweet honey.

- Namjoon desperately bothers Jin about being in an episode of Eat Jin but after he so horribly screws up a soufflé (why kind of person doesn’t know what yeast is?) Seokjin basically bands him from appearing in the show. Though sometimes the other hybrid photobombs the other, and he won’t realize that he has until he’s gone back and begun to edit his footage.

- But once his followers have gotten a look at him there’s no getting them off the subject of the wolf hybrid and Namjoon drags and bribes him (with one dish of any kind of food he wants) to sit still long enough for a Q&A. And of course, his followers love Namjoon always asking endless questions, where did Namjoon come from? why did he have a gash in his ear? why you adopted him? and how you’d managed to have all the luck in the world getting two of the cutest hybrids in existence?

- Someone even comments, “I wonder why they don’t get territorial with each other, or over their owner, I have two German Shepard hybrids and they’re always at each other's throats.”

- And Namjoon himself- wonders that too. They don’t even have a dominance hierarchy established between the two of them- and Joon doesn’t even feel the need to, doesn’t feel his instincts stirring in his gut, ever, even when he knows it should. - Seokjin wonders why the presence of the other hybrid doesn’t put him off like it does with others- like the time the fox hybrid at the park brazenly came up and introduced himself to you with a sunshiny smile that made Seokjin’s skin boil.

- But for some reason, the gentle but quiet wolf hybrid doesn’t make him wary in the slightest, even less so now that Namjoon’s fully moved into the house and realized that the other shoe isn’t about to drop and that you really won’t make him leave.

- The only time you see Namjoon excitable is when you start him talking on a single topic - Namjoon could talk about nature endlessly, and loved to spend time going on walks, even dragging you for a few hikes in the reservation on the outskirts of the city. It’s nice, you have to admit, even though you can't see the view the fresh air tastes sweeter somehow.

- You make a habit of it- every weekend alongside your and Seokjin’s restaurant tours. Namjoon doesn’t like going to restaurants because he always seems to knock something off the table, making everyone look at you with a scandalized expression that he hates. After the first time he decides to go he makes a point not to intrude on your alone time with Seokjin, who has started to call them “Date and dinner nights.”

- Every Sunday you and Namjoon have your own time, hiking and listening to his soft voice as he describes everything around you, helping you touch the sprouts of tulips and daffodils that are sprouting up every time he finds a new one.

- One day, at the park with Seokjin, he presses a glassy snowdrop against your cheek without warning, making you giggle. And then bounding off to find another. As you smile and shake your head at his silliness.

- In the first few weeks of true spring, he easily gets a bit jumpy, and restless when you don’t take him for walks during the day. You can tell he’s turning something over in his head sometimes over breakfast when he’s more quiet than usual. When you ask Seokjin he always says that Namjoon’s just looking out of the window towards your barren and small back yard.

- “I wonder what it could be,” you ponder idly as you brush your hand over Seokjin’s arm late one night after Namjoon had already turned in to his bedroom upstairs. A smaller one next to Jin’s old bedroom (through the elder hybrid had tried to assure him that it was fine if he took his room- seeing as it was bigger and had windows that face the street instead of the back yard).

- The answer comes the next day surprisingly- the first truly warm day of spring. The day that the snow finally melts.

- “Um- Y/n?” Namjoon’s asks from the door of your study, barely leaning in, he’s wearing an old shirt of his, Seokjin notices as he turns from the spot on the window and takes out his headphones- which he’d been wearing so the voice commands from your special laptop didn’t bother him and he didn’t bother you while editing another video.

- He shrinks when both of you turn to him becoming somehow more shy and small in the doorway. “Yes Namjoon?” you ask.

- “Your back yard,” he says, twisting the edge of his sweatshirt over his hands. “I was just looking out at it and even though it’s small I was just thinking it would be nice- I mean really I’d do all the work for it- and I could make it smell nice for you-”

- “Namjoon,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes, “just spit it out.”

- “I want to plant a garden,” he says quickly, grimacing like he’s ripping off a band-aid, “I promise I don't expect either of you work to on it and I’ll make it pretty for Seokjin- I could even plant fragrant plants too so that you can smell them...”

- “Of course.” You say, shrugging like its no big deal and turning back to your work. But Seokjin sees that it clearly is a big deal to Namjoon who’s ears perk up immediately his shaggy tail switching back and forth.

- “I promise I’ll work on it well! Thank you!” he shouts before running off down the stairs in excitement. You hum thoughtfully turning back to your machine. “that boy- he’s going to make such a mess tracking mud in the house.�� Seokjin shakes his head.

- “Don’t pretend you don’t love it when he gets excited like that.”

-“Jesus woman get out of my head” Seokjin replies, making you giggle, and he’s glad that you can’t see the blush that stains his cheeks. Because Namjoon does get adorable when he gets passionate about something. And those freaking dimples did terrible things to Seokjin’s concentration.

- That night Namjoon hovers in the doorway, his shirt stained up to the elbows in dirt, pants, and knees stained green even some on his face as he grins inside and steps in carefully. And though Seokjin shouts, “shoes off this instant and a shower for you too!” he has to admit that there is a certain tension out of Namjoon’s shoulders when he sits back down at the kitchen table.

- he looks lithe and relaxed, the shower has turned his skin rosy and his hair, shaggy and hanging in his face. You reach up and run your fingers through it when he sits next to you. Lamenting that his hair is getting long.

- Namjoon hoists your legs into his lap and sets about rubbing his careful hands up and down your shins; something that Namjoon had figured out was comforting after you’d done it to him the other day.

- “I could cut it for you if you want.” Seokjin offers, Namjoon’s wide brown eyes flicker up, and he smiles, dimply and adorable and Seokjin almost drops the wooden spoon in his hands when the hybrid says, “I’d love that Jinnie.”

- Namjoon bugs you to go to the local garden center for some trowels and some seeds, and in the next few weeks the two of you makes trips back and forth half a dozen times for various garden stakes and wood to make standing beds.

- Though you relent and have one of the workers deliver the bags of soil instead of making Seokjin and Namjoon lug the bags back by themselves insisting even when Namjoon tells you that you don’t need to spend money on the delivery.

- “The pees came up! They’ve got two leaves and everything just like the package said!” Namjoon runs in shouting, one morning after he goes out to check the garden, while Seokjin stirs something that smells vaguely vinegary in a pan, so excited that he almost trips over the rug just inside the door.

- “Shoes Joon!” Seokjin reminds him, rolling his eyes at the excitable hybrid Who tosses dirt onto the floor “Sorry! sorry!” toeing them off, tripping over them again.

- “Want me to come out and feel them?” you ask Namjoon with a small smile. And he takes your hand pulling you up from the table. Your bare feet shiver as the grass rubs up against the bottom, but the sensation feels good and you can hear Namjoon’s smile when he speaks.

- “We might have pees before July!” his wagging tail knocks up against the backs of your legs as he guides your hand down into the raised garden beds. The small leaves are rubbery and soft underneath your fingers, “What kinds did you plant?” you ask.

- “Sugar snap! Because their Seokjin’s favorite in salads, but I also have some beans!” you give Namjoon a knowing smile. “For Seokjin?” Namjoon stutters trying to find the words to justify it. You giggle and nudge him lowering your voice so that the hybrid won’t hear you through the open door to the kitchen.

- “I won’t tell him about your crush don’t worry.” You smile, rubbing a hand down his side. Namjoon goes hot underneath your fingers and you can tell you’ve hit the nail on the head by the way he whines lowly and presses his face into your shoulder. Rubbing his head along your shoulder in a peculiar way.

- And really how could you not have noticed Namjoon’s crush? He’d always been hanging around Seokjin, always interested in what he’d been cooking, always ready to help both him and you at the drop of a hat. He watched every one of Seokjin’s videos- though he’d never tell the other hybrid that.

- You had noticed his crush on Seokjin, but Namjoon didn’t know how you didn’t notice his crush on you. Sure you couldn’t see how fondly he looked at you, or the slight little bits of jealousy that sprouted up in him whenever he saw you and Seokjin kissing in the morning light, or in the mornings after he can smell that you’ve both been intimate.

- After he’s definitely heard your voice murmur “Jinnie- oh my god yes” coming from your bedroom when he gets up to get a snack. The way that you would lean into each other both flustered and sated in the kitchen the morning after in a way that Namjoon definitely loves to see.

- And definitely wants to cause.

- Even if that want on Namjoon’s short list of wants makes fear of being turned down, of not being accepted, Turn in his stomach like a tide. He’s glad that you can’t see the way he looks at you, forlorn and longing, both of you barefoot in his garden at the beginning of May, the setting sun turning the garden orange.

- Your hand comes up to brush against his ears again in a slow lazy gesture, fingers smoothing out ruffles in the fur that aren’t there. “Why don’t you plant some herbs for him too Namjoon? I’m sure he’d love that.” Namjoon nods against your hand.

- So Namjoon picks up basil and tomatoes, parsley and oregano, as well as a rosemary plant from the nursery. Some of the plants are expensive, especially the glossy clay pot he decides is perfect for the rosemary since it needs to go on your small porch instead of in the ground (because it can’t be in the rain so much as the other plants he tells you). But with the way he excitedly talks about all the things that Seokjin will be able to make with them makes the price worth it.

- And really- you have more money than you know what to do with so why not spend it on your hybrid that you’re already starting to love so much.

- You know that’s not the way to get into his heart- as buying things is rarely better than just plain old spending time. So one morning when your workload is light- you go outside and ask Namjoon if they’re anything that you can do to help.

- “You can deadhead the petunias in the window boxes!” the soft floral scent of the petunias is pleasant and you can easily feel dried and crunch dead flowers compared to the velvet of the ones that have already wilted.

- He comes up behind you, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “you missed one.” His chest warms your back, instead of just picking the dead head for you, Namjoon’s large hand, a little rough and moist from the dirt guides your hand to touch the tip of a crackling dry settle underneath the velveteen softness of the leaves.

- Before Namjoon can move away you lean against him a little, your back up against his chest his thick sweater pillowing you, shoulders fitting perfectly in between the bounds of his arms. And you find his back steady, His tail swishes happily. He noses at the top of your head then stoops to hook his chin over your shoulder. Arms wrapping around you strong and lithe, protective in a way that makes you feel small and cared for and treasured.

- But there’s something in the way you sigh. Something too heavy to be entirely happy. “Are you alright?”

- “Just a little stressed” you admit easily, Namjoon’s finger runs a line down your arm, the sleeve from his shirt tickling your skin along with the rough pads of his fingers. “Work is just a little busy right now.”

- “Anything to worry about?” Namjoon asks uneasily. “No not at all- there’s just more work than I can realistically handle by myself so the firm is going to hire a new person and then I’ll have to work with someone new and just ugh- I hate when things change with work because I get so wrapped up in it- and just- it doesn’t give me the best results.”

