#and in fiction that's death so like bye

[todayisafridaynight]

one day ill stop treating aoki like he was a guy i personally knew that died but todays not that day

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

I'm trying to work through this sticky bit in changing states so like why not infodump on main but there's this theme tugging at me like... I know it's there! like jeremiah's seeing all of his extended family after years of being a "ghost" to them so I'm playing with the idea of being a phantom in the lives of others while having a very bright, ambitious life of your own... like this is a funeral! someone has died, and what does it mean when you're kind of on the periphery of it now since you're in a way not really "there" to other people? this prospect is disturbing in a way to jeremiah but I can't really tell WHY and it's sticking so badddd... but like i'm cooking with this line: "The last time he was alive to them, he was practically a child, impatient and romantic, yearning to be destroyed by something without understanding what he was asking for." <<< COOKING BUT WHAT!!!!

[threepandas]

Bad End: Hidden Heir

Next ->

The Duke's family had very distinct eyes. It was genetic. An aggressively dominant trait at that, though it tended to die off, after a few generations out of the family. Supposedly a "blessing of the Gods". Spring to be exact. Bounty and luck. And the family certainly WAS bountiful.

In all the best and worst ways.

Wealth, corruption, children and bastards. It was a family so aggressively ALIVE, it could only be Spring's blessing that made them so. Pouring mania and madness into their veins like sweet sunlight. Whispering glory and riches, into power addled ears. They burst with life. Even as they endlessly destroyed themselves.

They were fictional.

Fascinating set dressings, for the stage play of someone else's story. Unimportant beyond their role in world building. As the origin story and power base of a character lead.

The Story ITSELF didn't even occur here. But rather, in the capital. Where the players of significance had gathered.

And I? Oh I was some minor antagonist, so insignificant to the plot, I genuinely could not remember which of seven different women I actually WAS. It had been an ongoing series. Otome Isekai. Reverse harem.

And I was either in the ORIGINAL original novel, the isekai'd plot novel, the anime adaption, OR a horrifying fever dream. My memory was largely useless. But? I did remember the characters. The archetypes.

And the fact, that the author had clearly been going though a Yandere phase.

My region of the Reverse Harem collect-o-thon? Horrifying! Red flags everywhere! No one here should date, leave room for fantasy Jesus, have we considered the joys of being a NUN? Yes. Yes I HAVE thought about it.

I was pretty sure I'd never make it. End up dead or captured by some sort of Nun Yandere. Or God Yandere. Possibly both. Assuming the bandit yanderes don't get me first. It... it was very stressful, living here.

Luckily? I knew when I could leave.

Or so I thought.

Because my house? The Dukedom? Had the "yandere butler who is secretly an heir." Who starts out with loyal dog behavior. A little highly possesive master and servant play. Then rises to become a Duke. Presumably? That is when I die. Or am disowned.

Death is most likely. Since my role was "minor antagonist" and I was to be mean to the sweet, earnest, Harem possessing Protagonist. Don't see WHY I would. Live and let live. Good for her etc etc. But regardless? Best to avoid, just in case.

The problem? Who do you think Mr Illegitimate Heir serves before she gets here? The OTHER possible heirs? Of course not! They'd "oops! Hunting accident~☆" him in a heart beat. Father isn't stupid. And my sisters? Issues. Violent, violent, issues.

He ends up with ME.

Father, WHY.

Obviously, I ignore him. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Mmmmm, tea. Good book. Ignore his creepy staring. His creepy, creepy staring.

Thankfully? I never really ran out of Totally Legitimate reasons to send him away to learn or do something. Proper tea making. Door maintenance. Eastern embroidery. Something, anything, and off you go! Bye bye~☆!

Unfortunately. He got faster. Better and better at learning. Mastering skills. Coming BACK. Showing up to stand in the corner, silent and looming, like an omen of death. Those damn eyes. The fucking family eyes!

I don't have them. And NOT as, my Father would have me believe, because I "take after my Mother". But because I am not genetically related to the Duke. I have GOLD eyes. When I wear the right shade of green? I pass. So I am condemned to forever wear green. Don't even really like it much. But?

