#But like there's so much fanfic with this guy being the absolutes 'alpha male' ever

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I mean

I'm not wrong?

[rpd-rookie]

I’ll Make An Agent Out Of You - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: From cute rookie to badass agent who can supplex the s*** out of you, there's sometimes only one step, or one woman. But what a woman.

Author’s Notes: This is  the first chapter from my new fanfic. It is about Post RE2 Leon and the beginning of his training in the US.STRAT.COM because we clearly don't know enough about it. Expect SMUT at some point (probably in the last chapter) and deep sexual tension. Hope you will like it. Again don't forget to reblog, like and give me your opinion. PS: if you end up singing ‘I'll make a man out of you’ after reading the title, it's not my fault.

Warning: For now, just language because the first chapter is merely an “introduction” 

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Leon had been left with no choice. Alone and locked in an interrogation room, the man who had introduced himself as Adam Benford had made sure that he would face down the ultimatum with no possibility of refusal or negotiation and he had made the terms very simple. Sherry’s safety against years serving the US government in the fight against Umbrella. A blackmail more than an offer, in Leon’s opinion.

And so here he was, a couple of weeks later or so, barely recovered from a gunshot wound and from the trauma he had experienced in Raccoon City, waiting in a meeting room of US.STRAT.COM headquarters, surrounded by a variety of highly qualified military men who were giving him the undeniable impression he didn’t belong here. After all, just a few days ago, he was still a rookie ready to start his first day in the force while now … well, he wasn’t sure who he was. Was he still a cop? Nothing at all? Or just some regular guy who had luckily survived a zombie apocalypse?  

“So, you’re the rookie from Raccoon.” Leon looked at the man sitting in the row in front of his who had just called him out. He was older that him, with a stern square face and scrutinizing narrow brown eyes, and judging by his uniform and the way he was proudly displaying the insignias on his chest, a seasoned Marine. “Is it true what the rumors say? You’ve seen those things?” You could tell there was a permanent condescendence in his deep husky voice that fitted his Alpha male persona. Leon didn’t like it at all. He had spent enough time at the academy being bossed around by that kind of asshole. But out of respect, and because he was a very patient and wise man despite his young age, he chose to remain polite. “That depends on what the rumor say, I guess”     The man unsurprisingly scoffed and looked up and down at Leon, clearly not impressed. “If a rookie like you survived, they must not be that terrible then.” He added before turning his back on Leon whose teeth were so clenched right now he could have broken them. “Asshole” He soundlessly mumbled.

“Are you lost, angel? Because heaven is a long way from here.” Leon looked up at Marine guy again; eyes furrowed and already tired of his presence. Then he looked at the victim of his terrible pickup line. And it was you, the only woman that had been invited to this meeting.         You had been searching for the seat that had been assigned to you at the entrance of the meeting room when Marine guy had called you out. And ignorance not being you thing, you had stopped to stare at him with a hypocrite smile.       “No, I think I’m at the right place. Thank you very much. However, I do believe the ‘Flirting for Dummies’ course is at the end of the corridor. You should hurry.” Marine Guy’s square jaw dropped in astonishment and he found himself unable to retort. Guess, he wasn’t used to sarcasm or rejection, especially from a woman.         “Damn, man. She burned you.” Another man - who certainly knew Marine Guy – mocked him, a hearty laugh coming out of his wide opened mouth. And that was certainly a bit too much to handle for Marine guy since he gritted his teeth and glared at you as you sat at your place.

Still like a marble statue, you decided to patiently wait for the meeting to start, trying to ignore Marine guy’s brown eyes looking daggers at you. But they weren’t the only eyes on you right now, as you could also feel Leon’s impressed sparkling blue eyes gazing at you. You chose not to glimpse at him, however. After all, you were here for work, not to socialize. Too bad, because Leon would have loved to congratulate you on your sharp sarcasm and thank you for shutting Marine guy up.

Suddenly, Adam Benford entered the room. Everyone stood up to salute him as he took place behind his reading desk with a grave look on his lined face, still looking incredibly charismatic nevertheless.   He waved everyone in the assembly to sit down and waited for an absolute silence to speak.

“I know what most of you must think right now. Why are you here? Why gathering members from so many military corps and agencies? What does an Air Force pilot have in common with an FBI agent? What does a Police Rookie have in common with a CIA officer?” Benford glanced at both Leon and you, one after the other. And that’s how your eyes met for the first time. But it surprised Leon because he had expected you to give him the same condescending look everyone had been giving him since he had entered this building, not a respectful admiring little smile and nod. But you were not like everyone else in room. You knew things. You had heard of him in ways others hadn’t.           “Why gathering the best men America ever trained in a same room? Well, here’s why.”

A video started playing on the screen of the meeting, showing images recorded during the Raccoon City incident, images from the CCTVs, tapes Leon had brought back from his nightmarish ordeal, tapes about Umbrella, about the Nest, about the Birkins. And he could not watch this footage anymore. He couldn’t watch it without feeling a knot in his stomach or the irrepressible will to puke and scream of rage. He couldn’t even hear it, the mere zombie growl reviving memories from the RPD station crowded with undead policemen and citizens, giving him the oppressive impression he was still in there with them, smelling their rotting flesh and skin flooding in the ambient air with an atrocious reek and seeing their skulls crack and burst with a thick splash of boiling blood after each gunshot. A traumatic bloodbath he knew he would never be able to forget and that would haunt him for the rest of his life.    

When the screen went white again, a heavy silence took possession of the room. No one dared to speak. No one dared to look at each other. Except you who were watching at the young man sitting few chairs away from you, still like a marble statue, haunted blue eyes looking down at his shoes. Poor Leon.

“Once you leave this room, whatever your decision may be, you’ll carry the secret behind the Raccoon City incident on your shoulder. No one can know about what truly happened there. No one. Not even your family. And I want you to think about your family. Will you allow them to live in a world like this, threatened by deadly viruses and bio-organic weapons? Or will you join us and fight the responsible behind this so that your loved ones may live a happy safe life?”        

You slowly yet assuredly raised your hands and all eyes set on you, Leon’s included. Adam Benford nodded to allow you to ask your question. “Where shall we sign?”  The old man smiled at you, far from being surprised by your bravery and your devotion. After all, he was the one who had trained you, few years ago.             “Sign?” Marine Guy harrumphed. “Sign for what? Umbrella is doomed to be bygone, right? And if that kid survived,” He pointed at Leon who immediately furrowed his brows. “then I’m sure anyone can.” You shook your head, glaring at him exasperated by his behaviour until Leon chose to stand up.       “Umbrella is still there, standing and operating in facilities all around the world as we speak. And they won’t disappear soon. Who knows how many samples of the t-virus or worse can be found in their lab, each of them having the potential to wipe out entire populations. We can’t let what happened in Raccoon City happen again. That’s why we need to sign. Because the fight has just begun and it is our duty to stop it, whatever it takes.”

He had made an impression. You could tell by the way everyone even Benford was looking at him right now. And with good reasons. He had charisma, determination and a thirst for justice who hadn’t seen much in your years of service. He had potential. Maybe Leon Scott Kennedy was merely a rookie but you were sure as hell he’d become one hell of an agent, one day.

That’s why you were not surprised when, at the end of the meeting, some men went to shake his hand and congratulate him on his words. “They’re right you know. You’ve got a thing with words.” You declared as you extended your hand. “I’m Y/N Y/LN.”       “ Leon S. Kennedy.” He said as he shook your hand. “I know. I guess we’ll see each other again pretty soon then, as well as other people.” You nodded towards Marine Guy who was talking with Adam Benford. Of course that piece of shit would join the team, not out of conviction but more out of pride and selfish ambition. “Well, I guess the STRATCOM needs to hire a certain percentage of men like him.”         “ You can say the word ‘asshole’. We’re not in the academy anymore and I won’t tell.” He chuckled and scratched his head as if he was a bit embarrassed. “I’m serious, Kennedy. You’re playing in the big league now with people that are way above your punches. You need to stop acting like a rookie and establish yourself as one of them. Be bold. Show them you’re not just a lucky survivor or they will always treat you like that, despite the few handshakes they give you at the end of the day.”           “But I was lucky.” Leon corrected you, not really knowing what to say to your advice. “There’s no such thing as luck. You survived because you had skills. And do you know what you have that Marine Guy doesn’t despite the stripes on his shoulders?”       “Modesty?” He joked and you smiled, finding him rather cute and sweet. “Experience.” You said. “You’re the only one who faced those BOWs here. Use that at your advantage.” “You seem to know what you’re talking about.”   “ I’m a woman in man’s world, doomed to be forever treated like a rookie if I don’t show my strength. So yeah, I know what I’m talking about.” Leon stared at you in silence, definitely impressed and bewitched by your attitude. You had spunk, audacity, confidence and you seemed to know what you wanted. And Leon couldn’t deny he was finding this extremely attractive in a woman. Gosh, it certainly was one of the reason Ada had got to him so easily. “ Anyway, see you soon… Kennedy”

The way you pronounced his name left him rooted to the spot and unable to speak. And so, he watched you leave with a self-assured gait, smirking like an idiot. “Women.”

[annakie]

Am I once again posting about the Voyager Relaunch Novels?  Yes.  Yes I am.

I am re-reading the Post-Endgame Voyager Relaunch novels and marathoned reading The Eternal Tide over the last two nights and all I have to say is Janeway and Chakotay love each other so much, I was literally sobbing through about six sections of the second half of that book.  