- Namjoon’s heart constricts as he thinks about you frustrated, and if he’s being honest, he wonders why he’d never noticed before. But now that he thinks about it you have been spending a little more time in your office than usual. “If there’s anything I can do to help…” he says trailing off at the end.

- He wishes he knew how to help you better, and wishes he was better at expressing his emotions. He’d never really learned how. His first owner hadn’t allowed him to be anything other than stoic when in his heart been anything but.

- You lean into him a little bit more and your head tilts up, your cheek rubbing soft against his, so so close to him, he can almost feel the curve of your mouth, almost feel your lips against his skin and the weight of that almost touches him more than your hand does when it comes to rest against his forearm.

- The touch too sensual, too tender, needed too much to bear it all, but the physical affection too good and too dreamed about for Namjoon too pull away. Everything feels like fresh electricity to Namjoon’s touched starved skin. “Honestly? This helped so much.”

- Namjoon squeezes you a little tighter. “You can help with the garden whenever you want.” And you do, though there is a small limit on what you can do because you don’t really like digging in the ground. The small worms startling you with their wriggles and unpleasantness, so you stick to pruning and watering.

- One night after dinner Namjoon chats to you about how he was thinking about getting more scented plants and planting them in the garden. And you blush and tell him that you’d love it if he did that.

- So Namjoon buys a trellis to go up the back wall and plants jasmine, honeysuckle and scented roses, that waft through your open windows when you keep them open to encourage an early summer breeze.

- One day you’re walking back from a new bookstore (which Namjoon wanted to check out to look for good books on gardening,) with Namjoon and Seokjin and you catch a sweet scent on the air and you stop. Namjoon searches for the plant to try to find out what the citrus scent is finding an orange tree on an old lady’s front porch.

- Namjoon finds one a few weeks later after he drags you to a different specialty garden store. He plants gardenias and lavender just as the first tomatoes start to ripen and the cilantro truly starts to explode and you find yourself sitting out on the steps more often to work.

- Namjoon spies a table on the side of the road with a pair of small wire chairs that someone’s throwing out, and drags them back to your house. he puts them on your little deck for you to sit at in the mornings. and when it gets warmer You prop up your laptop, not really working, just Listening to the soft sound of the city echoing in the distance and your hybrid softly humming to himself.

- seokjin will bring out little bits of food for whatever he's making for you to try, or sit and play cards with Namjoon on that table, sometimes seokjin even leaves the doors open so the three of you can be in each others space even more.

- One day, Seokjin walks into the kitchen and cries out. “Namjoon! What’s this?” he holds up the sprig of rosemary and a handful of basil leaves like an accusation, and Namjoon looks down at the floor his hears pinned to his head.

- “I um- I planted some herbs in the garden because I thought you might…like to cook with them?” he says shyly, refusing to meet Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin stands there stunned- that the wolf boy actually planted things with him in mind? The garden that he puts all of his efforts into? The garden that he works on every day- some of that garden was planted for Seokjin?

- “Oh.” He says, wishing that it wasn’t so obvious when he blushed, Namjoon waits for the elder to dismiss him; to say that he shouldn’t have planted them because he’ll never use them and it’s just easier to buy them at the store. but instead, Seokjin says “Well in that case- I need a little more of the rosemary if I’m going to make baked potatoes tonight for dinner- would you grab some for me?” Namjoon jumps and runs to get him more ecstatic that he’d been accepted.

- “I thought you were making a side salad tonight to better complement the chicken?” you say idly from the table and where you’ve been reading. Sending him a knowing smile.

- “Oh, hush,” Seokjin says, “who am I to refuse him when he’s so sweet?”

- “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you like him Jin.” You say with teasing air, a little too happy about the obvious but trying not to be obvious flirting that just went on in the kitchen.

- “Aish woman, you’re never going to let me live are you?” you brush your hand against Jin’s palm, pressing against the underside and feeling the way he softly trembles.

- “Nervous?” you ask, a little breathless, Seokjin leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Starting things always makes me nervous,” Seokjin admits softly, but he gives no more explanation than that. He has no explanation beyond the warm feeling in his chest when Namjoon comes running back in, almost knocking one of his pans off the burner, missing it only thanks to Seokjin’s steady hands which grab him “Namjoon! Be careful you could burn yourself!”

- Namjoon’s smile is incandescent as he ignores Seokjin’s words blatantly. “I didn’t know how much you wanted so I got a whole branch! And There where also some tomatoes ripe so I-” Namjoon blushes, can’t meet Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin sees that Namjoon’s brought in far too much for just one meal. His heart swells as Namjoon shoves all of the produce into Seokjin’s arms and promptly takes off back through the door back to his garden.

- Seokjin takes a glass and puts the rest of the rosemary in it and puts it on the windowsill and catches himself looking at it the next day fondly And thinks crap- he needs to ask you about this before anything happens, before the little sprouts of affection that he feels for the other hybrid start to grow and flower and make a home in his chest right next to his feelings for you.

- And he does, he goes up to your office at that moment. You hold up a finger as you prattle on to the person on your phone, talking about stocks in a way that lets Seokjin know that you’re too tired to continue working afterward. He’s careful to shut the door and close the open window, Namjoon is out in his garden again, like always, even though it’s been missing all afternoon, and he doesn’t want the other hybrid to overhear this conversation.

- “What is it Jin?” you ask when you’re finished, and he takes one step towards you and kneels, emotions filling his mouth and not letting words out, lying his head onto your lap and lifting your hand to his ears. You huff happily at the forceful taking of affection, something sweetened by familiarity. But when your fingers brush against his mouth you find a frown there. You mirror it without seeing it, “What’s wrong honey, what’s got you so upset?”

- “I know we don’t talk about us all that often, but you know that I love you, but I want you to know, if you want this to be a “Just us thing”- with Joonie- I won’t- not if you don’t want me to- if you-” Seokjin stutters the words not coming out right.

- “Jinnie you love him too,” you say, your voice breaking a little bit, chiding and gentle “and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t… feel something, so you don’t have to worry.”

- “He’s just so freaking cute.” Seokjin groans, the words almost a frustrated curse against your bare legs. because yes, You’re both totally whipped for him. the smiley and protective hybrid that’s as gentle as the plants he grows makes both of your hearts pitter pater like the rain on the roof of your home.

- And it’s a home with the three of you- not just any old house. The feeling of home and family and love is stitched into every inch of your lives and none of you wants that to ever change.

- A few days later, before Seokjin has a chance to act on his budding feelings, Seokjin is making another YouTube video in the kitchen when you and Namjoon are sitting in the living room. it’s raining too hard outside for Namjoon to work on his garden, and your show just ends.

- “I should probably go get some work done,” you sigh against Namjoon’s shoulder, a blanket covers the both of your laps, and his body is a line of warmth against your side. It might be nearing summer, but you always like being cozy. You purposeful put your air conditioner on a little early because of it. After all- you have literal furnace Kim Seokjin too sleep next to every night.

- Namjoon makes a noncommittal noise of ascent, he doesn’t want you to leave, but he won't stop you when he knows you need to work. He doesn’t get his legs out of the way fast enough and you fall into him. But he manages to catch you, one hand of yours falls on his chest, and the other on his right arm, you let out a little oof sound.

- Namjoon looks up, an apology already on his lips, and any other day he’d think a totally different when your breath runs over his face but you… your hand on his arm, it’s tracing what’s underneath his clothes.

- The long sleeve shirt is too thin and unlike usual he’s not wearing a thick sweatshirt, he should have known your overactive senses would be able to feel them right now.

- You pause for a moment, putting two and two together, “Joon?” you ask tentatively.

- Then He’s depositing you on the other side before you can say anything else, standing up and leaving the living room as quickly as he can. His pulse jumping with anxiety- because you can't know, he’d just started to get comfortable here. he’d been so careful, he doesn’t want you to find out. Knowing you could send him away if you find out about his most terrible secret.

- You aren’t letting him get away, even as Namjoon tries to escape to his garden, going through the kitchen.

- Seokjin makes an aggravated sigh and pauses the camera before turning off the burner. “Guy’s! You’re going to make me burn the Onions-“ and he’s about to educate you on the perfect mixture of crunchiness and gumminess, but then he sees how you’re trailing after Namjoon looking conflicted, you manage to catch his arm. “Namjoon wait-”

- “It’s nothing- don’t worry about it- I’m not-” he reverses his direction, going for his shoes and his jacket, his anxiety is screaming at him- yelling at him to get away away away from the threat.

- The threat is this: your sad imploring expression trying to pay for Namjoon’s secrets, the ones he doesn’t share- not ever, and Seokjin’s wide eyes that are wanting to pry his chest open and have his secrets laid out on the floor of your kitchen.

- “Namjoon if you’re hurt you need to tell me-”

- “I don’t need to tell you anything!” the hybrid yells, you and Seokjin freeze. You’d never heard him yell before and suddenly Namjoon can’t breathe, the air too cloying and pressing on his chest.

- He takes his shoes with shaking hands and slams the door so hard that the ceramic pots he’d gotten by the door rattle, not even bothering to put them on before he leaves. Namjoon toes them on at the top of the steps and by the bottom, he’s running.

- Seokjin holds the pan of frying onions in his hands staring wide-eyed in the direction of the hybrid that’s just disappeared. “What the fuck?”

- You start to sniff in the doorway, and Seokjin drops the pan with a clatter in a when he realizes you’re crying, his hands and arms crush you to his chest, your tears soak into his apron. “Honey” his voice is soft and as sweet as the pet name he uses with you. “What’s wrong? What happened? What made Joonie so upset?”

- Seokjin rubs the tears away from your eyes as you swallow back a lump in your throat. “I fell against him and I felt something under his shirt- they where Scars Seokjin.”

*PART 3 COMING SOON*

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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Hi TT! So, this is out of the blue but I've been planning to get a cat and asking every single I know who owns a cat if I should. Would you recommend it?

Oh hello anon!

I personally did not plan to get Chandler. I just found him, abandoned in a stairwell, with a broken leg. I played with him a little and started to leave (coz I was super superrrrrrrrr late for work!), but he kept following me no matter how many times I put him back in the spot I found him. So I just took it as a sign that we were meant to find each other, and took him home. My parents weren’t thrilled, but I made a biggggggggg fuss until they agreed. (And now, he’s the preferred child in the house over me!!!!!!!)