I am pretty damn sure? I was just... pretty.

A lovely, orphaned, golden eyed child that COULD pass as his. So why not? It was a whim that payed off. Unlike in the original stories, I imagine. Since I am by FAR the best behaved child in this entire house. Ha! Suck it, bio-kids, the adopted one's the favorite! Maybe should have been less lil bitchs.

....I carefully do not say.

Those are INSIDE thoughts.

Fuck. He's still LOOMING. Isn't he? Go awaaaaaay. Where is Protag-chan? Come be doe eyed and busty! Trip adorably! Go "kyaaa~" or something! I feel body heat and freeze. He's leaning over my shoulder to pick up the teapot, pour me another cup. I can FEEL the barest graze of his knuckles against my back, from where he's gripped my chair. The smell of his aftershave almost hauntingly pleasant.

Like he KNEW exactly what smells I liked most. Went out of his way to find one that best suited my preference. Coincidence. Please, PLEASE be a coincidence! I do not turn my head. Keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Barely breathing.

He steps back.

The new pot is sharp and herbal. Almost bitter. I force myself to drink. Can't see a sugar dish, and REFUSE to turn around and ask for one. Ignore. IGNORE. My pounding heart calms. My muscles slowly start to relax.

It... it IS weird, though, now that I think about it? That Protag-chan hasn't reached the Dukedom yet. She should have. God only knows I sent Creepy to the capital enough times, with enough highly specific instructions, that he should've had his meet cute's and dates by the dozen. Been half way in love. So... why...?

Huh.

Dizzy.

The taste of tea sits wrong on my tounge. I stop drinking as the world sways. Letting the cup fall from my hand. Splatter, roll, and shatter. I try desperately to stand. A gentle gloved hand catches my elbow, supporting me. I turn. Giddy eyes. Triumphant, wide, spring green eyes. Too green to be gold, too gold to be green.

An almost cruel, mocking, yet loving grin.

Another hand slides around my waist, braces me against his side. Gleeful little murmurs, too pleased to be reassuring. You. You did this! You DRUGGED ME!

I can barely move, body relaxing against my command, going limp, as he draws me close. Presses his face against the side of my head, against my temple. A deep, shuddering breathe, that he savors like wine. I try to pull free but can not. Feel his lips pull into a vicious grin against my skin. Hands begin to run in gentle, claiming, exploration.

And at last the drugs kick in... the wo..rld..

G..oes..

Dar..k........

[cerise-on-top]

ITS MEEEE HIHIIII :DDDD

Can we getttt

Valeria, Soap, König and Price with a s/o who's a medic? or someone who does like navy stuff in the military with them ? pretty pleaseee

okay thank you buh bye :3

-☁️

Hello again! I did the medic request! I hope it's alright!

Price, Soap, Valeria and König with a Medic!Reader

Price: Oh, poor you, you’ll likely be overrun with work. Price knows you’re competent, that you know what you do, and thus you’ll likely be assigned all of his rowdy boys. It’s not uncommon for Soap to get hurt doing who knows what, so he often needs to be patched up. Same for Gaz. Those two will likely become patrons of yours. Price does also believe that you getting along well with those two would be a good thing, though. After all, you’ll be protected and the lads will get patched up. However, if you complain about getting too many injured people, he’ll tell the boys to go somewhere else for the time being. Every time Price gets hurt, however, he will ask to see you. Yes, he is an adult and can take not being babied by you just once, but he becomes a bit grouchy when another medic takes care of him. It’s nice to simply have your loved one take care of you. He won’t go out of his way to get hurt to see you, but if you’re working nearby he might ask you if you’d like to grab some tea or coffee with him before you both go back to doing what you do. You, too, are always welcome to knock on his office and ask to see him, he’ll try his best to make time for you. You always work so hard, you’ve earned a nice little break. If such a thing even is possible, and you wanna come along for a mission, he’d be hesitant. Don’t get me wrong, Price loves you and he knows he and his boys are in good hands with you, but he’ll make the world stop turning entirely if something were to happen to you. Thus, even if you insist on coming along, he’ll simply give you a kiss on your forehead and sternly tell you to stay. Don’t argue with him, he’ll always find ways to get you to stay. In the end, you’ll both just end up worried for each other, no matter what.