The Kirsten Beyer books are SO GOOD.  And as I’m re-reading them I love how she handles every single one of the Voyager characters but especially Chakotay.  I feel like she understands Chakotay and gives him everything the writers of Voyager never quite grasped about his character in seven seasons.  Full Circle is such a powerful story of his love and his grief, and the rest of the crew’s love for him (especially Tom, B’lanna, Harry and Sev-- wow his friendship with Seven is so awesome throughout the Beyer books, everything it should have been in the show and not what we got in Endgame.  The support they have for each other without forcing a cringey relationship back onto them adds so much to BOTH of their characters.  Hey this paragraph went way off the rails but I don’t care.)

Anyway I really love the plots of each of these books, I love how they handle EVERY character (well, I miss Tuvok -- at some point I’m gonna get to the Titan novels) and the new characters are pretty great (oh man Cambridge is a fave, and so much better than the new consular that was introduced in the Spirit Walk books.  Loved Eden, love Farkas.)

I made a post a few days ago about how Chakotay is the whole “upstanding, solid, good guy” archetype that some people dare to call “boring” I’ve previously talked at length in a post about Mass Effect about how that’s just... my favorite kind of character.  And Chakotay is just... so that.  It also made me realize that the Janeway / Chakotay dynamic is also very similar to a Shepard / Kaidan dynamic (powerful commanding officer of her own ship woman character, solid, good, honorable mature right-hand man first officer (or close to it) male character and maybe that’s why they’re both two of my favorite ships.

Anwyay here’s some spoilery thoughts about The Eternal Tide.

Chakotay telling Seven about his relationship with Janeway evolving before she died, and how he doesn’t think he’ll ever love any other woman!

Confirmation that Chakotay was thinking about proposing when they were supposed to met in Venice!??!  What!?

Janeway thinking about Chakotay right after her resurrection and how deeply she feels for him and wondering about how her death affected him!  Also I kind of love that Chakotay DIDN’T come to her mind when deciding whether to return to life or not?  This was her decision and making it about A Man I think would have made it feel less about her and how she knew she would be taking responsibility for The Multiverse, which is what it absolutely should have been about.  Realizing what her death would have done to him basically the second she was alive again... that part was so well written.  I loved it.  Her relationship shouldn’t become the basis of who she is -- but it adds to her.

Their... reunion... scene... almost being ruined by Q... Chakotay’s utter shock and disbelief and the description of him slowly beginning to have his heart open up to the possibility, him inching closer to her as she’s thinking that maybe she’s made a mistake and understands just how deeply her death hurt him... that.... entire... SCENE.  (Actually about once a year I dig that book and Full Circle out just to read their getting together / reunion scenes.)

Getting Seven’s reaction to Janeway was also very, very good.  I wish they hadn’t cut past the scene where the rest of the Voyager staff sees her for the first time but we did get a little taste of it.

Um okay and then Janeway tells Chakotay she loves him for the first time and he says it back, naturally but like, this is as Chakotay was preparing to go on a suicide mission?  SOBBING.  They didn’t even get a day together, but at least they got to say goodbye this time.

Janeway forcing herself not to think about Chakotay’s death because things just got so much more dire.

Yes they won, but Janeway all alone on the battle bridge and she can’t even bring herself to contact Voyager yet because she just needs time to mourn Chakotay for a few seconds and takes a few seconds, a few breaths, a few moments... and then... OMG.... Chakotay is returned by Godson Q just before his death and they’re so happy... I CANNOT.

THE EPILOGUE where they’re in bed and had spent every possible moment together and so casual and free and happy together... it’s everything we ever wanted for seven seasons and seven more books.

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Oh I started this post now almost a week ago and now I’m a few books forward and hey am I now going to talk about Protectors?  Yes, yes I am.

J/C don’t get to spend a lot of time together in this book.  Janeway gets sent back to the Alpha Quadrant to undergo counseling and evaluation which, tbh, is totally valid considering she DIED A VIOLENT HORRIBLE DEATH and then WAS DEAD FOR FOURTEEN MONTHS and then you know RESURRECTED AND IMMEDIATELY HAD TO SAVE THE MULTIVERSE oh yeah not to mention WAS REUNITED WITH THEN HAD TO TELL CHAKOTAY GOODBYE FOREVER A FEW HOURS LATER then oh wait THE MAN SHE LOVES WAS ALSO BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD (or the brink of death, whatever.)

There’s a short and sweet goodbye scene then for the bulk of the book Janeway is back on Earth going to counseling (which, that second counseling scene was so great, and seeing her slow down and enjoy life with her mother was so great, and um also that scene with her and Picard?  Wow.  Just Wow.  Also I can’t wait to go back and read some TNG books because I need to see JL/B actually get together.)  And the entire time she’s just like... not even doubting her relationship with Chakotay even a little.  She thinks of him and is excited to be reunited but every time it’s like “the man I love” “The person I plan on spending the rest of my life with” and even “the love of my life.”  WOW.  Just Wow.  Chakotay worries a bit but never doubts.

Oh and then she basically tells her commanding officer “yeah um, thanks but I absolutely have no plans on curbing my relationship with Chakotay to make you feel more comfortable.  Also JL/B and Riker/Troi are all married so fuck you?”  She does agree to keep separate quarters on another ship which is like.. fine... whatever.  But also her going “Yes he’s my subordinate but we’re not going to let that affect our working relationship, we’re adults.” Fuck. Yeah.  Montgomery asks if they’re gonna get married and Janeway is all “IDK, probably? We’ll let you know.”

And B’Elanna asks Chakotay the same thing and his answer is also basically “Yeah at some point, we haven’t talked about it yet but yeah we’re spending the rest of our lives together now stop prodding me.”

Their reunion when she returns doesn’t go as planned and it’s a teensy bit worrisome at the end but with notes of positivity.

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OK I’m only about 1/3rd into Acts of Contrition but I got to a part last night that made me put the book down for a minute and thank Kirsten Beyer out loud.

J/C finally get to spend some time alone several days after she makes it back to the fleet in the Delta Quadrant.  They have a brief discussion about The Plot, then Chakotay is like “Know what?  We’ll talk about The Plot Stuff tomorrow in the briefing.  Let’s instead talk about us.”  And then he stands up for what he wants!  And Janeway listens, and they talk, and agree!  And then Chakotay is like “Okay, now I really want to hear about what happened to you back on Earth for all those weeks!”  So... literally they just... sit and talk for several hours like, I don’t know, real people would?  There’s no drama!  And they both affirm their commitment to each other and their relationship!

It’s just... it’s... so good?  Their relationship is so solid!  They LOVE EACH OTHER and it’s based on their solid friendship (something else they actually say out loud!) and they talk to each other and there’s no like drama for drama’s sake about their relationship so far and it’s like, better than even any fanfic I’ve ever read (and there’s some great fic out there for these two) because nearly every other character is also getting their screentime and character development (minus Tuvok -- who’s off with Riker and Troi on the Titan and Neelix isn’t around much -- though he’s spoken of and we see him a bit when they visit New Talax).  Also it’s... beta canon.  No matter what, this is real and accepted beta canon.

I have been going back and listening to all the episodes of the Literary Trek podcast episodes about these books, and for Eternal Tide and Protectors Beyer herself was on the podcast and listening to her talk about Chakotay and Janeway both individually and as a couple her love for them both is clear, she loves the show and knows what she’s doing and is allowed to do it, and her writing is so damn good.  One of the hosts of the podcast has said in several episodes that he used to really dislike Chakotay as he was in the show and now book Chakotay is one of his favorite characters.  And honestly? I do love show Chakotay but book Chakotay is... everything show Chakotay should have been.  But he’s also been through hell and back and I love how Beyer used that experience -- and now Janeway’s resurrection experience -- to advance them BOTH individually and how that’s affected them as a couple now that they actually get to be that.

There’s so much other good in these books.  Tom and B’Elanna’s storyline and the way she writes them and their marriage... I could write so much about it.  Harry gets better characterization!  A plotline!  A promotion!  A love interest that may actually work out?!!? We’ll see.  And SEVEN. Wow. So much happens with Seven and it’s so great, I love her so much and Book Seven is again, even better.

Two more books have come out since the last time I read the series and the final book comes out next month, I can’t wait to see all the great moments Beyer has coming up for them.  It also makes me twice as happy that Beyer is so involved with Picard. It’s so clear the love she has for these two and I can’t imagine J/C not still being Alpha canon with her involved.

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][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Mahogany][ A || B || E || F || G || H || I || J || K || L || P || Q || R || T || U || X || Y

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A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Maggi Moo is rather physical with their affection for the most part, by slumping against Rhys and gentle headbutts. To them, relaxing your body around someone and trusting them with yourself is the highest form of affection.

But they probably pick up some stuff when they figure out what Rhys likes and Mahogany will pay more attention to getting gifts though and the most common ones are either things they have killed for their mate or little trinkets and flowers that they find.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Nah, flowers mean nothing to them. Sure, they look nice sometimes but Mahogany just either munches a flower because they spotted a bug on one or they just ignore flowers. Rhys makes them notice flowers a lot more though. If they had to choose, Mahogany would simply say sky flowers or bright flowers (aka blue and yellow flowers).