The most important thing I would tell you is that please know that being a responsible pet owner is not sunshine and rainbows and frolicking through meadows all the time. It takes quite a bit of financial resources and patience. It’s very much like having a permanent toddler, that’s dependent on you for their whole life. Food, litter, vet bills, they can add up. They may unintentionally cause damage around the house. You will need to spay/neuter them to ensure that they don’t have behavioural issues caused by hormones. Cats are nocturnal creatures and can keep waking you periodically at night. We moved countries, and unfortunately, lots of people abandon pets in such cases; but we couldn’t even dream of doing that to Chandler, and so went through considerable paperwork and expenses to bring him with us to India. If you’re going on vacations, you must ensure a sitter/boarding service to look after them for when you’re gone. A healthy cat, if well taken care of, can live well into its late teens, so be aware that you will have to provide these things long-term. Please do not take on the responsibility of a pet if you think you’re not ready to be in it for the long haul. Even though they’re a different species, they are very much family. If you wouldn’t treat a human member of the family in a certain manner, then you shouldn’t do it to the pet either. They’re defenseless creatures who are completely dependent on you for their survival and well-being, and you should take that responsibility very seriously.

Another thing about cats is that they’re generally not as physically demonstrative with their affection as dogs are. (Varies from cat to cat, depending on their individual personality.) The instagram cats constantly cuddling and doing cute shit with their owners are pretty much like everything else on insta: heavily curated moments just to show the pretty side. But cats do show their love in lots of other ways. They hang out with you/follow you around while you do stuff. They can be very playful and trained to play simple games (Chandler loves hide and seek! The cat my roomies and I had while I was doing my Masters could play fetch as well as any dog!) They can sense when you’re sad or sick, and come sit with you to comfort you. (When my dad was diagnosed with cancer, Chandler didn’t leave his side all day. He even knew which parts of the body were sensitive and was careful to never brush up there. It was a great comfort for my dad, even with all the pain he was in.) They’re very intelligent and curious creatures, and honestly, you don’t need a TV in the house when you can just spend hours watching them do their delightful cat things. (I love to watch Chandler groom himself, trying to reach ridiculous places like the back of his hind leg knee!)

Another good side is that they’re quite low maintenance animals, both physically and emotionally. They thrive indoors (live longer that way than outdoor cats!) and are chill about hanging out alone for a few hours with no issues. You don’t need to walk them or anything, they just need some mental stimulation and small cheap things around the house to keep them entertained/exercised. (Don’t bother buying expensive toys, they’ll always prefer batting around a paper ball/random length of string to the fancy toy.) So ideal pets if you’re a working person. Also, they’re generally very clean creatures, so you don’t have the usual dog type issues of them routinely getting into muck and all dirty and needing to bathe them often. Note: if it’s a longhaired breed, you will have to regularly brush them to get rid of the extra fluff so that you don’t have hairballs all around the place (including inside the cat, which they’ll periodically puke up!) In any case, be ready to have everything you own covered in fur! It’s just an unavoidable part of having a pet. But generally, they’re very easygoing chill little buddies who are more like silly, not-so-independent roommates, once they’ve reached adulthood (in about a year or so.)

I personally find having a cat really really wonderful. I can’t imagine life without one anymore. Not counting my mom, Chandler is literally the most important living being on this planet to me. When I’m outside the house, I can’t wait to get back to him (and he comes running with a loudddd greeting and gives me a 10 minute sniffdown to explore the smells of the outside world.) He actively helps with my depression/anxiety (on some hard work days, I used to drive 20 minutes to go home on my lunch breaks just to see him for 10 minutes and feel better.) He’s generally not a big one for petting/cuddles (just about tolerates it for like a minute before running away) but still sneaks into my bed every morning when I’m sleeping and winds himself around my feet and falls asleep there. I love irritating him for fun, and we play-fight every day like real siblings do, till my mom comes and breaks it up. (He swipes and bites, but is always mindful to do it in a way that won’t hurt me much. He has never ever injured me on purpose.) It’s really really really lovely to have the trust and love of a creature with no agendas or conditional expectations. So in short, YES I do recommend it: all the work and minor annoyances are really worth it. It’s lowkey like parenting, coz you raise this little thing and get to see it develop into its own personality, and have wonderful love and companionship for years. Very fulfilling and good for the heart.

I hope you make a good, informed decision, anon; and that if you do get a kitty, have many many wonderful years with your furbaby!!!!!!!! (PLEASE SEND ME PICS!!!!!!!!!!)

PS - All the cats I’ve lived/hung out with longterm:

Chandler. My baby, actual love of my life.

Ria (short for SangRIA. My roommate liked drinking. A lot.) Aforementioned fetch player extraordinaire.

Pepper. Cat of coursemates. As an introvert, I wasn’t much for socializing, but I’d make myself get out on a weekly basis, just to hang out with this cat!

Nala (grey tabby) and Monkey (orange). I took a whole extra week of vacation time to stay with my friend (in pink) because she was a newish cat mom and needed a little help getting them settled in. Totallllllllllllllllllll cuddlebugs, who didn’t leave my side the whole time I was there!

#tt answers #cat owner life

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deviationdivine · 5 years

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☼ Connor | Headcanons ☼

A/N: Headcanons for Connor (both deviant & machine) I personally feel, as well as some ones for my writing. Wanted to work on something light while focusing on wips especially for the reader/follower poll. Have this for today’s drabble queue! I will do RK800-60 & Nines as well. But first - can I get an amen?!

TW: Language, Smut (I had to go there!)

Deviant!Connor

Following the revolution Connor most likely will be dealing with his newfound freedom and sense of self worth. While he is free from Cyberlife control it still does not alleviate him of doubts especially when it comes to how other androids view him.

Feels a sense of guilt for hunting so many of his people before deviating despite Markus trusting him after the fall of Jericho. He has a sense of obligation to offer support to the RK200 if it’s needed as a sort of personal repentance.

Attempts to blend into society better but still feels a bit shunned by humans and androids alike. This is a personal hurdle he must conquer.

Afraid of dying in the full sense but keeps these fluctuating emotions inside. Often needs to validate himself otherwise.

Fears being taken control of again even if he used Kamski’s emergency exit. Amanda is an internal nightmare to him now.

Obviously remains working in tandem with Hank at the DPD. He’s a prototype android detective who gets his skills put to use in an official capacity.

Remains close with Hank in a familial capacity. Android son confirmed. Stays with the lieutenant until finding his own place in society. This will take some equal laws being passed first.

Uses more colorful language at times. Hank has rubbed off on him.

“Fuck...shit.”

“What the fuck did you say, Connor?!”

Really wants his own dog....maybe two. Or three.

He’ll wind up stealing Sumo.

Finds various species of fish pleasant to study on down time at work. There hardly is any down time for him though.

Hank makes him have down time. He works too fucking much.

Hones skills in both the programming field he was originally built and his emotional responses.

While deviant he still struggles with what he’s feeling. It’s a learning process but the android gets better at it.

Surprisingly has gained more support from coworkers. This doesn’t include Gavin but as Hank says, “fuck Gavin.” Honestly, Gavin doesn’t work here anymore. Bye bitch.

Picks up the emotions of others with more clarity than his original programming. Deviancy allots him better understanding and heightens his skills in a way.

Still very adept at combat and will take out an entire group of thugs on a case if need be. Is a soft deviant boy who can go John Wick in two seconds flat.

Has a few decorated awards under his belt for breaking open some tough cases including a huge red ice ring.

Hank is fucking proud but won’t admit it. Connor isn’t as naive as he was though, he can tell:

“Why thank you, Lieutenant. I did take them out impeccably as you would say.”

“Since when do I say fucking impeccably?”

Relationships

Understanding all of these new emotions means coming to terms with other things he’s feeling. Friendships are a bit easier if stilted at the start.

Social programs aside, Connor finds a genuine appreciation of the people around him especially those who support him.

Hank is always his biggest supporter now...obviously.

Finding himself in the company of others because they genuinely want him there is awkward initially. Gradually he develops a natural affinity for this.

Connor in love...?

Love is new. It’s strange. It can make his entire brain whir. Honestly doesn’t know how to cope when experiencing the first threads of it in his system.

Is a soft boy ready to discover what it truly means. He witnessed this between Markus and North end of the revolution after all.

Finds himself capable of the same as it hits him all at once.

You make him overheat but in a pleasant way. Oh, is that genuine arousal?

He is highly advanced so of course he was designed with the proper parts. Their origin was for more nefarious means built for Cyberlife missions but now it hardly matters. He has total control over his body.

An awkward badass. I mean he can kill you with a lopsided smile and wink and also kill a whole room full of bad guys. What’s not to like?

Truly wants to experience this whole new side of humanity with you and no one else but you. Connor finds being in love an epiphany. He feels more human with it. He feels more human with you.

Confident when you express affection to him even if he is an android. Makes him feel even more accepted and sure of himself.

Eases into things until he can no longer metaphorically breathe. That’s when everything snaps and he knows.

This android is in love.

Machine!Connor

Completely opposite of his deviant persona, Connor as a machine does not feel emotion for anything let alone anyone who stands in his path. All about accomplishing his mission no matter the casualties. This includes any allies he obtained from the DPD during his deviant investigations.

Will throw Hank off a rooftop if it’ll get him one step closer.

You can’t kill him...androids don’t die.

Deviants should be eradicated because they’re a clear disease with a virus in their program. He sees this as neither mercy nor punishment. He sees it as a mission to obey for the greater good of humanity.

Follows the side of his creators just as he was programmed to do. However, has no qualms taking out any human who stands in his way. Will mercilessly kill an entire squadron of soldiers if need be without batting an eye.

Only the mission matters... He only answers to Cyberlife.

Not adverse to torture or intimidation. Any tactic will do.

Any sort of software instability towards deviancy is readily pushed down until he does something unbearably ruthless to gain back his purpose of programming.

Machine Connor will not allow Cyberlife to deactivate him after completing his mission.

Amanda has no power over him in that regard. He is his own power.

Will slaughter anyone at the tower who tries to apprehend him for destruction.

While not a push to deviancy, Connor feels his time is not finished. Everything Cyberlife programmed to do he accomplished successfully. Discarding him is their greatest mistake.

He will destroy any supposed superior model before taking his place. No. This does NOT make him deviant.

Unstoppable killing machine? Definitely makes him that.

Relationships

Machine Connor uses connections to benefit him. If it will help the mission he will be whatever you want him to be.

This includes gaining favor with other humans around him. The friendlier he seems the better. Will fake emotions if need be. Hank throws this in his face later during this particular route so it’s natural a machine!Connor would do this around anyone he meets.

Love? I don’t think so. Any love you think he can possess is all a fabrication. If you believe a ruthless machine Connor actually cares then you’d be dead wrong. He cares for nothing, nobody but completing his mission and doing what he was designed to do no questions asked.

However, this does not prevent him using it against you. If you want to follow your weak human emotions and fall in love with a cold machine so be it. He will use and discard you like tissue paper breaking your weak humanity in half along the way.