Soap: He’s kind of stoked to find out you’re a medic for his Task Force. Soap is a diligent guy, but he can also be a bit reckless at times, ergo it’s not so uncommon for him to get hurt. Sometimes the rookies just need to be shown who’s boss, other times Ghost needs to finally realize that Soap is stronger than he looks. Sometimes Soap will hurt himself for no other reason than wanting to see you. It’s nothing severe, sometimes he’ll come see you for a cut on his finger and joke about how he’s bleeding to death, consciousness fading already. Give him a bandaid and a kiss to his forehead and he’ll be on his merry way, claiming to have found a miracle healer every time. He’s so in love with you, he makes it everyone’s problem. His, yours, Ghost’s, even Gaz keeps hearing about your “magic spells” (a kiss on his wound). You and Gaz will also become good friends throughout your career, Soap and him always spar with each other, go overboard and end up hurt. Please scold the both of them, they won’t listen to a word you said, but they’re more inclined to be careful than if Ghost were to say something. Sometimes Soap likes to compare you to fictional medics he’s heard of. And yes, he has asked you to speak in a silly German accent before. It cracks him up every time you make a reference to Medic from TF2. If you ever were to join him on a mission he would be as stoked as he’d be horrified. On the one hand, everyone gets to see how cool you are, on the other you might get shot and not survive. That’s a risk he’s not particularly willing to take. Yes, he would consult Price about it and maybe tip the scales in his favor so you won’t have to join him after all. He’d rather die himself than have you die on the battlefield. You can argue with him all you want, he’ll always say Captain’s orders if you ever wanna come along. Losing you is the worst thing that could happen to him, so he’ll do what he can to keep you alive.

Valeria: Once she figured out you’re a medic, which was likely very early on, you’ll be the only one to ever treat her wounds. She’ll likely also be the only patient you’ll ever see. Her goons can have someone else, someone less guarded who she couldn’t actually care less about. You’re all hers, you’re safe and sound with her, kinda, and you’ll make sure she does well in return. It’s a constant give and take with her. You can chat with the others if you so please, but you’re not supposed to say that you’re a medic, no matter how badly you want to help someone. Some dick could plot revenge against Valeria by taking you out first, and she will not have that happen. At best, you don’t work for her at all and work somewhere else, even if that would make seeing each other a bit more difficult. As long as you’re not working for the Mexican Special Forces, she’s content with you working just about anywhere. However, please do help her whenever you can. You’ll be the only one she trusts with just about anything medical. She has some knowledge about it herself, but yours surpasses hers. You can stitch her up all you want, as long as she’s able to walk again after a while, she’s happy. While she won’t ask and whine for one, she would appreciate it as well if you gave her a small kiss on her (not severe) wound. But only if the two of you are alone, no one needs to know you’re together. You can insist on coming along all you want, you won’t. Valeria will chuckle a bit, put your face in her hands, and tell you all the good reasons why you won’t be coming along. Absolutely no one needs to know who you are, no one needs to know in which way you’re affiliated with her. If Valeria dies on the battlefield, that’s one thing, but they won’t take you along with her, dead or alive. Your chances of coming along are zero because she’s the boss and she gets to decide who lives and who dies. You’ll live for as long as possible.