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Mahogany really enjoys hugs once it becomes clear that Rhys likes them too and it's something they can do nicely! They're very constricting in hugs, in the sense that Mahogany will wrap themselves full bodily around Rhys and tangle their limbs up with him. They're long and lanky - a human noodle - so there's a lot of them all around him. They have the type of crushing hugs where Rhys is left gasping a little if they're over excited and the soft gentle hugs are saved for when Rhys is upset or after sex.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Mahogany is...not that good at flirting. Mostly because why play about with words when they can just tell Rhys they want his whole fist inside of them? It's so much more easier to male Rhys blush and squirm when they're brutally honest and it's even funnier to smell him getting horny when they're so close yet so far from wherever they're staying at.

But they adore it when Rhys flirts with them, it makes Mahogany feel special and happy to hear Rhys talk so sweetly to just them.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

It's an honest fifty fifty. Mahogany wouldn't exactly trust anyone, what with their experiences of humans, but once you do win their trust? Then you're pack! Mahogany is part of you and you're part of them. They're heart is entirely devoted and Rhys is extra since he's all they have.

But admittedly they were rather quick in giving their heart to him since they assumed he was one of them when they first met anyway. Admittedly when I think about it, they probably become a bit more sensitive to Rhys's lies since they sting so badly.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Mahogany is someone who feels rather intensely (very different from their pack) but never quite has the words for how they feel? Its maddening. And once they meet Rhys, who seems to have all the words for everything in their heart? Mahogany is smitten and tries to find all the ways they can scream their love back. It's easy for them to tell Rhys that they love him. But it's also hard too in all the worst ways.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Yes. Unless Mahogany is certain that someone is theirs' as well? Definitely you can expect them to scowl and most likely do worst things if they think someone is coming near their mate. Mahogany wouldn't ever worry about Rhys cheating, it goes without saying that they would wear him as clothes, but its other people who never get the damn message, so obviously Mahogany must throughly snarl at people and fuck Rhys every night and day to make sure people can smell them on him, no matter how many showers he has.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

Ehhhhh I don't think so? They're messy and honestly, if I want to go a bit deeper into the lore of Mahogany's body and get weird, I'd say that Mahogany doesn't have the mouth for kissing? Like, you know how animal bones are structured different from humans? That. I mean, holy shit, that would add a new level to their body horror honestly, not being able to properly smile or chew like a person? Tbh it'd be a big difference to show that Rhys is a first generation wendigo and Mahogany is a third since his bones would stay relatively unchanged.

Anyway I'm getting off topic and thinking about biology sorry. Aside from all of that, Mahogany is probably far too sloppy and rough to be a good kisser in most people's eyes but Rhys is not only blind, but a weirdo who seems like the kind of guy who would enjoy being thoat fucked by their tongue so..I guess to him they're a good kisser???

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

They know that they loved their pack, Mahogany knows that they loved their others, little bodies squirming with them under roots of big trees, waiting for a bigger to leave food behind. They know that they loved Older Alpha, who looked at them so sweetly and so sadly and took care of them, even when their jaw was torn out. Knowing that they loved all of those people just makes it all the more harder to know that they lost those people though.

But Mahogany loves Rhys because he's with them and he's the sweetest person they've ever known, how could they not adore him? He's all they need really.

Mahogany wonders sometimes about whether or not they love their mother though. They don't think she would have loved them back.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Mahogany wants someone who's inhuman for sure, mostly because any normal human or human looking person has a quicker chance of being devoured by them. It's more or less the chemistry they have with someone that catches Mahogany's eye than an actual personality trait really.

But still, Mahogany does like someone who isn't afraid to snarl and smile at them.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

I mean...Mahogany basically already considers themself married to Rhys. They're pack and they're going to stay together! They're mates! It's probably gonna be a small sucker punch for Rhys when he realises that oh shit Mahogany's basically considered themself married to him since they met. Its fully up to him really if he wants to make a show about asking them or have extra special sex really. They just love their man, you know?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Definitely a little romantic! If Mahogany was human, they'd definitely be the type to always put on really cheesy chick flicks during sleepovers not to mention the one who binges shape of water and writes Frankenstein fanfics. They swoon over Rhys at least once a day otherwise they'll explode.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

They do but they don't realise it. Mahogany knows that they're meant to be with Rhys and absolutely nothing can tear them apart because Mahogany will tear people apart first. No one makes them feel like Rhys does, so obviously it has to be special, right?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

No, Mahogany hasn't ever been close enough to anyone for that. Well, unless you count Rhys telling them he isn't a wendigo heartbreak, then yeah, they're pretty upset and heartbroken about that since it's basically ripping the last piece they thought they had of themselves away.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Mahogany loves being called sweet things form Rhys! It makes their stomach all flippy and makes their face hot and blushy! They eventually get the hang of nicknames and that's where "Bunny" comes from since he's soft like one and bunnies are very fun to catch and eat when its wintertime. They get huffy if Rhys doesn't call them a sweet name at least once a day.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Yes, I'd say so judging by the amount of times Mahogany has probably tried to attack people over Rhys, whether they've warranted it or not. Rhys is the only good thing they have left, of course they need to protect him!

[bigowlenergy]

Notes for the Nontraditional ABO Nonsense I’ve Created

I hate ~traditional~ abo with a passion. Just reading the summaries of those kind of fics gives me anxiety like woah. it’s Gross, dude. Once accidentally read a fic where male omega were ~biologically predisposed~ to getting sexual pleasure from being told the price point they were sold for during sex with their alpha/owner and like?????? No. Gross and Bad. Can other people read and write it? Sure. Whatever. But keep it far away from me, pls. Thank you exclusion options on Ao3, you’ve saved my life.

Anyway, not this is any “better” since i’m still just writing weird smutty abo fanfic on the internet, but this is my preference, and, if it is yours also, click here to read Maman.

There’s actually only a few points to it: (1) Ghouls have abo, humans do not. (2) Ghoul’s physical bodies are mutable. (3) Transphobia does not exist in my world. (4) Horny stuff.

(1) I adore the clear division between the human and ghoul worlds in TG: the human side of the equation is basically reality - patriarchal, few women as investigators in a male dominated position, the usual. Then on the other side, there’s really only the one male ghoul ever shown as a leader - the guy Rize kills, and also kind of Banjo? Kaneki is prophesied, so it’s different - and the strongest ghoul and strongest kakuja are women. Survival is praised above all else, and that’s about it, actually.

So I wanted to work within that by deepening the divide further. If canon will weakly imply that ghouls go against human standards of gender roles, then I will catapult that concept to the top floor. They don’t have human gender standards, period. Those who live in the human world may socially identify using which ever side of the gender binary fits their appearance better as a way to blend in with humans, but it’s not an internalized identity. It’s just another mask that they have to wear.

And, being a society that functions on survival and strength, I decided to marry these concepts together to create this system.

The entire Greek alphabet, go for it. Why not? There’s little point in applying a new gender binary (alpha/omega) over the irl subscription to such, and/or the extremely weak trinary with plot-forgotten beta is much the same. Gender is a spectrum.

(2) ...and so is sex. Why have a cis based system when I could literally do anything else? Ghouls can turn into giant kaiju, plant detached kagune in walls, and regrow their heads. Take it further, coward Ishida! A ghoul’s body is totally mutable based on their power level. Omega being the strongest because I love myself, and Alpha the weakest.

Most ghouls inherit their mother’s dynamic bc of RC cell transfer before birth, but as kids they aren’t considered to actually be that dynamic since they’ll often mature into something else. And it is not a permanent change. Any ghoul can work to become stronger and rise higher on the spectrum, or get weaker and end up falling lower. There is a natural power cap in them for whatever their ceiling is without resorting to cannibalism (Ex: Tsukiyama family weak genes), which means ghouls can still be trans, by ghoul standards. (Example: Nico. Okama stereotypes aside, applying this au to them gives them a concrete id of being more powerful and closer to being socially labeled an omega than they want to be, so they id as something closer to alpha without sacrificing their strength level.)

Is all I’ve said is Everyone is Trans and also Girls Rule? Yes. Is just inverting gender roles a bit trite? Yes. But does it make me feel better? Also yes. Therefore fanfiction exists.

TL;DR Omega ghoul are the strongest, and therefore the most socially powerful, and a large spectrum of gender and sex exists that ghouls can id with and move through fairly easily. It’s more fun this way.

(3) Just gonna take the trash out on day one. Fuck terfs.

I won’t say it doesn’t exist in ghoul society, since Torso is absolutely a transphobic bitchwad, but it is super rare. Ghouls raised by humans might struggle with this, but that’s about it. Also, I’m just not gonna write about human transphobia. I don’t wanna.

(4) ....But at the end of day, do you know what I am? A kinky dumbass.

All I was really aiming for here was to be able to actually enjoy this genre of lemon (all hail tumblr staff’s rules and regulations) without being creeped out by. Well. You’ve read traditional abo. You’ve scrolled past some horrific summaries. You know what I mean.

So, with an actually interesting and less obnoxious base outlined as above, we can finally get into the pulp of the lemonaide:

Heat. The real and only reason abo exists. I’m a sucker for it as much as the next guy. So yeah. There’s a good deal of lemon here.

Only ghouls from phi and up to omega can have heat, but all ghouls kappa and down to alpha can have ruts. Rut makes the weaker ghouls have a higher chance for survival against an overpowered omega by answering their heat. I decided to kick out knotting bc I personally don’t prefer it and it sounded like a dangerous thing to be doing in this au. Gonna get ate bc your dick got stuck, dude. :/

It lasts about 12-16 days, roughly. 5-3 days of preheat preparation and hormonal overdrive and aggression, 6-4 days of the actual Event, and then a resting period of coming down from the hormone high and recovering about 2-5 days. It only happens once a year, regardless of power level. Culturally, a ghoul is considered to be in heat from day 1 of the preheat phase, not just when the actual event happens.