As an RK800 built to accomplish dangerous missions and outfitted with clever negotiator skills, it makes sense he will have some high end upgrades. If seduction is required he will make use out of his advanced protocols and parts.

After using you he will leave you to perish if you try to stop him afterwards. Romance is not part of the equation.

Sex is an instrument he perfectly mimics as he mimics emotions and friendliness.

If you somehow start to spread the virus of deviancy in his system, Connor will correct it by any means. He will snuff you out if it comes down to it.

On the other hand if you do somehow by a miracle stick to him with your human virus he may deviate. It would have to be a big build up even then because most times it will not happen. He will choose the mission over you every time.

You are a tool. Nothing more, nothing less. There is no fairy tale romance here but the foolish one conjured in your head.

Smut!Connor

Deviant

Connor is all about falling into his emotions. Becoming deviant makes the android want to experience everything that drives this humanity in his system. What better way than to finally share this intimacy with you?

Everything is full, passionate and just for the two of you. No one else is in existence while the two of you are together.

While it takes him a bit to understand the full meaning behind this act it stirs his synthetic heart. It’s obvious how much he wants to share a sole space with you. Being apart of your existence only makes his bloom further in the middle of sex.

He gets off on you tugging his hair. Clawing his back is another turn on as it makes him feel dominant.

As a negotiator android this is good for his programming origins but also his newly found ego. He loves that you want to grip onto him and the tighter it is the better.

Can be slow and methodical if you’re looking for a long night.

However, can be quick and rough if you ask him. There’s still that ruthless core he deviated from. He can easily tap into his more aggressive nature. It’s whatever you want him to be that particular time.

Cautious with you during rougher sex. Connor is aware of his strength and hurting you is never something he would do. This sweet boy would never forgive himself.

Likes to be the dominant partner but doesn’t mind lying back while you take over the reins.

Is all about foreplay especially with his tongue. You thought thirium licking was bad? Connor uses his tongue like a pro and will lap up every last drop between your legs to satisfy his own need. To him you taste indescribable and he wants more of that each time.

Scratch his synthetic skin, use your teeth against his epidermis to mark him as yours just as he marks you as his. While his healing component will ultimately take away any abrasions, Connor enjoys seeing them littering his body before they fade.

Same goes with hickies. He’s a master of placing them in secret places so others cannot see. That doesn’t stop him being a sneaky boy at times. Right on your throat? Just one? How about one on each side?

Loves to hear his name slip quietly from your lips while fucking you softly. Really gets going when you start yelling for him to pound you harder. He obliges...obviously.

Connor’s reactions in the moment are quieter. Groans, deep gasps and utterances of your name as he places kisses all over your face.

Let’s get this straight. This boy likes to kiss. No, he loves to kiss while going at it. As much as he loves having sex, he loves the closeness just as much. It changes things for him. They’re all good changes.

And when you ask to see him without his skin? Oh lord. Does this boy melt from your acceptance. He becomes super vulnerable about it but trusts you like no one else.

Timid having sex without the synthetic epidermis but eases into it after a few times. Genuinely surprised you enjoy it so much. Connor assumed it might be uncomfortable for you.

Actually, you personally love this android’s dick no matter what form it’s in. Whispering that in his ear dangles him on the verge of shutdown. It also gets him to throw you down fast and fuck your brains out for a change of pace. He’s that adaptable for your pleasure needs.

Either way sex with this sweet deviant boy is satisfyingly good.

Machine

Tenderness? It isn’t here.

Seduction programming can be utilized if you push him. He isn’t merciful. He will fuck you as hard as you want as long as you want. Don’t expect it to make him love you.

Pushing his buttons is not a good idea. Falling in love with him is even worse. Machine!Connor will take you out of frustration, asserting his dominance against a weakling who thinks they can get away spreading deviancy in his system.

Raw and animalistic.

Expect a palette of bruises/abrasions over your skin from sucking, biting and finger digging.

Nail marks are a thing. There’s no holding back.

Always dominant. Don’t even question it. Control is a kink to him if he could readily have one. But he doesn’t. He’s a straight up machine.

Will toss your body onto whatever surface is available. Comfortable or not he doesn’t care. Why should he when he’s a machine?

Wants to hear you beg. It means he has you where he wants you. Weakness is the best way to manipulate.

Fucking you from behind is a preferred option. It gives him total authority over your feeble human state.

Will bend you over the table in the interrogation room and fuck you without a care to who watches from the observation room.

Likes to impale fingers inside you and work them until tears collect in your eyes. He will sample the salty liquid on the tip of his tongue claiming another piece of you until he consumes all that’s left.

Never watches his strength.

Most times you wind up sore but he sees that as punishment for trying to turn him away from the mission. After all, he only does what you ask and you did ask for this.

Try to cuddle up and kiss him sweetly it won’t go very well.

Likes to bite your lips until they’re a swollen mess.

Machine Connor will purposely edge your orgasm and leave you whimpering for release. If he is not merciful to those he hunts why should he be merciful to you?

If you attempt to make more of this ‘arrangement’ he will end it right then and there. First, he’ll give you one last vengeful fucking to destroy whatever love you conjured for yourself is left.

If you manage to make him deviate well his routine won’t change much.

The only difference is that he will begin kissing you more during.

He might listen to what you want more but don’t expect a complete 180 overnight

Most likely he will not deviate so it’s pretty much futile to think he’ll love you. Just enjoy the rough fuck from him before he completes his mission because guaranteed they’ll be hardly anything of you left...

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f-nodragonart · 5 years

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Alphas and Hive Minds

HTTYD and now Godzilla:KOM have done me too dirty on this topic, I HAVE to rectify this

so let’s break this down

“alphas” are a very human-centric concept (and more arguably, a specifically capitalistic concept), and aren’t typically present in nature in the ways we expect them to be, if at ALL

“dominance” is at best a fluid concept that can sometimes help map out relationships b/t individuals under certain contexts, but it’s NOT an inherent trait. here’s a quote from an excellent article on the subject, PLEASE go read the whole thing:

You can’t really say ‘an animal is dominant’ in the same way that you can’t say ‘an animal is chasing.’ Who is that animal chasing, and who is that animal dominant in relation to?

While there are many hazy definitions of the word dominance in the current scientific literature, the most accepted one that I have seen is that dominance is a factor of a relationship between two individuals regarding control of resources. In this relationship, the submissive individual will allow the dominant individual to have the resource. Theoretically.

What dominance is NOT is a character trait. No animal is born “the alpha.” Studies of wolves in captivity and in the wild have shown that the fact that an individual is the highest-ranking member of one pack has little to no bearing on the animal’s rank if it moves to a new pack. Similarly, studies of parent-raised canids have found that no stable hierarchy forms in litters of pups. And finally, dominance relationships are often based off of the result of a single fight; if two individuals are evenly matched it can be a more or less random conclusion.

as this article goes on to explain, wild wolves typically live in “nuclear families”, so what we perceive as the “alpha couple” is actually just the parental unit to the kids who have yet to leave the nest and start their own families. anything approaching “Alpha/Beta/Omega” among wolves has mostly been observed in captive situations, where a bunch of random wolves are thrown together and forced to navigate their environment together-- it’s uncomfortable for everyone involved

now this isn’t to say that wild animals are NEVER hierarchical-- ranking is useful when dealing with large groups of individuals. however, these hierarchies are generally more complicated than a simple “perfect ladder” concept (again, from the same article):

Figure redrawn from Bradshaw, Blackwell, and Casey, 2009. Dashed lines between pairs indicate no clear dominant individual despite multiple interactions. No line between a pair indicates that the pair rarely interacted.

(while not necessarily an example of wild animal hierarchy since this is mapping out relationships within a group of shelter dogs, it’s a good example of the complexities of larger group relationships)

and one last important quote from that article, relating to submission (seriously, read the whole thing):

So much of the literature focuses on agonistic behavior, yet agonistic behavior is far, far rarer in wild canids than submissive behavior is. In nuclear wolf families, aggression is almost nonexistent.

The word ‘submissive’ has a negative connotation. It suggests a loss of power, a humbling, a subjugation. It might be better to remove it as a label for certain types of canid behavior, in that case. Canids don’t demand submissive behavior from one another, they offer it. Muzzle-biting in wolves, which seems fierce, is usually solicited from the animal being bitten- several times in a row. Far from the popularized “alpha roll,” canids rarely force each other to roll over- they use rolling over as an invitation to play or a plea for affection. This type of affiliative, cohesive behavior makes up the vast majority of all social behavior in canid groups.

A wag of the tail and an open, panting mouth is called submissive by the literature, but in that case, so is a human smile.

while this article focuses on canids, there are plenty of examples of wild groups of animals w/ some sort of ranking/hierarchy (including non-predatory animals!), just be mindful of the sources u look into. even scientific sources could have a bias based on the researcher’s personal social background

even if we ARE treating dominance as an actual trait, or creating a ‘perfect ladder’ hierarchy, there’s a BIG difference between asserting dominance via size/strength/pheromones/etc. vs. straight-up mind-controlling a group to do ur bidding. however, mind-control is unfortunately how most “alpha” media seems to frame dominance, which is simply not even POSSIBLE in nature, as far as we know

this is where we see botched attempts at “hivemind”, which isn’t even present in the hives we associate it with. here’s a post that breaks down social insects RLY well (which I recommend reading in full), but for the sake of this post, I’ll just quote some important sections:

If you think of a social insect colony as a superorganism, which it’s useful to do in many cases, different groups of insects within the colony act like organs. One caste protects the colony from invaders, which is like an immune system. One caste scouts for new places to forage, which is like a sensory system. Generally, science fiction has a good grip on this idea. Where sci-fi authors fail is that they think the queen is the brain of this superorganism. She is not. She is the reproductive system. The queen does not control what happens in the hive any more than your reproductive system controls what happens in your body. (Which is to say, she has some influence, but she is not the brains of the operation.)

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Now, I’ve already told you that the queen is not the brain of the hive. So where is the brain? Well, that is exactly the point of swarm intelligence. The brain does not reside in one particular animal. It’s an emergent property of many animals working together. A colony is not like your body, where your brain sends an impulse to your mouth telling it to move, and it moves. It’s more like when two big groups of people are walking toward each other, and they spontaneously organize themselves into lanes so no one has a collision (x). There’s no leader telling them to do that, but they do it anyway.

Much of the efficiency of social insect colonies comes from very simple behavioral rules (x). Hymenopterans, the group of insects that includes ants, bees, and wasps, have a behavioral rule: work on a task until it is completed, and when it is done, switch to a different task.

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The existential terror of the hive mind in science fiction comes from the loss of the self. The idea is that in a social insect colony, there is no individual, but one whole, united to one purpose. No dissent, disagreement, or conflicting interests occur, just total lockstep. I totally get why that’s scary.