König: He’d probably be a bit surprised to see you on a KorTac base just like that, helping out. But he wouldn’t mind you being there. Like Soap and Price, if he gets injured he’ll ask to see you, even if he won’t exactly disclose what your relationship is either. You know each other, that’s all everyone else needs to know. He’d use this time to catch up with you, chat with you about anything and everything. More often than not, König is on the battlefield, risking his life for money, so it’s nice to get some downtime for once and not have to worry about getting shot. Although he knows you’re likely busy, he will try to stall for some time whenever he can, he doesn’t get to see you that often, after all. König doesn’t get hurt very often, but whenever he does, it’s usually something pretty bad. He doesn’t complain about the pain, he doesn’t whine about it either, he simply gets it treated after the mission is over. He’s broken a lot of his bones already, but they’ve healed every time. He’s not reckless per se, just not always very lucky. Most of his injuries come from his surroundings rather than his enemies. He’ll never forget the panicked look on your face when he came to you almost nonchalantly, hiding his pain as some shrapnel was stuck in his shoulder. This man’s body is littered with scars. Just take good care of him, and you’ll have yourself a happy little soldier, though. Unlike the other three, he doesn’t really see the problem with you tagging along for a mission. A good medic is always needed, no matter where you are. Sure, he’s well aware you could die, but he’s confident enough in himself to be able to protect you. Besides, you’re trustworthy and good at what you do, they’ll always need you. Just be prepared for König to be a bit clingier with you than he usually is. While he isn’t as worried about you dying, he is aware of the risks. Stays with you until the mission is over, or until another soldier he knows he can trust, such as Horangi, has come to cover you.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Introductions (2.0)

Hello and welcome, all! I've been around these parts for a while, but I felt the need to revamp my intro :)

About me:

↪ Leah, she/her/any pronouns

↪ In my early 20s

↪ Reader, writer, sometime animator

↪ Been doing martial arts for over a decade

↪Huge fan of CJ Cherryh

↪I reblog stuff from @leahpardo-pa-potato

My writing:

↪ Generally fantasy, with sides of horror

↪Posted in regular chunks of 500-1k words

↪I love tag games, esp OC ones :)

↪I do mini-series, one-shots, and novels

↪I will love you forever if you send me an ask

↪See my full list of writing here

↪I have a taglist, interact here to join!

WIPs / Longer stories

The Unwanted Visitor: (Completed)

Aida's house has been haunted by a spirit for as long as she can remember. Thing is, she's grown used to her Unwanted Visitor (or Vis, as she likes to call him). So when exorcists come after him, she does what any sane person would: protect her brother friend.

↪ Urban fantasy-comedy, very light-hearted

↪A lot of found family and sibling squabbling

↪If you like teens causing chaos, this is for you!

↪Final bit here

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl:

All Katherine wants is to eat mortal food, bask in the warmth, and be a normal schoolgirl. But when a boy begs her to help him save her parents, she finds herself fighting for her (and his) life once more.

↪Urban fantasy with a side of horror

↪ Basically an inversion of a bunch of tropes

↪My attempt at writing fantasy without mentioning magic by name

↪Latest bit here

Fast Food:

An embarrassment to his entire tribe, Hash is lazy and uninterested in anything. So, when he reaches majority, he gets unceremoniously booted out of home. Follow his adventures through Triworld, as he somehow ends up in every single single conflict across the continent.

↪High fantasy with a side of humour

↪Very heavy Lore™ and Worldbuilding™

↪ My excuse to ramble about fictional history

↪Latest bit here :)

Lich-Queen (Completed):

Iraela has all but won: the King of Ceredell and his bride are gone, the cities fallen to her army of undead, and the way to the throne cleared for her. But her coronation, and her sanity threaten to fall apart under the weight of duty. Can she hold it together until she truly becomes Lich-Queen?

↪High, dark fantasy with some horror and gore

↪Watch Ira slowly lose her mind in real-time

↪If you like cannibalism, you'll love this

↪Full thing here

The Novel™ (Mind of a Mercenary):

Luna, Terror of Garvenoi, mind-mage extraordinaire, has been caught at last. Whilst everyone celebrates, she is given an ultimatum: Be an indentured hunter for the government, or die. But when she signs on with them, she finds that perhaps death might have been a better choice...

↪ Urban Fantasy set in a Non-Earth world

↪Starring a sassy, mean-girl villain protagonist

↪Enjoy several hundred pages of Luna trying and failing to run from her duties

↪Latest snippet here (find the others on my masterlist of writing)

Finally, my taglist! If you interacted with this post/already asked me to add you, and you don't see yourself here, please remind me! I may have accidentally missed you :')

@coffeeangelinabox, @dorky-pals, @calliecwrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @shukei-jiwa

@thewingedbaron, @pluppsauthor, @cowboybrunch, @wylloblr, @possiblyeldritch @ramwritblr, @urnumber1star, @fortunatetragedy, @bigwipscholar, @ratedn