Ghouls mature faster than humans because of their low survival rates, but I’m not a pedo so heat only becomes possible once a ghoul crosses the threshhold of physical maturity - which is about 25 in humans, so maybe 21-26 depending on the individual. And then later in adulthood if that ghoul arrived at a dynamic that experiences heat later on in life.

That’s all I can think of for the abo rn. should Discuss the etoneki content next installment.

smell yall later.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 7

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): I decided to post this earlier than usual, both in honor of fanfic writer appreciation day and because I finished writing this one yesterday, and I was going to schedule it, and just not worry about anything... and then there was a power shortage and as I’m was writing this, on Tuesday, I had to rely on my phone to provide me with wifi. God bless... (Well, I have wifi now, don’t I?)

I just thought that after all the angst of the last two chapters you’d appreciate a bit of sweetness, and where this chapter started almost as harshly as the last two, it’s just. So sweet. And fluffy. And I feel so happy that I managed to do such a thing. Well... that and prove to the world that I’m a massive nerd. (If you really want to know, some of Emile’s rants in this chapters are based on actual answers I gave in my finals. And those of you who know me well enough know that I studied theatre in high school...)

Thanks and credits go to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for the initial idea (and for being there to listen and talk about ideas with when we hang out, which happens a lot more lately actually), to @whatwashernameagain the absolute angel for Keep Him Safe and for being incredibly awesome (and for the German translation of one of my favorite quotes ever), to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their usual contributions that shall never go un-thank-ed and uncredited, and a special one to @winglessnymph who is the person and inspiration behind a good chunk of Emile’s background and who, after showing them a screenshot of this chapter, just said “my old high school can burn, but yes at least Emile survived”.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @why-things-go-boom, @ilovemygaydad, @violetblossem

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter in particular also has mentions of alcohol and drug use.

—————

"But I want you to come!"

"Leah, sweetie, I can't come. I'm going to Emile's. But I'll see you sooner than you think, okay?"

"Okay… but it's not going to be fun. Rachel is two and she's boring and I don't like Mom."

Leah called every day after school. Remy could've been in a class, or at a group meeting, or taking a shower, and she would call every day after school. It was somewhat adorable.

But now was no time to deal with adorable.

"Emile, my darling, my precious, my sweet sweet love," Remy declared at the beginning of their morning sols 20 class last Monday, "can I come over for thanksgiving?"

"Didn't you say you have to see your mom?" Emile whispered over his cup of tea, struggling to get comfortable. The weather got extremely cold lately, and at thirty-six degrees at eight in the morning, not even the four layers and giant thermos full of tea could keep Emile warm enough to survive morning classes.

India literally asked him if he's not supposed to be used to such temperatures, which earned her a lecture on hypersensitivity and illness caused by stress.

"But it's Linda! Emile, babe, sweetheart, darling, dollface—"

"Don't call me bubbeleh and I'll consider it."

"It'll be worth it. I promise—"

"I need to ask my mom, and my sister is coming to pick me up because I'm kinda scared of flights, and Minnesota is kind of far away."

"Alright. I don't mind."

He really hoped Nathalie would agree.

"I don't want to be here alone," Leah half-whined.

"I know, babe, but it won't be long. Trust me."

He let her talk about school for a good while more, at least until he could hear Linda screaming at her to stop holding the line. It was horrifying. He didn't remember her doing it much.

Then again, she was barely home anyway.

The call disconnected rather quickly, right on time for his appointment at the psych clinic. The grad student who claimed Remy as his personal project was supervised today by the head of the department, as part of his research, which meant Remy had to be on his best behavior.

It also meant he'd get misgendered. Which was a thing said student, whose thesis was on gender dysphoria and gender identity (same subject as his big project for AP psychology back at Bronx Science, really), made sure to not do.

This was going to be fun.

——

"You went to the Bronx High School of Science, right?"

"Yeah? Gurl, why you asking me? I told you that already."

"A 4.0 GPA, went to a gifted program in Columbia—"

"Why are you asking me questions you already know the answer to?"

"Dr. Freeman wanted to hear those for himself," Remy heard the guy - Michael, his name is Michael, stop calling him "the guy" - mutter to himself as he typed away on his laptop.

"What makes you think that you're a boy, Miss Harris?" The doctor asked, pushing his glasses up. What a prick…

"Well, considering how I was quite literally diagnosed with gender identity disorder by a licensed psychiatrist, I don't think I am. I know I am."

"And yet, you've enrolled into Harvard under the name Rebecca. Is there any explanation as to why?" Freeman looked directly at Remy. "You're an intelligent young person, and enrolling under your preferred—"

"I didn't know I could do it, and now I have, like, no idea how to change it in administration."

"Biologically speaking, Mr. Harris, the concept of sex is very non-binary." The older man's gravelly voice seemed to chill even Michael, still taking notes. Suddenly he didn't seem so evil.

"First of all," Dr. Freeman said, "in sexual species, you can have female be XX and males just be X. For example, in insects. Female birds are ZW and males are ZZ, for reptiles it's temperature differences that female or male make. In some flatworms it's a penis fencing competition. Some fish like clownfish and parrotfish can have females become males because there are no males left, and the New Mexico whiptail lizards are a female-only species who reproduce asexually. Some species, like cuttlefish, have males act like females in order to get close to the females. And fungi have thousands of sexes. And that's not even getting close to humanity."

The doctor cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee. "You can be male because you were born female but have a 5 alpha-reductase deficiency, and so you develop a penis in puberty. You can be female because you were born with XY chromosomes but you're insensitive to androgens, or because your Y is missing the SRY gene, both of which would result in developing a female figure. You can be male because you were born with two XX chromosomes but one of them does have the SRY gene. You can be male by having two X chromosomes and one Y, or a female by having only one X chromosome. And you can be male or female by being born in the wrong body for your brain.

"As I said, there is no such thing as two biological sexes only. So I'll ask you this again. Why would you enroll as a female named Rebecca if you know that you are neither?"

Remy had no idea how to respond. The professor looked at him, straight at him, and Michael kept typing away…

"...I told you, I had no idea I could do that."

"I'll write you a note to give to Vivian in administration. She'll take care of everything, you just need to provide her with a name."

"It's Remy—"

"I hope you understand that this isn't legal, it's only official. I don't have a doctorate in psychology just to explain what's the difference between the two to my students."

Remy nodded nervously, swallowing air. "Yes sir."

——

"Your suite is so much more comfortable than mine," Emile wiggled on the couch, petting his bunny, as Remy was making him a cup of tea. "You can… clearly see Leah was here."

"The marks on the wall? Yeah… she brought her scooter with her and wouldn't stop running into the wall with it."

Emile giggled - how much cuter could this boy get? - and scratched Mycroft's head a bit. "I asked my mom and, yeah, my grandparents and my uncle and his family are coming over, so it wouldn't be that much of an issue if you came over, but…"

"But?"

"We're having thanksgiving at my grandparents' on my dad's side. So it might be a bit of an issue. I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It's okay, we didn't plan for this or whatever. I'll watch over Leah and you take care around your family, okay?"

"Okay. Have fun with her. She'll really need it."

"I know and I'm willing to suffer for that."

The kettle started whistling. Remy filled the mug with the boiling water and took it to Emile.

Just yesterday Emile screamed "I waited five minutes and the weather didn't change, get your shit together, Boston" at the sky when it started to snow. It wasn't even that much, Remy had seen bigger storms and he was sure that Emile did too - he was from Minnesota, after all - but it was still somewhat funny. After asking, Emile explained that in Minnesota, and basically all around the Midwest, "if you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes".

Remy didn't think he meant it literally. He probably didn't.

"How's India doing?"

"Midterms."

"Cool."

Emile was muttering something to himself in a language Remy didn't understand. He let Mycroft go and the bunny just sat there, on the couch, looking happy enough.

"Hey Remy, what's the Hebrew word for thanksgiving?"

"...I'm a Christian from New Jersey. Why are you asking me?"

"I don't… I don't know. My parents are expecting me to call my cousins before thanksgiving and they don't know English or Dutch yet… not that I know that much Dutch either, but… wait, you're from New Jersey? I thought you're from Manhattan."

"Only since I was five."

"Oh. Cool."

Remy moves the bunny and sat down next to Emile, who leaned against his side and put his head on his shoulder. His hair was incredibly soft, Remy was never quite able to stop running his fingers through it, and the whole situation just… made Remy feel like everything was going to be okay. Just… don't move from this spot, where the his adorable, tiny friend was cuddling up to him and muttering to himself in a different language, and everything will be alright.

His hair smelled like jasmine and seawater. And Remy was torn between admitting to himself just how much he liked it, and wondering if Chris would be jealous.

"You went on a date, right?" Emile raised his head, his hair tickling Remy. "I just…"

"Yeah, I did." And it was a bit better than Halloween. Chris was… way more interesting when not in parties, apparently. For one, he did not talk about his crush on Harrison Ford, and he did talk quite a bit but at least it was about law school and not Indiana Jones. It was… it was great.

"Huh… that's nice." And then, "a friend once asked me on a date. I had to say no."

"Why? Was something so wrong that—"

"No… I like that guy, but… he's the same guy who always paid me to bake weed brownies for him and his friends, and that's not very appropriate, right?"

He had to do a double take. "Weed brownies?!"

"Yeah… my school was the druggie school, you know?"

"No… I didn't know."