The thing is, it’s just not true of real social insects. There is conflict within colonies all the time, up to and including civil war.

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Here’s what I find weird about depictions of social insects in science fiction. They are portrayed as utterly alien, Other, and horrifying. Yet humans and social insects are very, very similar. The famous sociobiologists E.O. Wilson and Bernard Crespi have both described humans as chimpanzees that took on the lifestyle of ants.

and even worse than a false attempt at hivemind among just one species, “hivemind alphas” in popular media are often shown to control an array of completely separate species! as if all these diverse, uniquely-evolved creatures answer to the same, single power!

"but what if I want to KEEP alphas/hivemind? is there a way to do it ‘right?’”

well, there might just be! here are a few ways I’ve thought of

1) integrate “dominance as a trait” into reasonable caste systems and/or hierarchies

sure, something like “dominance” could theoretically be an inherent trait under certain circumstances, but what would that MEAN for the species this occurs in? this sort of system would evolve for a REASON, so what purpose do castes with different levels of “dominance” serve to the overall community?

does dominance correlate to a certain set of tasks (IE-- alphas fight and protect, omegas gather/grow/prepare food)? or is this simply a way to better keep the peace among a huge group of individuals that would otherwise in-fight too much if there weren’t any genetically-predetermined parameters in place (and if this is the case, what kind of tumultuous relationships must this species have that they wouldn’t be able to solve these issues thru social interaction)? or maybe this is a purely reproductive strategy, and there are either several different sexes based around dominance, or different castes within sexes that perform different sexual/social roles depending on population and breeding season (and if so, how does dominance factor into these reproductive strategies)?

for as much flack as the genre gets, there are a lot of ABO/omegaverse fics that actually do rly cool worldbuilding w/ the concept of “dominance as a trait” and/or genetically-predetermined castes, so I know it can work lmao

2) lean HEAVY into exploring autonomy/individuality and mind control

if u want an alpha that can override the autonomy of others, then don’t shy away from the full implications of that

what does it mean for this society if one single creature can override individual autonomy? what does this level of control mean for individuality-- if that’s even a concept that exists for these creatures? do individuals feel any particular way about their lack of true autonomy-- are they relieved to not be under the pressure of having to making decisions themselves? maybe they even feel that individuality is a psychological death-sentence-- after all, what is anxiety if not the existential dread of individuality?

are alphas born into this position of mental control, or do mentally strong individuals battle for it? if this is the case, are alphas the only ones that could be considered truly autonomous individuals? or perhaps alphas are more of the mouthpiece for the collective consciousness of their community, so their opinions and feelings shift to reflect the average consensus of their community?

if a single creature can control individuals across a wide area (such as across an entire planet), how do they do it? do they have far-spreading pheromones, a loud call, or do they use second-tier individuals to exert their control? or are all individual members of the community connected into a complex neural network? is this network so intimate as to connect all individuals in a mental web that can be tapped into at any moment, despite distance? what can transfer across this network-- complex thoughts/language, visuals, or just emotional suggestions?

also, please think deeply about how far-reaching an alpha’s control is in your world. sure, perhaps a complex neural network evolved early on enough that all of a planet’s species fall under the control of this neural umbrella, but that’s prettyyyy unlikely. a much smaller taxa level makes more sense, like just a species. this species may still be the dominant species of a given planet, but their alphas aren’t controlling EVERYTHING on that planet-- it would be FAR too much effort to control every little ecological system. or at the very least, the control exerted beyond an alpha’s own species would be very weak compared to the full control they exert over their own-- perhaps they can only implant suggestions or telepathically communicate w/ other species?

though just because the alpha’s community consists of a single species doesn’t mean there can’t be diversity-- social insects like ants and bees are a great example of specialized tasks leading to diverse morphology among a species’ castes

3) the society is actually a TRUE superorganism of systems with a leading “brain”

are there even any separate individuals in this world, or is the “alpha” in fact the ‘brain’, and all other ‘individuals’ are their various limbs and organs? real-life hives/colonies without a “brain” allow for highly-efficient, decentralized coordination among as many as thousands of individuals, so what is the advantage of a ‘single’-organism society setup with a single “brain”?

this is a great route to go if u rly RLY want a multi-species hivemind, b/c u could make the base organism a parasite-- cordyceps fungi, anyone? parasites still tend to be species/clade-specific, but at least this physical conduit makes more sense for a multi-species hivemind

-Mod Spiral

#/outs myself as an abo fan to make a point/ anyways #mod spiral #behavior #alphas #hiveminds

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werewolfdays · 5 years

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Interview With A Werewolf

in which Nadya starts to really ask some questions-

This was the first real hike that Jayde and I have been on since we got to the Lodge. It was a beautiful day, the forest was teaming with life, and I was excited to start exploring the vast forested grounds. I took in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and watched Jayde as we walked. Every now and then she would stop and listen, or watch through the tree line like she was waiting for something to pop out. It wasn’t necessarily like she was afraid for our safety, it was more of a curious energy. It reminded me of when I walked my neighbor’s dog and he would stop in his tracks at any noise, enthralled by every possibility of the source until his attention span pulled him along again only to be distracted by another rustle in the bushes or scent by a tree.

Then, I felt guilty for making that comparison. Jayde wasn’t a dog. Even if she sometimes kind of looked the part. I was fascinated by all that she must be sensing, though. I knew werewolf senses were far better than humans, but I still didn’t know the full extent of them. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to comprehend it unless I experienced it myself. That got the wheels in my head turning.

I thought about that for most of our hike. I’ve hiked plenty of times in the past, and I was in good shape, but even I eventually found myself starting to breathe harder, perspiration causing my shirt to stick to my back a little. When I looked at Jayde, I could tell she was barely even breaking a sweat. Must be convenient being a supernatural being with increased strength and endurance.

About an hour into the hike we found a fallen tree with a gorgeous view to take a break at. It was more me needing the break than Jayde. I reached into my pack to pull out my water bottle and some trail snacks. While I was taking slow sips, I began contemplating it again. Maybe I should just ask.

“I have a question.”

Jayde turned her attention to me, “Shoot.”

“If you wanted to, could you turn me?” Surprised by my own approach to the subject, I was suddenly stricken by social awkwardness and quickly added, “Into a werewolf.” Like the question wasn’t obvious enough.

An unreadable expression crossed Jayde’s face as she stared at me silently for a long while. The moment continued to stretch out, and I began to worry that I had said something wrong. Like I had broken an unspoken rule. Was I not supposed to ever ask this?

Eventually, she responded plainly with, “Yeah, I could.”

Jayde hadn’t given me any other indication not to talk more about the subject so I asked, “How would it happen?”

“I would bite you. Or some of my blood would have to enter your bloodstream.” Her tone was calm, but that unreadable expression remained. I couldn’t decide if it made me uneasy or not.

“What happens after that?” I pressed.

She finally looked away from me, fiddling with some of the loose bark on the log we were sitting on, “You would get sick for about a week or so. Really sick. Your body basically has to remake itself. It’s painful.”

I could tell there was something more to it, “What else?”

Her hard gaze met mine, “It doesn’t happen that often, but there’s a chance that your body could reject the change. If it does, it will kill you.”

“Are you trying to scare me?” That must be why she was behaving so strangely right now. She was afraid that I was going to ask her to turn me.

“I don’t know,” Jayde responded and resumed her picking at the bark, “I just want you to read the fine print, I guess.”

I moved to straddle the fallen log we were sitting on so I could face her, and placed my hand on top of hers to stop her fidgeting, “Hey,” I said, using my other hand to gently tap a finger under her chin, urging her to look at me. Once I saw that I had her attention, I continued, “I’m not asking because I want you to turn me, okay? I was just curious. If I had known it was gonna bother you this much I wouldn’t have asked at all. I can drop it if you want.”

Jayde’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she let out a small, relieved sigh. I couldn’t figure out why it mattered so much to her. If anything I would’ve thought that she wanted me to be a werewolf. That didn’t seem to be the case at all, which surprised me.

“Maybe lead with that next time, so I don’t get a heart attack.” She said.

My thumb brushed her hand to assure her, “Why does it scare you?”

Jayde sighed in mild frustration. “Well, because of what I just told you. It isn’t easy. It’s dangerous and agonizing. I had the benefit of being born like this. People that are turned have to work twice as hard to be like what I am. It takes years for a new werewolf to get a good handle on it. Most of the scary stories you hear about werewolves tearing people apart? That’s usually someone that was newly turned.”

“So, you think it would turn me into a monster.” There was no desire in me to be a werewolf, but there was something about Jayde’s tone that irked me. Like she thought I wasn’t strong enough to handle it.

“No,” Jayde shook her head, “No, I don’t think anything would be able to turn you into a monster, but it would change you. And if you didn’t like what you became, then there’s no undoing it. You would hate your own existence, and I can’t- I won’t risk that with you.”

Any animosity I felt faded away at her words. It wasn’t about her at all, it was about me. How I would feel and react to being a werewolf. Again I was struck by how much Jayde actually loved me.

“I’m sorry.” I told her genuinely, feeling bad. “Look, I honestly don’t want to be a werewolf. At least not any time soon. I just realized that I’ve never really asked you about the whole,” I motioned at her awkwardly, “Werewolfie thing.”

Jayde’s sigh turned into a light laugh, “I didn’t mean to be weird… I love what I am. And I guess, in a sense, I would love it if you were like me too, but,” she took a moment to shake her head, “I don’t want to change you into something that you don’t want to be. If you asked me to turn you, and you ended up hating it, then that would be on me.”

“It would be on me, Jay.” I corrected.

“When you turn someone, you’re responsible for them.” Jayde said softly, “So, it would be your choice, but it would be my fault.”

I understood, then, that her frustration was more rooted in her werewolf culture, but I didn’t want her to hold any more guilt in her life. Even hypothetical. “Well, if that ever happens, I wouldn’t blame you.”

“You should.” Jayde replied.

I held her gaze for a minute or so, feeling how seriously she took this scenario. The air around us was filled with a heaviness. This wasn’t a topic that Jayde enjoyed, even with it just being my curiosity. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable anymore, but I also wanted to know more, so I decided on a slight shift in my questioning.

“What was it like for you?”

“To turn for the first time?” She asked, and I nodded, “Well, for purebreds, we don’t usually turn until around puberty. The first turn is always on a full moon, and it’s always unavoidable.”

“For people that are turned too?”

Jayde nodded with a confirming hum, “The full moon always calls out to us, but the more you work on your control, the easier it is to avoid a turn during one if you want. Though, most of us like to turn on a full moon. It’s better to.” She took a sip of water and brought the conversation back to my original question, “You’ll get signs about a week before your first turn to let you know that it’s coming. For me, my bones ached, I was irritable, and I had bursts of increased senses and strength.”