@vampirelover890, @possiblylisle, @illarian-rambling, @the-ellia-west

@finicky-felix, @evilgabe29, @glitched-dawn, @rivenantiqnerd, @dragonhoardesfandoms

@drchenquill, @everythingismadeofchaos, @owldwagitoutofyou, @dimitrakies, @beloveddawn-blog

Oh pls kill me I felt so silly doing this- Anyways bye guys hope to see y'all around don't judge me for this

[sailorrhansol]

One in the Grave | 00

❀ Pairing: Vampire!Vernon x Dhampir!Reader (f) 

❀ Summary: Immortal problems require immortal solutions, but you never expected the unlikely help from a vampire lord and the destruction that might come with it. 

❀ Word Count: 1,366

❀ Genre: Supernatural, Dystopian,

❀ Type: Unlikely allies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Chapter Warnings: Descriptions of a viral pandemic and global shutdown, depictions of sickness, death and disease, brief mentions of grief and general destruction of the world, mentions of murder and fear, a note that implies suicidal intent, collection of items that are somewhat nonsensical and not necessarily supposed to make sense

❀ A/N: I got the idea for a collection of items that show a little of the world before we dive into it, though a lot of it won't make sense until one reads further. I liked the idea of showing different sides of the event that takes place before this story with the articles, discovered notes and lab sheets, and then at the very end you see some notes to our characters that you'll find in the story later :) IT IS IMPORTANT TO KNOW I'M NOT A SCIENTIST AND SO MUCH OF THIS IS NOT ACCURATE LMAO. I know little about biology or viruses but I did try to look stuff up to be... somewhat believable.

❀ A/N 2: Huge thank you to @daechwitatamic and @eoieopda for beta reading for me and letting me plague them with this unhinged project. I love you both and I really enjoy when we three way smooch in the comments of the doc okay bye

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❀ Disclaimer 2: The names and emails in this specific chapter are not real and for the fictional purposes of this story!

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Excerpt from the New York Times

Global Shutdown Imminent as WHO Declares VAHS a Global Pandemic

Thursday, October 1, 2063

…In a historic announcement today, the World Health Organization (WHO) has declared the outbreak of Vampiric Acute Hemorrhagic Syndrome (VAHS) a global pandemic. This declaration has sent shockwaves across the globe, prompting governments and health organizations to initiate unprecedented measures in an attempt to contain the spread of the deadly virus. VAHS, a highly contagious and fatal disease, has been rapidly spreading across multiple continents, causing widespread panic and overwhelming healthcare systems. The WHO has warned that without immediate and decisive action, the virus could result in catastrophic consequences. In response to the WHO's declaration, governments around the world have announced plans for a global shutdown in an effort to curb the spread of VAHS. This shutdown will entail stringent measures aimed at reducing social interactions and limiting the movement of people in order to minimize the risk of transmission. Public gatherings including… 

Excerpts from emails at the Center for Disease Control

From: Jelena Suarez <jelena.suarez@CDC.org> To: Alison.Murphy <alison.murphy@CDC.org> Date: September 1 2063, 2:12 PM Subject: [SECURE] Report 09-01-2063-11 Mailed-by: CDC.org

Alison,

Please find the attached report as requested. Confirm receipt upon review. 

Regards,

Jelena Suarez Lead Biologist, Team 6 Center for Disease Control jelena.suarez@CDC.org

[IMAGE] Previous Report Subject 990 shows signs of degradation in cognitive condition. Lateral views of the brain demonstrate lesions in the frontal lobe. Subject shows signs of hydrophobia and increased hemorrhaging. Internal temperature remains stable at 110 Fahrenheit. Fever continues to degrade.  [IMAGE] Current Report Subject 990 experienced a spike in fever and internal organ failure. Lateral views of the brain demonstrate further decay in the frontal lobe. Subject died at 0200 and reanimated at approximately 0523, showing signs of clinical vampirism unrelated to Renfield’s syndrome.