"Yeah… it's not like my parents couldn't afford to send me where my sister went, but they were worried about how the stress would affect me so I went to a public school. And… at least I only ever sneaked vodka in water bottles and baked weed brownies, I never, like… held someone's hair out of their face in the bathroom or had to keep someone from killing themselves, which now that I say it out loud just sounds so bad and I totally would've done it if I had to but—"

"Emile, babe, you're making me worry. Like, really."

"Sorry… I never ate weed brownies, though. I'm sensitive to weed."

This… this was the thing that baffled Remy about Emile. This… tiny, pure, angelic thing, with the soft hair that always smelled like jasmine and seawater and the bright, sparkling eyes. His soft little friend whose sunny disposition never faltered, not even in the darkest of times, and whose dedication and determination shone through everything he did.

Emile Picani, the sweetest human Remy ever met, was used to sneaking vodka into school and baking weed brownies.

Fuck.

"How do you even find out that you're sensitive to weed if you don't, like, smoke weed or whatever?"

"You have to decarboxylate the weed to activate it, which basically means heating it up, and the smell gives me migraines, so… that's how I found out."

Yeah, because that's so much better.

"But I mean, good riddance. Can we watch Mulan? I want to do something…"

"Aren't you reading that Sartre thing?"

"No Exit? I already finished it." Emile sipped on his tea. "I don't… get it? I can see why Estelle and Garcin will never achieve an epiphany, but Ines came in already aware that she's amoral… can't she just… leave Hell?"

Gilliam gave the class an optional assignment, to read and analyze No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre. It wasn't even going to go into their final grade, but he did say that it might be very important to the next semester when they study Freud ("and how he almost ruined the entire field of psychology, more or less"), so Remy chose to leave it for Christmas break. Or maybe not even read it.

"It's something like sixty pages, it's shorter than Hedda Gabler or The Cherry Orchard… it's an easy—"

"Question one, what the fuck is Hedda Gabler, and question two, what cherry orchard?"

Emile's eyes lit up and he almost jumped in his seat, spilling some of his tea on his lap and causing Mycroft to hop a bit farther. "Did you ever do theatre?"

And off on a rant he went, explaining every little nuance and allegory in both the plays ("so like, back in Ibsen's time, realistic theatre was meant to portray real life and keep the three unities, so Hedda shooting herself off-stage is meant to shock the audience as well as preserve the unity of place, which is pretty much…", "you know, the reason it's called Hedda Gabler despite Hedda being married to Jorgen Tesman is to show that Hedda sees herself as the daughter of General Gabler first and the wife of Jorgen Tesman second", "the cherry orchard is never really in scene ever, so it's kind of like a fantasy, or trying to hold onto a thing that isn't there anymore, like the Russian aristocrat's status, so when middle-class Lopakhin buys the orchard and orders to start cutting it before the others even left is like an even bigger sign that the aristocracy has fallen and there is no place left for it in the modern Russian society, in the face of the upcoming bourgeoisie and their budding materialism").

It was worse than Leah talking about betta fish. Well… no it wasn't, but he couldn't bring himself to shut Emile up… he was too cute to be told to shut up.

"So I just… I don't get it. Ines should be able to pick herself up and walk out the door, so why isn't she doing it?"

Emile was out of tea by the time Remy caught him looking at him with questioning eyes and realized he'd completely zoned out.

"Maybe… societal pressure?"

"Maybe… but it still makes no sense. She's in one room with two incredibly selfish people… can I boil some more water?" Remy nodded and Emile practically jumped out of his lap. The cold immediately hit Remy with a wave of disappointment. He wanted to hold Emile just a bit longer...

"Then again," Emile kept ranting, "this is the play that coined the term ‘Hell is other people'. L'enfer, c'est les autres. De hel zijn de anderen. Hagehenom hu hazulat."

"How many languages was that…?"

"Four." Remy choked. "I don't speak Dutch or Hebrew very well, I told you that. I only know the basics because of my family. But I do know this saying in five languages. I think... My oma and opa really like saying it. But I don't remember how to say it in German."

This boy was impossible.

"No, no, I do remember it. Die Hölle, das sind die anderen."

And Remy absolutely loved him. (A bushel and a peck.)

"And I only know how to say it in German because my neighbors are German. So like… I really only speak two languages."

"That's still way more than me, babe."

"Well, enough about me! I want to hear more about your date! How awesome was it?"

Oh, it was great. Chris didn't talk only about himself, he was actually interested in listening to Remy talk about his interests, they had a lovely dinner and went to see a slightly better than okay movie (he was not going to tell Emile that The Ring gave him nightmares for three days after watching it though), and he kissed him when they got back to Harvard. Nothing big, everything was nice, and they were going on a date again in early December. Nothing could be better.

Except the voice in his head, calling him a liar.

"That sounds very nice," Emile muttered as he plopped back down next to Remy and put his cup of tea on the table. "I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun. The Two Towers and Chicago are supposed to come out in December. And I promised my sister I'll go to see both of them with her."

A comfortable silence settled in. Remy tried to focus on anything but how nice it was to cuddle Emile, especially today that all his suitemates had other obligations. It was almost time to leave for thanksgiving - those who left for thanksgiving anyway - and… it meant he wouldn't see Emile for a week.

He didn't think he was a fan of the idea.

"Can we please watch Mulan? I haven't seen it in forever!"

Remy had to oblige.

——

"Hello?" The tiny voice that came through the phone made Remy so happy, and he had no idea why. "Who's that?"

"Leah, aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

"Remy oh oh oh Remy I have so many things to tell you so yesterday I went to the park and I found a shiny rock and—"

"Leah, I called to tell you and Linda that I'm coming over for thanksgiving." The high-pitched scream almost ruptured his eardrum. "But you have to be on your best behavior, okay? I know it's a very hard thing to do, babe, but it's for Linda."

"Okay! I can behave very good!"

"I know you can, sweets. I just need you to promise me that you will."

"I promise that I will! Pinky promise! When you get here it'll be a pinky promise, okay?"

All that was left was to hope that thanksgiving won't be such a disaster.

If it was, though, Remy would start considering smuggling Leah with him to Cambridge.

[the-100-meta-library]

Dear followers and meta fans!

Today, we present you the first segment of a series of interviews that will feature the brains and minds behind all those wonderful analyses floating around The 100’s tumblr tag.

For our first interview, we are pleased to welcome Elizabeth, also known as the lovely @hawthornewhisperer!

We connected with Elizabeth back in May, before Season 4, Episode 12. So this a little bit of a blast from the past. Read to see how right-- and wrong-- we were about some speculating. 

We’d like to thank Elizabeth again for her time, and the supporters of the Meta Library who encouraged us. Keep an eye out for the next interview!

The 100 Meta Library (bellamysfern):    The first questions are just about some background info. Anything you feel comfortable releasing to the internet. Who are you, what do you do, how does that affect how you write meta (if it has any effect at all), and your level of fandom experience.

Hawthornewhisperer: Okay, well, first of all, thanks for interviewing me! This is an honor and I appreciate you guys doing this.

You can call me Elizabeth, and I'm a writer-slash-historian living in Minnesota. I teach college courses on European history and write romance novels on the side (second one should be out this year!)

In terms of how that influences my meta, I've found that both of my jobs dovetail very well into analyzing the show.  

As a historian, my main lenses of analysis are gender and imperialism so I tend to apply those to the show as well-- in what ways do characters fulfill our expectations of femininity/masculinity, and in what ways do they challenge it? What does that tell us about the characters?  

My imperialist/colonialist focus also helps me sort out what the writers are saying (either intentionally or unintentionally) with regards to hegemonic cultures, etc.

As a writer, I try to think about the choices the writers room is making and what that tells us about the story

Oh, and fandom experience-- I wrote fic for The Hunger Games (Gale/Madge, mostly) but The 100 is probably the first fandom I've been very active in.  But my first true fandom is probably Star Wars.

BF: That's absolutely amazing. I feel like anything with fandom can be trivialized, but so much work goes into writing meta and thinking about the choices made on the show.

HW: Yes, definitely!  

I have very strong feelings about the importance of fandom, particularly transformative fandom (fics, headcanons, etc) as a primarily female space and how important that is to protect and take seriously.

BF: Right. And I know you write fanfic too (very good fanfic, btw).

Do you think writing meta influences how you think about fanfiction? They are two different ways of interacting with a show, but both require authors to really understand the material.

HW: Oh yeah, definitely!  

I see fic and meta as two sides of the same coin-- writing meta

helps me understand characters better, because if I can explain why Bellamy or Clarke would make a particular choice in a particular episode that helps me craft their characters in fics in a way that feels true (or I hope so, at any rate.)

And writing fic helps with meta, because I have a little insight into how writers make decisions.  In particular it makes me slightly more sympathetic to plot twists that seem to have no clear resolution because I frequently write ficlets with cliffhangers and then have *no idea* where it's going after that, because sometimes I just like to raise the stakes for myself.  Of course, there's a major difference in that my fics are only limited by my imagination and can go in any direction I choose, whereas the show has actor contracts, studio pressure, budgets, filming limitations, and a dozen writers working on one story, and they’re getting paid to do this so they should be really be better at it than me.

BF: Is there anything you've ever read (fic or meta) that surprised you? Any interpretation or theory that influenced the way you thought about the show?