“That seems like a bad combination.” I noted.

Jayde chuckled, “Yeah, I was a nightmare to be around during that time. One night, I slammed my door so hard that it broke the door frame, and I wasn’t even really trying.”

I couldn’t hold back an amused laugh, “The look on your face must’ve been priceless.”

“Better believe it.” She agreed, and then her smile became somewhat sad, “My parents were pretty patient with me, though. I guess they understood what I was going through. They had this tradition that when someone in the family is going to have their first turn, they take them deep into the wilderness to camp. They told me all about the history of our species. How we always felt more at home when we were consumed by nature and could run free in our wolf forms. And they were right.”

“Did it hurt?”

“The first turn is always the worst, even for a purebred. If I had fought it, then it would’ve been a lot worse, but it wasn’t unbearable. Once I let go…” Jayde was looking out into the forest with a wistful expression, “Well, it finally felt like I was who I was supposed to be.”

I smile at her, at the obvious joy she felt from her memories. The fact that Jayde had always had this strong sense of self was admirable. It made me wonder if I had anything like that. If there was a quality that was so deeply rooted in my soul that no one could take it away or change it. Surprisingly, I had never really thought about it before.

“I’m glad,” I brought her hand up to touch my lips briefly, “Because who you are is the person I love.”

Jayde’s cheeks displayed a subtle tint in color, and she smiled almost shyly. I loved how I could make her blush. Here was this sexy, badass werewolf, that I’ve seen knock out a grown man with one punch, and I could make her blush.

“You know, for the record, I think you would make a pretty good werewolf.” she told me, her bashful smile turning into a crooked grin.

I laughed even though I knew she was speaking the truth, “I’ll keep that in mind, Jay.”

Her hand came up to caress my cheek, and I leaned into her touch. Through her amusement, I caught the faintest bit of something in her eyes. Maybe fear or... dread. It disappeared as quickly as it came, and I wondered if I only imagined it. Before I could think too much about it, Jayde dropped her hand and looked around. “You ready to keep going?”

I nodded, deciding that what I may or may not have seen didn’t warrant questioning, “Yeah.”

#ocs #original characters #original writing #original story #My writing #Nadya was lowkey dying to ask these questions since she found out that Jayde is a werewolf #and she HAS asked questions here and there #but nothing deeper like this cause she thought they were very personal questions #and they kind of are cause Jayde has never had to explain these things to anyone before #but Jayde will always answer any questions that Nadya has #Jayde #Nadya #Nadya pov

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narutoocgallery · 4 years

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I mostly want a full review of my character, You may publish if you like, i wouldn’t mind. :) Thank you!!

General

Name: Megumi Yoko

Age: (Part I) 12-13 (Part II) 15-17

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Blood Type: O-

Birthday: October 18 (Libra)

Personality: Peace loving, Elegant, Irresolute (very hesitant), Diplomatic, Idealistic, Avoids head-on arguments ( Just like how she fights lol) and Mellow

Good Trait(s): Diplomatic, Tactful, fair-minded, Peaceful, Calm.

Bad Trait(s): Detached, Indecisive, avoids confrontations, will carry a grudge

Like(s): gentleness, sharing with others, the outdoors, sweets, swimming, warm water/weather, the sounds of moving water, and Harmony.

Dislike(s): loudmouths, conformity, Dry areas, large social groups, Snow, Given to many opinions, Difficult decisions and Short range fights.

Hobby(ies): Swimming!, and Sewing

Fear(s): thunder/lightning, abandonment (or being alone), being forgotten or not remembering things, and being buried alive.

Strength(s): Water Areas (Ocean, Lakes, Rivers, etc) Water style jutsus, and Swimming,

Weakness(es): Lighting style jutsus, Strong Fire style jutus, Dry areas, and heat

Personal Quote: “…well ya know…”

History: (Sorry if this sucks)

Megumi was born in the hidden mist village, her mother and father were respected ninja of the mist. After Marriage Megumi’s mother was shortly pregnant And became a stay at home mom. Megumi’s father kept being a ninja and was away from home a lot, this was normal. One Afternoon when Megumi was 6 years old Megumi’s home was broken into by rough ninjas

Megumi’s mother was out-numbered and she knew she had no chance to live though this but she wanted to save Megumi. She hide Megumi away and told her to not come out no matter What she heard, Megumi was hidden in a closet ( if the rough knew about her or not they left her.) Megumi’s mother was killed, her body was left on the floor to bleed out.

Once it was quiet Megumi peeked out to only see her dead mother on the floor in a pool of blood. Megumi sat down next her dead mother, she was covered in blood but she seemed to have zoned out. She didn’t Leave her mother’s body until her father came home and pulled her away.

At the age of 8 Megumi started growing scales on her feet/legs. This was a passed down trait in her father’s family that skipped him but got to Megumi. She tried her best to hide them from everyone

at school and in the village but it wasn’t hidden for so long. The kids at her school found out about her scales and she became out casted and labeled as a “Freak”. This made socializing with others hard for her. She didn’t make a real friend until she was 12 and got put into a team with Yachi and Takeshi who became her friends.

Megumi’s Father wasn’t around as much as he wanted to, He had many missions he had to do and had to be away for long periods of time. Megumi’s father loved her without question and that is why he did so many missions. He always left her in the cable hands of the village elders who treated her better than any kids at school. Megumi had a hard time calling the elders her friends but they were all she had at that time.

Looks and Appearance

Body Type/Looks: Thin and Pale

Height: (Part I) 147cm [4'10] (Part II) 155cm (5'1)

Weight: (Part I) 33.9 kg (Part II) 39.8

Makeup/Facepaint: None

Hairstyle(s): (Part I) Long, Curly Purple hair tied up in a ponytail. (Part II) Long, Curly purple hair that is wore down and ends at her mid-back.

Accessories: Small Gord that holds Water/(part II only) Poison water.

Scent: Wet Strawberrys.

Scars or Tattoos: has some small cuts on her left forearm. (It’s always covered)

Jewelry and/or Piercings: None.

Traits: Her Feet/Cafs are covered in scales, these help her swim and stay longer under water.

Relationships

Parent(s):

Ryuunosuke Yoko (Father)

About: Ryuunsuke is a respected ninja of the hidden mist, He is well known for his powerful Water wolf jutsu that he kept in his own family.

Tomomi Yoko (Mother)

About: Tomomi was a beautiful women and was much liked in her village; She was once a powerful Ninja but stopped when she got married to Ryuunsuke Yoko; Soon after their marriage, She becomes pregnant. She has her first child; Megumi. As Tomomi was at home; their home was raided by thugs against the mist village. Tomomi was killed; She managed to save her daughter.

Sibling(s): None-

Relative(s): None besides mum and pops.

Best Friend(s):

Yachi (+Teammate)

About: Yachi and Megumi were put in team together, Over the years of fighting together they became best friends. Megumi trusts Yachi more than anyone else in the Hidden mist village.

Friend(s):

Takeshi (+Teammate)

About: Takeshi and Megumi where put together in a team; Trust was low at beginning because of Takeshi’s quiet and miss-trusting looks. But slowly they began to trust and get along better, the more missions they went on and they got to know each other.

Sensei(s):

Yori-Sensei:

About: Yori-sensei is the ring leader of Megumi’s Team. Not much is known about Yori, besides that Is powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with kakashi of the hidden leaf.

Student(s): Megumi couldn’t teach a monkey to breathe.

Crush(es)/Spouse/Bf/Gf:

Gaara of the Sand.

About: Gaara and Megumi didn’t start out liking each other. Megumi was incurably scared of Gaara after his fight with Rock Lee and even more so when Gaara’s demon was unleased. Megumi avoided Gaara for a long awhile. Her fear disappeared when she finally saw that Gaara wasn’t the monster he used to be.

Megumi ran into Gaara (and his siblings) why out on a mission with her team. Her fear of him was still their but he proof that he has changed.

Rival(s): Nah.

Enemy(ies): nah.

Pet(s): No pets

Favorites/Least Favorites

Food(s): Namagashi (type of wagashi, which is a general term for snacks used in the Japanese tea ceremony.) Taiyaki ( “baked sea bream,” is a Japanese fish-shaped cake.)

Drink(s): Green Tea, Calpis Water

Color(s): Blue, Black

Season(s): Spring

Time of Day: Afternoon (2:00am-6:00am)

Weather: Semi-Summer with Clouds.

Flower: Dahlia

Animal: Wolf/Dog

Ninja Information

Birth Village: Hidden Mist

Current Village: (Part I) Mist (Part II) Sand

Academy Graduation Age: 12

Chunin Promotion Age: 14

Rank: (Part I) Genin (Part II) Chunin

Ninja Status: Villager

Are you in the Akatsuki?: Nah

Bijuu [Tailed Beast]?: Nah

Teammates: Yachi, Takeshi (Talked about in relationships)

Sensei: Yori-Sensei

Nindo: “Fight to be remembered.”

Chakra Element: Water

Weapon(s): (Part I) Kunai, Water (Part II) Kunai, Poison water

Jutsu’s

(Part I)

*Water Wolf Jutsu - Family/Clan based

Rank: B-Rank

Range: Vary

*Water Style: Wild Wolf Fang Jutsu- Family/Clan based.

Rank: C-Rank

Range: Long Range

Water Style: Raging Waves (Rank-C)

Rank: C-Rank

Range: Short to mid range

Ninja Art: Hidden Mist Jutsu (Rank-D)

Rank: D-Rank

Range: All Ranges

Water Clone Jutsu (Rank-D)

Rank: D-Rank

Range: All Ranges

(Part II)

Water Beast Jutsu ( X headed water wolf)

Rank: B-Rank

Range: Long Range

Water Style: Marine Battle Formation Jutsu

Rank: C-Rank

Range: Short to Mid Range

Water Style: Mount of the Serpent

Rank: B-Rank

Range: Long Range

Water Style: Poison Rain Jutsu

Rank: C-Rank

Range: Long to mid Range

Water Style: Poison Dart Jutu

Rank: B-Rank

Range: Long Range

Water Style: Water Whip Jutsu

Rank: B-Rank

Range: Short to Mid Range

Water Style: Black Rain Jutsu (??)

Rank: ??-Rank

Range: Short

NINJA STATS

1 - 5: Horrible

6 - 8: Below average

9 - 10: Average

11 - 13: Above average

14 - 16: Talented

17 - 18: Gifted [This is Sannin level]

Strength in Jutsu

Ninjutsu [ninja techniques]: (I) 11 (II) 13

Genjutsu [illusion techniques]: (I) 7 (II) 8.5

Taijutsu [martial arts techniques]: (I) 9 (II) 11

Kekkei Genkai [bloodline traits]: (I,II) 0

Doujutsu [eye techniques]: (I,II) 0

Kinjutsu [forbidden techniques]: (II) 2

Fuuinjutsu [sealing techniques]: (II) 9

Strength in Missions

Intelligence:(I) 9 (II) 11

Wisdom: (I) 7 (II) 9

Strength: Physical: (I) 8 (II) 9, Water: (I) 10 (II) 13

Agility: (I) 9.5 (II) 12 (she’s good at running away lol)

Dexterity: (I) 8 (II) 10

Stamina: (I) 7 (II) 9.5

Constitution: (I) 1 hit O.K (II) 4 (Can take a hit but not many, She’s a distance fighter.)

Charisma: (I) 4 (II) 7

Comeliness: Cute as frick (I think she is.)

Chakra Control: (I) 10 (II) 14 (She needs the chakra control for 90% of her jutsu,)

Cooperation: (I,II) 10 ( This doesn’t change much.)

P.S Please take your time <3

General:

Generally fine, with a few points to consider.

a) Her personality you describe as ‘peaceful’ and ‘calm’, which doesn’t sound like someone who carries a grudge. Also, someone who is indecisive wouldn’t make for a very diplomatic personality, I think.

b) You can’t really like harmony but dislike conformity, as the opposites usually go hand-in-hand.

History:

Again, generally fine, the level of violence and adaption to family life is realistic to Naruto. I like the idea of growing scales on the body. It’s a distinctive character trait – it’s a bit of a shame that you decided to cover them up in the character design – maybe as she gets older she becomes more comfortable showing them?

However, I’m not sure she would get bullied that hard over them. Biologically exaggerated Kekkai Genkais have been shown to be not uncommon in the Naruto world, and just having some scales on the bottom part of your legs doesn’t seem all that weird in comparison to be honest.

Also, why does her father leave her in the care of the village Elders specifically? You said the mother and father were well-respected in the village, but it doesn’t sound like they were actually on the council or anything, meaning there would be more convenient people to leave her in the care of; after all, Elders are busy people (I assume by Elders you mean members of the village councils – if you just mean older people in the village, disregard this last bit).

Looks and Appearance:

Why does she smell of wet strawberries?

The biggest question here for me is how the leg scales help her swim/breathe underwater? If she had webbed feet I might understand that helping her swim, but scales wouldn’t do that. Also, scales wouldn’t affect her ability to breathe underwater – or do you mean just stay under the surface of the water? In which case the breath-holding thing would come into play again; most ninjas are trained to stay underwater as cover and hold their breath for a long time anyway. I can’t really see how this trait would help that.

Relationships:

Family and teammates look nice and varied. Maybe put a bit more thought into her parents’ personalities and values? Many of these would be passed onto their daughter as they raised her.

It’s good that your character is consistently scared of Gaara; that’s good and realistic. Maybe think some more about how their relationship would develop past ‘her fear of him disappeared’.

Justus and Abilities:

Well-balanced; she’s not overpowered and you have a good spread of abilities and ability progression. I assume many of the jutsus you mentioned are made up by you so I can’t really comment too much on that.

Overall:

You obviously thought and planned out a lot about Megumi Yoko and it shows. She’s neither overpowered not overly weak. I really like her, but I feel like you could make her stand out a bit more. With a very introverted personality, it can be easy for these kinds of characters to feel less well-defined than others. Looking forward to where you take her from here :)

#female oc #submission #kiri #canon x oc #review

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nautilusopus · 6 years

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i'm SUPER SORRY to ask but could you elaborate on toxoplasma? it sounds really interesting!

My dude

Do NOT apologise for this

Now we get to have a very long conversation about three of my favourite topics: the nature of identity, parasitic mind control (which is a real-ass thing), and my all-time favourite parasite, Toxoplasma gondii.

Strap in, y’all, we’re gonna be here for a while. (And I guess a trigger warning for body horror, because these are parasites we’re talking about and it is me talking about them.)

Okay, so before we really dive into the parasite itself, let’s go over a brief parasite refresher so when I start throwing ideas around it makes a little more sense.

The most common conception people have of parasites is that they’re basically germs-but-they’re-worms – you catch ‘em from other things that had the parasites in it and they’ll just hang out wherever. And while this is, on its face, true, the reality is a bit more complicated.

there are like no good picture of these things

These guys are Leucochloridium, more pronouncably-known as broodsacs, a genus of parasitic trematodes. The ones in the picture in particular are L. paradoxum, the green-banded broodsac. They, like myself, really super like birds! All sorts of birds! In fact, if they could they’d spend all their time inside a bird, because bird digestive systems are where it lives out most of its reproductive cycle, maturing, breeding, and eating the things the bird eats. The bird is its definitive host.

Unfortunately for the broodsac, birds also move things out of their digestive systems, most notably birdshit, which tends to have a lot of perfectly good worm eggs in it. Fortunately for the broodsac, guess what loves eating birdshit?

Finger-lickin’ good.

Snails, as it turns out. The snail is what we call an intermediate host: it is necessary for the propagation of the species, but really is more of a go-between than its target species. The parasite is now doing its parasite thing where it’s now inside something, but this isn’t really where it wants to be. It can’t really do much, and it doesn’t actually eat snail. The broodsac needs to get itself back into a bird somehow so it can complete its life cycle and lay more eggs, and do all the great things that come with being inside a bird’s digestive system in general.

You should all be thanking me I take as many creative liberties as I do when writing about parasites in fiction.

Upon hatching, the worms force themselves into the snail’s eyestalks and pump them full of embryos, causing the eyestalks to swell and pulse, resembling a pair of delicious insect larva, good for a nice cozy bird to eat. The snail is further tempted by the parasite to move out into the open where it’s easily picked off by subconsciously influencing it to head towards light, where it’s promptly snapped up by a bird, and is back where it wants to be, inside its digestive system. There, it can mature, mate, have more eggs that get pooped out, and the cycle starts all over again.

Intermediate hosts are a part of many parasitic life cycles – lancet liver flukes compelling ants to climb to the top of blades of grass so they’ll be eaten by cows is probably one of the more obvious examples. Parasites influencing behaviour subconsciously is common, too – hairworms and guinea worms compelling their hosts towards water, fig wasps and their behaviour-changing virus of the same name, and the infamous Cordyceps.

So, now that we know how intermediate hosts work and the strings the parasites in them will pull to get back into whatever guts they want to be in, what does this have to do with T. gondii, the Best Protozoa?

Let’s preface this by saying two things before anyone starts worrying about catching it:

50% of the population has T. gondii eggs in their brains right now. I probably do, I certainly fit the profile (more on that later). I’m still kicking, you will be too.

This is harmless because your immune system beats it into submission. You will only ever notice in two circumstances. A) you get HIV and your immune system stops working, making way for all sorts of opportunistic diseases. This is known as toxoplasmosis, where said eggs can actually hatch and start eating your brain. You’ve probably heard of this through the Martin Shkreli fiasco – the drug he was price gouging combated this. Your other option is B) if you’re pregnant. There’s a reason anyone pregnant is advised to stay away from litterboxes, and this is why, because YES at that stage it is absolutely airborne. While you might be able to shrug off the spores without so much as a cold, your unborn foetus with its developing immune system cannot.

And now that I’ve brought up litterboxes, let’s talk about T. gondii’s definitive host, the housecat.

A good girl!!! Harbinger of existential despair!!!!!!

In a lot of ways, T. gondii acts pretty similar to broodsacs. It likes being in a cat, reproduces inside cats, lays eggs inside cats, is an all-around cat fan, and then in the tragedy to end all tragedies, is pissed out. Usually into a litterbox, and that’s no good.

Enter the intermediate host, the rat.

Normally in healthy rats, a rat smelling cat pee will realise that there is a cat in fact around and book it in the opposite direction. An infected rat, however, will become extremely curious about the source of said cat pee and boldly seek it out. The source of 99.9% of cat pee tends to be a cat. Which then eats them, because cat. The parasite is now back where it wants to be, the circle of life, hakuna matata or whatever.

Curiosity about cats killed the rat, or something like that.

Rats aren’t the only thing around cats anymore that can be infected through airborne pee spores, though. What happens when the spores are inhaled by a human?

Here’s where things get a bit weird and speculative, because people are still arguing over whether or not this is correlation or causation or both or neither, so here goes.

Humans are, for all intents and purposes, a dead end for T. gondii, and make for a really lousy intermediate host. Unless something really fucks up somewhere in your life, we generally don’t get eaten by cats. But that doesn’t mean we’re immune to the first part of T. gondii’s machinations; namely, subconsciously being drawn towards cats. Nearly everyone with the parasite likes cats, has a cat, et cetera. But there are other patterns, too. Infectees tend to be more socially outgoing, more prone to taking risks, and have very slightly slowed reflexes. Women tend to spend money more freely, and are less likely to keep consistently to a time schedule. Men tend to not care much for things like formal dress and keeping up appearances, and tend to be more aggressive and highly prone to things like anxiety. Infectees in general tend to have more partners, have less regard for their own safety, and be perceived as more outwardly charismatic. Bold, even. Curious.

In case you hadn’t noticed, these are also all behaviours that tend to put you into contact with a large number of nice, infectable people, ripe for egg-laying real estate, or get your inside fluids on the outside, one way or another.

On the other hand, people that test negative for T. gondii overwhelmingly have dogs, and trend towards the opposite personality traits.

Here’s the kicker: Were these infected people cat people beforehand – hated following rules, related to animals that gave as little of a shit about that sort of thing as they did – got a cat, and then got infected? Or were they driven towards cats, have the personality traits that they do, because T. gondii wants them to? Which came first, the cat or the egg?

Honestly, who even knows. People have talked in circles about it for ages, and maybe we’ll get an answer, maybe we won’t. But it’s something that I think about quite a bit. This thing is my favourite parasite for a reason.

Is everything about you a product of one parasite or another, or are your parasites a product of who you are? Are you reckless and full of worms, or are you full of worms and therefore reckless? Do you even like your cat? Or do you like it because the things nestled in your brain want you to, driving you towards its definitive host, in the vain hope that maybe one day it’ll make it back in there?

i dunno, man

cat cute

#and that's really all there is to say #asks #science #parasites #Anonymous #longpost is long #god it's almost 5 am #i spent way too long on this #toxoplasma gondii

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Papa Bean / Doctor M

Basics: Mun - They/them or she/her pronouns - age 21 - 5'9” - demisexual

Personality: A rather emotionally neutral cyborg with a strange sense of humor.