HW: You know, most of my favorite metas and theories come from the Meta Station podcast, and I wouldn't say it's *surprising* but I do think my favorite theory this season is probably Erin's suggestion that Bellamy will be key to brokering peace between all the clans.  (I think we got the start of it in the most recent episode, actually, with his faith in Octavia).  It wasn't a direction I'd initially considered for his character, but it fits very well with the story they've been telling thus far this season and I hope we see it come to fruition.

In terms of influence, one thing I really enjoy about fandom is how *collective* it all is-- lots of people come up with complementary ideas that fit together and overlap in really intriguing ways, which makes narrowing down influence kind of difficult.  But on a personal level, I do toss ideas back and forth with @reblogginhood a lot, which probably shows in my writing.

BF: Haha, my fill of meta usually comes from Meta Station too. I just listened to the segment talking about fic and fandom with Chash and thought "Wow, this is great interview prep".

HW: I can't wait to listen to that!  Those are three of my favorite fandom people, talking about my favorite topics, so I'm excited.

BF: I know, I was so excited when I saw the announcement. It was super cute and funny. Anyway, back on topic.

So for you, meta is a more collective thing. Do you have a writing process and need to go through the same steps every time, or does it vary?

HW: It varies, for sure.  Sometimes I realize something and can just throw it all together very quickly, and sometimes my idea is very vague and I have to write and write and write (and talk it over with people) before I really figure out what I'm saying.  But after writing a dissertation I'm pretty used to writing six different versions of the same idea before I feel like I've found it.  I just edit those metas very heavily as no one needs to read four false starts. 😉

BF: So the amount of time it takes to write metas varies too.

Are there any characters/themes that come easier than others?

HW: Oh definitely.  

Bellamy is probably the easiest for me to understand, followed by Clarke. There are other characters that just don't *speak* to me/I have less interest in writing meta on, but that doesn't mean I dislike them.  

Roan, for instance-- he's probably my favorite minor character in the whole show but I don't have too much desire to get into his headspace for some reason.

The-100-Meta-Library (parapluiepliant): We could have had it all. Still in denial about Roan by the way.

HW: I'll always be in denial about Roan, but he will live eternal, shiny, and chrome in all of my fics so at least we have that.

PP: Yippieh! Something to look forward to!

BF: I am still in real actual denial because I thought I saw something about Zach coming back for season five.

HW: I would totally be fine with time travel becoming a thing on the show if it meant someone could go back in time and save Roan.

PP: Talking about time travel: let's go back in time.

I just scrolled a bit through your The 100 meta tag and came upon "Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, and The Iliad". It was one of your first metas, or am I wrong? 

Even though that referred to season 3, would you say that some of it still holds true for season 4?

HW: It probably wasn't my first meta, just the first one I bothered tagging-- I'm terrible about that, and I apologize to everyone for my poor organizational skills.

BF: I'm right there with you with the tagging.

HW: You know, I'm not sure it does hold true for season 4?  The core of the Iliad is hubris, rage, and war between nations being manipulated by the gods, and that doesn't seem to be the story they're telling in season 4.

I will say, in retrospect I do think both Clarke and Bellamy were the Achilles in season 3 -- Clarke for separating herself from the fight, and Bellamy because it was his anger over Mount Weather 2.0 that incited a lot of the conflict.

(But I also doubt they were doing a straight parallel, so take that for what it's worth)

PP: Okay. Just a thought. I am not that familiar with the Grounders (and to the Arkadians to some extent) might still be an entertaining thought.

HW: Ooooh yes, that would work very well, especially since I suspect conflict between Becca and Cadogan is at the root of a lot of problems the societies are facing.

BF: I did find it interesting that the brought the Iliad in so explicitly. And there was a lot of speculation based on it, when maybe so much worth shouldn't have been placed on the Iliad/Odyssey.

But we won't know until the end, I guess.

HW: Yeah, it's tough to know what is meaningful and important and what's just a fun, throwaway moment until you've got a complete narrative to examine.  But I do enjoy how fandom can take something like "Bellamy gets a present that probably just means he's a Big Ol' Nerd" and turn it into a coherent, unifying gloss on the season.

PP: One of the most entertaining and enlightening things in the fandom for me.

HW: Yeah, me too.  

Fandom is such an enriching experience in so many ways.

PP: Another question in that regard: Is there a meta of yours of which you are most proud of? Or which you thought of as the most fun to read/the most clarifying in regard to certain aspects?

HW: I think the one I'm proudest of would be the one I wrote about Bellamy undercutting the Alpha Male trope, because I find "how we perform and understand gender" to be a really interesting topic, and I think Bellamy as a character really complicates our understanding of what it means to be an alpha male.  

And I think some of that is directly intended by the writers, but I also think some of it comes from the performances (Bob in particular, but also Ian, Eliza, and Mike Beach because he's not just reading what's on the page, he's reacting to their performances as well.)

It makes Bellamy into a really interesting and nuanced character in a way that draws me in.

PP: Absolutely! One of the reasons I love him so much.

BF: Do you have a lot of interaction with your meta? Do people mostly reblog or like it, or do you get some conversations going?

HW: I think mostly people just like and reblog posts, but every so often someone will add something to my meta that I hadn't considered/seen before and it'll just blow my mind. I love it when that happens.

And sometimes people send PMs to respond and I end up having long, in depth conversations about characters with people I've never met before, and I *also* love that. I've made some really great friends that way.

BF: Fandom friendships are so interesting that way.

HW: Yeah, definitely.  

I really treasure the friendships I've made in fandom, and I know they'll outlast the show itself, which is wonderful.

BF: Yeah, definitely contradicts everything people told you about everyone on the internet being dangerous. But I haven't met an axe murderer yet.

HW: Haha right?  *fingers crossed*

PP: Who says that I am not one?

HW: Oh no! Haha!

BF: You are on the other side of the ocean. I think I'm good. Well, that was all questioning that I had. Laura?

PP: I would have one last question.

Can we hope for another meta pretty soon and if so, can you already tease it a bit?

HW: You know, there's nothing that I'm currently writing, I think because most of the stuff I'm interested in from 411 (the Bellarke fallout) seems to be on hold until 412, but I also tend to work best in response to prompts/questions.

So is there something you'd like me to talk about/you're interested in discussing?

BF: What’s your Becca/Cadogan speculation?

HW: Oooh, good one!  

I think Cadogan's messed up childhood (Jaha mentioned an abusive father) is going to resurface, and I suspect it was a conflict between him and Becca that set things into motion. I have my fingers crossed for a flashback!

PP: Definitely. Oh, I missed that with Jaha because my stream didn't work properly. I really need to watch it so I can catch up!

HW: The Jaha-Cadogan mention was just a throwaway line, however, so I might be putting too much weight on it. And as for the Bellarke fallout, I do think Clarke holding a gun on him and then being unable to pull the trigger, even though she truly believed the human race might die if she didn't pull it, is going to carry a lot of weight in their relationship.

Clarke has consistently been shown as willing to put her own wants and needs and loves aside in order to save people, and this is one of the first times we see her make a heart choice instead of a head choice, if that makes sense.

But Clarke's decision to not shoot Bellamy was really big, and while I'm disappointed we didn't get the fallout immediately, I think 411 was a really busy episode and I have hopes that it will be addressed in some respect in 412.

BF: Thanks so much for taking so much time to talk to us!

HW: Of course!  Thank you for interviewing me-- this was really fun!

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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 3

Important Author’s Note: Okay so, firstly, I would like to thank everyone for showing love to the second part of this fanfic in addition to the first. You guys keep me going. I apologize for the longer than intended wait for this chapter. Sometimes, life just comes at ya fast, ya know? Two very important things about this chapter. Number one, this is the awaited smut chapter. I’ll just say that I’m not that confident in my smut writing abilities, so, if it sucks, I apologize in advance. Also, it hasn’t been proofread like in the slightest so please don’t hate me for any errors. Second, see that weird symbol up there? I bet you’re wondering what that is. Well, that just so happens to be Jimin’s mark. That’s all I’ll say for now, read to find out the rest of the details. Without further hesitation, onto the story:

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, SMUT (You have been warned as it is in all caps :) )

Rating: R ( I guess that’s the correct rating)

Characters: Aera (Reader) and the lovely BTS

Word Count: 4,765

Summary:  Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

The kiss intensified in magnitudes that left me breathless and hungry for more. Jimin possessed such an intense hold over me that every lustful change in his features sent a new wave of arousal through my core. The way his eyes only appeared to see me in their hunger and the quickly shifting scent of the room added largely to the arousal pooling between my legs. It took so little and I was already beyond ready to be his.

He bit down harshly on my lower lip, drawing blood as I felt his wolf canines extend from his gums. It was very clear he was already loosing control of his bodily functions as the need to consummate consumed him. A moan escaped my lips as he licked away the blood and his tongue further explored my open mouth. His hand slid over the back on my dress up towards the back of my neck. He reached the base of my hairline and gave a rough pull at the hair closest to my head. A moan exploded from my throat, my desire for a more submissive role being fully revealed.

"Do you like that?", he asked in a husky voice. His lips met my neck before I could coherently reply. He began roughly sucking on the skin of my neck fully intent on leaving marks. They were his to make after all. I had no right nor desire to stop him from declaring to the whole world that I was taken. A string of moans escape my lips as he left each new hickey. I briefly wondered how he found enough skin to leave so many before the light grazing of his teeth on my neck pulled me out of my reverie.

"I love seeing my marks all over your neck. It's intoxicating to know that the whole world is going to see this and know you're mine. All the guys that even dared to take a second look at you will know their place now," Jimin growled softly as he decided to leave one final mark. I'm not sure what that brought the total too, but I'd lost count at eight.