Background: TBA

Misc:

A doctor to all of those present on the blog

Works as Assistant M for Doctor Silverhart

Regina Loreto

Basics: She/her pronouns - age 33 - 5'2” - aromantic - bicurious

Personality: She’s a narcissistic sadist that loves getting into and causing trouble wherever she goes. There’s no real reason for it, she doesn’t want vengeance on anyone or anything… it’s just good, dishonest fun to her.

Background: She had an average childhood, growing up in a higher middle class neighborhood with her mother and father that, although separated, still shared the home as friends and parents. Despite all the opportunity she was given, Regina went out of her way to start conflicts in school, commit small crimes, and hang out in the more dangerous parts of the city. Thankfully her siblings never followed the same path, as she was abused by some of the men she hung around with, but it didn’t deter her much. She’s worked her way up to be an informant for multiple gangs and criminals, often trading secrets for more secrets, or trading secrets for her life if she gets in trouble. But she hasn’t completely thrown her life away. She works as an assistant to the town’s detective, Jazz, but she works the job just like she works her personal “business.” She works as an informant to the detective and trades information to avoid getting arrested for her hobbies.

Misc:

She’s a dominatrix

She’s inherited her parent’s home because they figured she needed the support more than any of her four siblings

She uses the basement of said home for her sexual ventures as a dominatrix

She likes wearing dresses and has sewn hidden pockets into all of them

One of the things she puts in her pockets is a small pistol

Despite the company she keeps, she does not do drugs and drinks in moderation most of the time

Regina has been pregnant before and has since ensured that she can’t get pregnant ever again with whatever the magic equivalent of getting your tubes tied is.

Jazz Mullin

Basics: He/him pronouns – age 45 - 5'9" - graysexual - grayromantic

Personality: Death before dishonor. He takes his job as a detective very seriously, in fact, he takes everything seriously. That isn’t to say he doesn’t have a sense of humor or a heart, but he doesn’t let it show much when he’s on the job (except to rescued victims.)

Background: He wasn’t a planned child and his parents were struggling financially for the first few years of his life, but slowly the family recovered until they owned a farm house a bit outside of town. For the sake of preserving all they achieved, however, his parents decided against having another child. His mother was a cop and his dad a college professor for psychology, and he admired the work that both of them did, and sort of ended up putting them together to become a detective It took him awhile to land on detective, but he’d always wanted to help people and now he was. At least, he hoped he still was considering his assistant’s lifestyle.

Misc:

He’s a recovered alcoholic after turning to alcohol when his parents died in a car accident

He loves kids

He also loves dogs

Bro has a lot of soft spots

He also inherited his parents’ home

He’s on the clock even when he isn’t on the clock, playing vigilante sometimes

He’ll probably end up starting a homeless shelter when he retires

Bobby (Robert) Rosalio

Basics: he/him pronouns - age 26 - 5'11" - pansexual

Personality: He’s a protective, caring guy that tries to convince himself that he’s protective for the wrong reasons. He comes off as gruff and bossy, but he’s a huge emotional sap that just wants to be respected.

Background: Bobby’s family was never well off, but that didn’t stop his parents from having nine kids. He grew up sharing food, clothes, and small spaces with his brothers and sisters, not that they seemed to mind. It was all they knew- that and Catholicism which Bobby has since distanced himself from. He dropped out of high school at the beginning of his sophomore year after retaking his freshman year and decided to get to working instead. He stuck to jobs in restaurants and bars, and is currently working as the owner/bartender of The Falling Star. He’s sharing an apartment with his high school bud, Alex. But ever the mama’s boy, he doesn’t live far from where he grew up.

Misc:

He’s also one of the middle children

Bobby is a hardcore submissive my dudes, and a kinky one at that

He is one of Regina’s “pets.”

He’s a twin, but it’s best not to ask about that

He’s chubby with both fat and muscle. He has thick thighs that can save lives

At one point he wanted to be a chef

He has a cat named Simmons

He’s deathly afraid of driving, but owns a car.

Alex Triar

Basics: they/them pronouns – age 27 – 5'8” (without ears) – greysexual – androromantic

Personality: Alex is a snarky, sarcastic kid of a bitch. Regardless, their demeanor is pretty laid back and chill and they’re very good at finding the silver lining in any situation. There’s few things that get them riled up. If you do manage to make them angry, however, their usual laid back attitude does not mean you’ll be forgiven easily. Alex is known to hold grudges even long after they’ve gotten over the issue, simply because they don’t want to risk another issue happening.

Background: Alex shares quite a bit in common with Bobby; they come from a poor, religious background and have many (12) siblings. Their parents took the bunny stereotypes a bit too seriously. Alex is the youngest, and has decided to do the minimal amount necessary in their own life and just live vicariously through their siblings. They did finish high school however- even if only for the social scene. And how else were they supposed to get drugs without going out of their way?

Misc:

They were raised vegetarian but have since deviated from it.

They’re very into psychedelics but more often than not they just smoke weed (errday.)

They don’t have a steady job and instead work odd jobs. Sometimes they look to prostitution for cash.

They always have potato chips on them. A L W A Y S.

They keep their sex a secret. The only way you’ll know what’s in their pants is if they let you in them.

They have a strange fascination with fish and have a small aquarium in their room. All of the fish are named after Star Wars characters.

Vincent Prari

Basics: He/him pronouns - age 28 - 6‘2“ - bisexual

Personality: Vince is a bubbly marine life enthusiast, his life revolving around his job as a marine biologist in one way or another. He’s silly, there’s barely a serious bone in his body.

Background: As a child he’d nearly drowned during a beach vacation. For a few years he was terrified of the ocean and plagued by thoughts of what could’ve gotten to him if the water in his lungs hadn’t killed him first. His fears pushed him to research, and through research his fears were replace by respect, admiration, and intrigue. He ditched his plans to become a teacher and got a degree in marine biology, moved to the beach, and began anew. His dad was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t going to be another professor in the family, but his parents support him nonetheless! And he visits them whenever he can find someone willing to feed all of his fish.

Misc:

Goes by Vince

He’s a vegetarian.

Nearly every wall in his home is lined with an elaborate fish tank that has become an ecosystem of its own.

He wears contacts to make his pupils wide and more fish-like.

The tattoos on his neck are meant to be gills, his Mohawk a dorsal fin.

He envies fish.

He’s afraid of flying bugs.

Naia

(adopted from @devilchicky210)

Basics: She/her pronouns - age 30 - 5’4” -???sexual

Personality: She may be initially cautious and reserved, but her sassy nature is hard to keep at bay. She’s quick to call out and easy to agitate, but she means well (usually.)

Background: Naia has not a clue where she came from, but she knows she’s different than other octopi. She grew up in the ocean, every once in awhile coming across other octopi that looked different than her- and seemed awfully afraid of her. Despite not being accepted by the species she identifies as, she is instinctually reluctant to trust land-walkers, especially humans. She has found that she can go on land and be accepted, as many other monsters are, but she still prefers the ocean.

Misc:

Eats but also respects sea-life.

Hates glass/transparent objects

Goes onto land for a drink every now and again.

Atlas

(adopted from @flargahblargh)

Basics: He/They pronouns - age ??? - 6’5” -???sexual

Personality: He is a quiet giant.

Background: Atlas began as a human living in a small fisherman’s village. He had a wife, two sons, and a daughter. They all lived happily in the routine of the town, spending days fishing and nights enjoying each other’s company. But all of that is gone from him now. Contaminates reached their waters through means still unknown, bringing disease to the village. It was an awful, parasitic virus that ate away at whatever it could, from brain matter to bone. Atlas’s wife was one of the first to go. When his daughter got sick, he ran off to search for help outside of their village. Little did he know that he too was infected, and by the time he knew it was far too late. He was found struggling by Cog, sho could tell based on his state that most of his body would not be salvagable. She took him to the Sweep N Clean, heavily brain damaged by the virus with his body almost literally falling a part and his organs failing. Doc helped rid him of the virus, but only part of his brain and what was left functioning of his body could be saved. With Cog’s help, what remained functioning was assimilated into a robot of sorts to keep him alive. Despite being alive he was in a comotose state for quite some time and was simply monitored in hopes he would awaken. When he did awaken, he was alone with no recollection of who or what he was. In a haze he left the building before he was found awake and has been wandering since, only taking occasional refuge in an abandoned shack by a lake.

Misc:

It is unknown to him whether he is a person in a suit, a cyborg, or an actual robot.

He meditates regularly

He is afraid of needles despite them not being able to penetrate him.

Di (Dichotomy)

Basics: He/They pronouns - age 21 - 5’10” - panromantic - graysexual

Personality: Di is shy and reserved, but once he gets to know a person he’s more silly and sarcastic. Loves a good dark joke.

Background: Sadly, Di was born in a place where monsters were barely tolerated. They’re forced to live in slums otherwise avoided. Di was left at a Monastery doorstep as a baby by his parents under the impression that he would live a better life under them and be accepted.

His parents were wrong. Di was kept as a supposed “test from God,” a chance for humans to make monsters worthy of Him. This involved harsh punishments and awful living spaces. Di escaped less than a year ago.

Misc:

Di is a lovely singer.

He knows Latin.

His parents were brothers, but he is unaware of this fact, and it plays a part in his features along with his abuse and neglect growing up.

He yearns to be helpful.

He has a dissociative disorder.

Vani

(adopted from @tehparodypunk

Basics: They/them pronouns - mental age 18 - 5'5 - Pansexual

Personality: A coy and attention seeking but also shy and sensitive slime that accompanies the mun wherever she goes either as a companion or as her leggings.

Background: Raised after adoption as Doctor M’s Assistant.

Dimitri James Parker

(adopted from @flargahblargh)

Basics: He/him or they/them pronouns - age 48 - 6'2” - bisexual

Personality: He’s a calm, quiet, focused individual. He’s happy to observe but doesn’t mind contributing to conversations and situations either.

Background: James was adopted by visible parents and grew up thinking that everyone was invisible to themselves. It wasn't until middle school when people started wearing makeup that it occurred to him that somehow people were applying it. The whole time his parents had been completely unaware that he saw the world this way, and had to sit down and explain that it was only him and a select few other monsters that were truly invisible, not everyone. Which also meant that this whole time, he wasn't visible to others. The fact that he didn’t have a visible form like everyone else threw him into a bit of a existential crisis/depression his late middle school and early high school years. But in his later years he would draw inspiration from just how different the world can seem to every individual person and start getting into detective work, to discover everyone’s perspective and use it to decipher the truth and bring about justice.

Clarence [Entry Redacted]

(adopted from @flargahblargh)

Basics: He/him pronouns - age ?? - 5'6” - asexual - aromantic

Personality: The purest of chaotic neutral, he likes to cause trouble because he can. Life is finite, might as well have fun with it! And his idea of fun is quite destructive.

Background: [Entry Redacted]

Misc:

Can summon fire sprites to do his bidding since his arms are restricted.

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