His lips found mine again,  but not before I heard his ragged breathing as his mouth hovered over my ear. To know that I was having such an effect on him, sent another wave of arousal through me.

"I can't take it anymore. I've got to get this fucking thing off of you. You're driving me crazy," Jimin declared desperately as he grabbed the straps of my dress at both shoulders. I didn't have time to process the ripping sound before it was too late and my dress was lying in two halves on the floor. I was going to voice my complaint about the dress,  but Jimin grabbed both my ass cheeks roughly, gave them a light smack, and then hoisted me up effortlessly by the back of my thighs.

I wrapped my legs around his waist without a second thought. The kiss turned sloppy and desperate as Jimin carried me towards the bed. His arousal poked sharply into my thigh, a tell-tale sign of the effect that I was having on him. A moan escaped my lips at the hardness of his cock and my mind started to wonder to how that absolutely needed to be inside me like yesterday, but I wasn't the one calling the shots.

Jimin threw me none too gently onto his bed for the second time that evening. "I'm going to take you and I'm not going to be sorry about it. I intend to fuck you so hard that you can't walk tomorrow. I intend to fuck you so good that you'll be hoarse from all the screaming," he growled out as he climbed onto the bed and over me in one swift motion.

Apparently he was too desperate to use the modern invention of a bra latch, as he ripped my bra down the center and discarded it to the side before swiftly grabbing ahold of my panties. He pulled those forcefully off of my legs as I lifted them high into the air.

I laid completely naked underneath him for a few seconds as he just looked at me. Self consciousness crept inside of me as I attempted to cover as much of my body as I could with my hands. "Where's MY confident and rebellious girl from earlier? You're going to need her if you want to survive the restless night that you're about to have. Don't cover yourself. You're absolutely the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my entire life," he both teased and assured me as he broke his dissent into rough and passionate sex with a gentle, reassuring peck of my lips.

My cheeks dusted a pink color before I slowly moved my hands out of the way. Jimin looked my body over again, his eyes conveying a wealth of hunger. "You spell so amazing and honestly you are just so so so beautiful. I know we don't know each other in the traditional sense, but I just wanted to tell you that I feel lucky," Jimin said softly instantly turning squishy. I smiled and raised my lips to his.

He gave me a smile as his lips traveled down my neck and to his chest. His lips attached themselves around my nipple while his other hand traveled to knead the flesh of the nipple that his mouth wasn't attending too. He started with light flicks of his tongue back and forth and the circular movement of his index finger across my other nipple.

My arousal deepened as I felt myself began to leak onto his sheets. A low growl ripped from Jimin's throat as he smelt the air and the arousal of my no longer clothed sex. "How wet you are already. Is that for me?," he teased as he began to rake his teeth against my nipple and knead my other breast harder. A moan found its way out of my own throat as I ached my back into his touch, wanting more. I wanted him to touch every part of me.

My skin lit at every single one of his touches and I wanted my body to become an inferno, every inch of it touched by the flames of his hands and mouth. He bit down on the nipple within his mouth and pinched hard at the one in his hand. A louder moan sounded from my throat. There was no denying that I liked a little pain with my pleasure. He'd apparently already figured that out and was more than glad to give it to me.

"I have to taste you. You smell so good, " Jimin said as he abandoned the nipple within his mouth and trailed kisses down my abdomen. His other hand remained at work on my chest, eliciting soft moans from me.

I felt his left hand dig roughly into my right thigh as he spread my legs wider so that his head could gain entry to the wet pool between my thighs. He looked up at me and sent me a smile as he inhaled my scent. Though the look may have been one of reassurance, it gave me butterflies more than anything at the familiar hot pink flash of his eyes.

He licked lightly at the outer folds of my pussy and I felt myself loosen up and grow even wetter. He continued his licking of my outer folds and my frustration mounted. Apparently noticing that he had elicited the intended reaction, he let out a small laugh. "Didn't know you wanted it that bad princess," he said teasingly.

I didn't have time to role my eyes as he plunged his tongue deep inside of me. "Fuck!," I exclaimed loudly having been taken by surprise. Jimin continued to dart his tongue in and out of my hole for a few seconds before he switched to licking my pussy from my clit to my opening, before paying special attention to my clit.

His tongue swiped quickly back and forth across my clit, sending a new wave of pleasure throughout my body with every swipe. I had been on the receiving end of oral sex quite a few times before, but it had never been this good. Jimin's tongue moved expertly with every movement resulting in more pleasure for me. The thought occurred to me that he must have done this at least a thousand times to be this good. At this thought, I was a little saddened. What could I expect though? Male werewolves weren't exactly held to the same celibacy code that females were when it came to life mates. Sure, oral was fine for females to engage in, but anything beyond that and you were certainly at risk of punishment. Males werewolves could go all the way with whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

I was pulled from this rather sad direction of thought when Jimin began sucking harshly at my clit and plunged two fingers into my entrance. "Oh fuck yes, Jimin," I left out before I could stop myself in order to avoid embarrassment. "You wish it was my cock though don't you? I know I do. That's all that I can imagine them being," he stated breathlessly before going back to his menstruations.

I had a fairly high threshold when it came to sex, but I could already feel myself tightening with the continued plunging of his fingers, the sucking of his mouth, and the swiping of his tongue. This man was a god. A literal fucking god at oral and I was almost coming undone underneath him already.

"You can cum, kitten. I won't hold it against you," Jimin teased with a wink before returning his mouth to my pussy. In a rare moment of possessing the ability to speak, I replied to his teasing with some teasing of my own. "Are you sure, daddy?," I questioned testing out the waters. Jimin rose from my pussy with a feral growl.

"Say that again, kitten, and I won't be able to control what I do next," Jimin cautioned with another flash of pink in his eyes. "I want to make you cum before I stick my clock inside you," he briefly stated before returning his mouth to my clit and flicking much faster. My walls tightened further and the familiar feeling of a mounting orgasm appeared.

The muscle of my stomach clenched as I felt my body tensing up. "You're getting so tight, baby girl", Jimin remarked before sliding his tongue into my opening. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and began pumping them into me at a pace that I didn't think possible for even a werewolf. His tongue swiped sloppy circles over my clit. "Jimin", I moaned realizing I was nearing my edge. "Jimin, I'm gonna cum," I barely managed to get out. "I'll give you permission to cum just this once," he teased.

With one final hard thrust of his fingers and an expert circle of his tongue around my clit, I came undone underneath him. "Jimin, I'm cumming!", I screamed out as my orgasm hit and my pussy clamped down on his fingers. All the tension in my body released into a mind numbing wave of pleasure that rocked my body for more than a few minutes. It was the first time in all my life that I felt like I was going to pass out from an orgasm given via oral and I had been given quite a few within my pack as a fairly coveted individual for my position of power within the pack structure.

Jimin rose from my pussy with a very satisfied look on his face. "You taste better than anything that I've ever had before and the smell is completely mind numbing. I'm glad no other guy is going to get to experience that moving forward," he said crawling up towards me. I smiled at his statement.

I was sure that his own arousal was physically killing him by now, but yet here he was taking to time to talk to me about stuff I'd already promised myself long before he'd gone down on me.

I reached for his shirt and tried pulling it over his head. He smirked at my antics. "Look at me being all rude," he joked before swiftly discarding his shirt, pants, and boxers. "The fact that you were clothed has been killing me," I admitted shyly trailing my hands along his sculpted abs and towards his giant erection. "No, kitten. You can only touch it if you suck on it," Jimin reprimanded.

A smirk crosses my face as I rose from my laying position. "Then lay down, so that I can be a good girl and suck on your cock," I replied testing the waters again. "God, you're driving me crazy with that. I honestly might have to just fucking take you right now," he groaned out almost in pain as his clock pulsated.

He laid down on the bed resting his head on his arms. The flexing of the arm that he laid his head down on sent a wave of desire through me.

I kissed the reddened flesh of the tip of his cock before taking my tongue and swirling it around the tip in circles. I continued to do this in an effort to tease him. It didn't take him long to take notice. "If you keep teasing me, I'll have to punish you," he threatened. Though a squeal of excitement found its way out of my throat, I licked his cock from the base to the tip in a slow motion as I took his balls into my hands and lightly massaged them.

I took his cock into my mouth comfortably, tasting his pre-cum. I hollowed out my cheeks and began to bob my head up and down along his shaft. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he left out in evident pleasure. "I mean I knew you'd be good, but damn, you're really really good. Way better than any I've ever had before," he remarked confirming my earlier thought that he had likely engaged in such an action with many other females already.

I didn't want to think about that, so I distracted myself by taking him deep into the back of my throat making sure to produce a choking sound. "Fuck!," Jimin let out, effectively signaling the end of his earlier thought process. I tasted more pre-cum and it encouraged me to continue.

I deep throated him again as tears pooled at the corners of my eyes from the action. The choking sound echoed much louder in the room. I continued the cycle of deep throating and sucking on his large cock. His hands found their way into my hair again as he pushed my head further down onto his cock with each deep-throat.

I was interrupted from my actions when he pulled up on my hair. " That's it. I can't take it. I have to be inside you. It's physically killing me not to be at this point," he growled out as he laid me forcefully down on the bed.

He positioned himself at my entrance and then looked down at me for reassurance. I was a little scared, this being the first time that I would actually be penetrated as per custom. I nodded my head anyway, trusting that Jimin wouldn't hurt me. I didn't know as much about him as I would have liked too, but even so, I knew that he just wasn't the type to ever intentionally hurt me. Hell, accidentally hurting me might even tear him up on the inside.

"You're a virgin right?," he asked concern apparent in his voice. I wasn't sure if he'd asked out of concern for my purity and thus the strength of the bond or out of concern for my potential look of fear. I nodded my head in response. "I can't promise to go gentle, but I will give you a little time to adjust," he said as he bent down to my lips to give me a light peck. I nodded to tell him that he was ready and he again positioned himself at my entrance.

I inhaled bracing myself. "Relax," he reassured me as he took in my demeanor. He eased himself inside and I felt my walls stretch. It wasn't painful at first and then eased himself in to about mid shaft and pain shot through me. I let out a whimper.

Jimin kissed the skin of my calf which he had now placed on either of his shoulders. He quickly thrusted the rest of himself inside of me, bottoming out. A groan of pain escaped me again. "It's all in, love. Just try to relax around it. God, your so fucking tight," Jimin stated in a husky voice.

My face blushed at the blood now staining his sheets. "Don't worry about it, love. I knew it was going to happen. Just proves that your pussy will only ever be in the shape of my cock. I'm not disgusted by it, I'm excited by it, Jimin assured me placing another kiss on my calf.

I felt myself relaxing around him, but god damn he was huge. He filled me up completely and I was a little surprised that he had been able to bottom out inside me.

"Are you ready? Because I actually swear that I can't wait any longer," he seemed to plead as he looked down at me. I nodded in response. He began to pump in and out of me slowly at first, allowing me just a little more time to adjust. I felt myself mounting toward an orgasm again and wondered if Jimin was close due to the earlier activities of my mouth that he hadn't gotten to take a rest from the affects of.

"Fuck, how am I working towards being close already?," Jimin questioned aloud. He began to pump in and out of me faster and faster as his balls slapped loudly against my ass. He stretched me further with every pump and I screamed out in pleasure. I felt my walls clench harder, my pussy growing even tighter. "Fuck", I heard Jimin hiss.

His hands found their way to my chest where he squeezed roughly with each thrust of his hips. His cock was hitting my G-spot with every thrust and I knew that I wouldn't lady much longer. "I'm going to pound that pussy now, kitten," he growled as he slammed his cock into into me with as much force as he could muster. "Ah! Jimin," I screamed out as he continued going hard, gradually picking up his pace.

He pulled my legs further up his shoulders as he continued to slam harder and harder into me, making it literally where I'd be unable to walk tomorrow. I was screaming out with each of his thrusts. My body tensed more and more with each passing second. Jimin's grunts and moans were growing increasingly more prominent with each thrust and I supposed that he might also be getting close.

"Aera, your pussy feels so fucking good and honestly I'm already getting close to cumming. Please say you're getting close too," he asked in a rare instance of insecurity. "Jimin, I am so fucking close," I answered as my body tensed more and my walls grew even tighter around Jimin.

Jimin thrusted into me with all the force he has, holding nothing back. I was sure to have bruises on my chest and thighs tomorrow from the now painful kneading of his hands and slapping of his skin. I was nearing my edge quickly.

"Area, I'm cumming!," Jimin managed to grunt out as his cock exploded sperm inside of me. The feeling of his ejaculating penis sent me over the edge as my own orgasm racked my body.

I became paralyzed for a few moments of my release and felt myself potentially slipping into unconsciousness as my orgasm passed through me. It took more than several moments for my orgasm to pass. Even after my body has calmed and Jimin had fallen down on the bed beside me, I still saw the fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. "Honestly the best I've ever fucking had," Jimin said pulling me into his chest.

"You're mine. From now until the end of time. Even though you may have known it, now everyone knows it. You're mine and I'm yours, until the end of time," Jimin remarked again lightly shutting his eyes. I smiled, elated at his statement and full of butterflies. Even though he couldn't see it, I blushed. "Until the end of time," I repeated as I too lightly shut my eyes.

I had intended to sleep as my body was exhausted from finally and completely becoming Jimin's. Life appeared to have other plans though as a searing pain shot through my body. I couldn't control the scream that ripped itself from my throat.

My whole body was on fire and not in a good way. I felt like every bone in my body was breaking one by one. I screamed again startling Jimin, who had been laying beside me peacefully. "What's wrong?!," he questioned in a panic as he sat up in bed and pulled me into him.

Though the feeling of cracking bones subsided, the skin of the back of my neck and the skin of my abdomen just above my sex  burned like they were being branded. "Jimin!," I cried out with tears in my eyes. "Make it stop," I pleased as the tears continued to fall.

I was beyond scared. Werewolves, even the females, had a high pain threshold and for this to hurt this bad considering that was scary. I'd never felt anything like it. Not even when I'd accidentally eaten Wolfsbane and was burned from the inside out when I was young.

Jimin quickly through a blanket over me and called for help. "Jin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung help!," he pleased our urgently. Within a matter of seconds, Jin and Namjoon flew into the room. "It reeks of sex in here," Jin complained before stopping his train of thought as another of my screams ripped through the air.

"What's wrong with her?," Namjoon questioned concerned. "I was hoping you could tell me," a panicked Jimin responded. Though Jin had panicked and was now fussing over me alongside Jimin, Namjoon laughed from the other side of the room.

"Why are you laughing?! Nothing about this is funny," Jimin chastised angrily. "I'm laughing because it's funny that you don't know what's going on. You just consummated the bond right?," Namjoon asked. Jimin nodded in response and tried to focus on their words l, but another sensation of being branded rocked through me. "It feels like my skin is burning Jimin!," I pleased for him in my frightened state.

"Hyung, tell me how I can help her please," Jimin said anger potentially rising as fear over my condition brought tears to his eyes. "Relax Jimin. She's getting your mark. Sometimes it'll take a little longer for the little guys you shot into her to go to work. They're reacting with her biological composition currently to leave your mark in two very important places. She should have one on her abdomen that the little guys are actually creating and one on the back that her body is creating in a mirror image of the one on her abdomen. Think about it like getting a tattoo from the inside out. That's why she's feeling the burning. It's literally being engraved into her flesh, something only we wolves do. If you look in a little, it'll match the one on the back of your shoulder," Namjoon explained all in one go with a super relaxed demeanor.

"I don't have a tattoo though?," Jimin questioned confused but slightly less worried for my immediate safety. "You didn't before you consummated. You can't feel it, but right now your own mark is becoming visible. I don't exactly know the reason behind it, but male wolf marks aren't visible until they take a mate. My guess is that the mark is intended to be more of a family centric thing, so you get it when you start your family," Namjoon answered his inquiry.

So that's why I hadn't seen one earlier? Namjoon's reference to me as Jimin's family took me by surprise. I supposed that was one correct term, but the pack was his family. I was his mate. I didn't think it possible to be considered his family until I bore his children.

"At any rate, her pain should subside within the next two or so minutes. It won't last much longer and she'll be back to her old self only with two new marks. Come on Jin, let's leave the two of them alone," Namjoon said grabbing Jin's arm and leading him out. Jin still possessed a concerned look on his face, but left with Namjoon without any voiced protest.

"I'm so glad it's just the mark," Jimin breathed out with a sigh of relief. Still in pain, I was little agitated at his thought that every thing was all good now. "It hurts like fuck. 'It's just the mark' my ass," I growled out. Jimin instantly looked sorry as he looked over at me. He took my hand gently in his hand. "I'm right here. I promise I'll stay with you until it's over," he said patting my hand.

I sent him a smile through the pain before yet another wave hit me and I squeezed down on his hand hard. I screamed out again, ready for this to all just be over. Jimin looked down at me, concern still plastered all over his face. I felt a little bad for scaring him with this.

As if my wish had been granted, the pain suddenly stopped entirely and I unclenched my hand around Jimin's. "Son of a bitch, you've got some grip strength," he remarked shaking his pained hand. "Is it over?," he asked looking at me hopefully.

"I think so," I replied sitting up in the bed. "Wanna go look at it?," he asked pointing toward the mirror in his room. I nodded my head and rose from the bed. I placed my naked form in front of the mirror to take in the beautiful mark down on my abdomen. It was a black circle that possessed black whisps curling inward towards the blank center and almost touching. It also possessed black spikes that curled outwards.

Though alien to my skin, I found it incredibly beautiful. I heard Jimin approach behind me. He lifted my hair and placed a kiss on the mark now on the back of my neck. "Look, it's exactly identical to mine," he said turning his back to the mirror. Sure enough, there, and far bigger than mine, laid the exact same tattoo taking up the majority of his left shoulder.

An incomprehensible level of happiness surged through me as I realized the gravity of what this meant. I was Jimin's from this day until my very last day. I would be a part of his pack and a part of his family. One day I would provide him with children. From this day until my last day, I would be at his side and fully under his protection.

Even though we weren't perfectly acquainted, Jimin was my home now. Where ever he was, was my home. Tears fell from my eyes as I was overcome with emotions.

"Why are you crying, love? They better be happy tears," Jimin said as his swiped his thumb across my cheeks to rid them of tears. "Of course they are," I replied as I tucked my head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist without hesitation.

"You're all mine now baby girl and I promise to protect you with everything I have. You just became the most important thing in this world to me and I don't even think that you know it," he said as he placed a finger under my chin to lift my eyes to his gaze. He planted a kiss so gentle upon my lips, almost as if he was scared that all the passion in it might break me. I readily kissed back, eager to fall into forever with him so long as I could remain forever in the comfort that his arms provided.