Excerpts from the journal of Nathalie Wharton

October 20, 2063

… This isn’t like those old-school movies Mom and I used to watch when I was little. These vampires are real, and they don’t sparkle in the sunlight. Tara says that the older ones, the real vampires, don’t go crazy like the new ones do. I say they’re all the same. We’re leaving to go to the cabin tomorrow. Mom is worried that we’ll get stopped at the checkpoint and sent back because we’re technically in a quarantine zone, but Tara said the checkpoint south of the city fell last week.  There’s not much news. We’re the only family on the street now, and Tara’s radio doesn’t always work.  I’ll miss home, but maybe the woods would be nice… 

October 25, 2063

… Tara was right, there was no one at the quarantine fence south of the city. The roads remind me of those zombie movies with abandoned cars on the side, full of stuff people left. Thankfully the National Guard cleared the road on the way up north. No one has driven this way since it looks like.  Dad keeps looking for Carriers but we haven’t seen any. It’s like humans don’t even exist out here anymore. Mom says it's because all of those infected have gone to the big cities where the human population is higher.  She said Memphis collapsed last week, with no radio signal going in or out but the screams can be heard for miles.  It’s hot all the time now. The air outside makes me feel breathless like that one time we went to Florida and it makes me tired. I’m going to miss Tara but the radio said there was a breakthrough on a vaccine.  I’m so tired… 

October 26, 2063

… I had nightmares last night and could barely sleep. It is so hot in the car that it feels like my skin is on fire. Dad is making us ration our water and food. All I want is a cold shower to wash the sweat off and to not be starving. It’s just water. I just want to cool off.  We have two days until we get to the cabin…

October 27, 2063

… I hate this trip. I want to go home. It’s too hot down south and I’m hungry all the fucking time. Mom and Dad look at me like I’m crazy, but I just want to not be hungry. They won’t give me any more food.  I can’t sleep. It’s too hot. I’m too hot. Why is it so hot… 

October 28, 2063

It’s too hot to write. I just want to go home. I’m hungry. I just want more food. 

October 29, 2063

It’s so hot and I hate my fucking parents. They won’t let me eat more. I’m starving. I’m hot. It’s too hot. 

October 30, 2063

I didn’t mean to kill them.

Bloodied note in abandoned warehouse, Columbus, Georgia 

To whoever finds this note, Are humans still alive? I hope they are. If they’re not, I understand. They didn’t tell us that this would happen. They told us that it would be okay. It isn’t okay. It was never okay. They told us to stay inside and wash our hands as if that could ever stop the virus from spreading.  I’m alone now. Mom died in the first wave of the virus. Dad died a few weeks later after Mr. Johnson attacked and tore out his throat. Daniel and I made it to the quarantine center in Albany with his friends from high school, but a week after Atlanta fell the Rabids showed up and tore through the quarantine. Those older vampires - the ones not infected - they didn’t even help us. They just keep fighting each other in the big cities. Daniel died yesterday. He wasn’t even a Carrier. He just starved. I don’t have anything to bury him with, so I’m going to leave him here and hide him the best I can. The vampires won’t bother with dead blood. It’s the Rabids who will eat him but there aren’t so many away from the big cities.  I hope that Daniel forgives me for not giving him a proper grave.  I don’t want to starve like Daniel. I don’t want to keep walking either. My shoes are busted from running when we left the quarantine. I know we passed a canyon on the way here. I thought it might be a nice place to die. I’m going to go right before sunset so I can watch it one last time before I jump. I’m not afraid to-

Crumbled lab sheet in Buenos Aires, Argentina

[ORIGIN]: Bloodline, turned [NAME]: Leanna Cordova [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Vampiris

[ORIGIN]: Natural, birthed [NAME]: Manuel Onzari [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Mammalia [ORDER]: Primate [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Dhampiris 

[ORIGIN]: Fever, turned [NAME]: Leandro Trejo [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Rabidus

[ORIGIN]: Unknown, turned [NAME]: Unknown [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Canidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Canis familiaris

Ripped sheet of paper, abandoned home, Yunnan Province, China

Weaknesses:  Sunlight Stakes Holy water Beheading Batrachotoxin* Fire Chest damage  ripping out heart Carrier blood *Temporary paralysis that only affects vamplings and Dhampirs. Older Bloodline vampires seem to have higher resistance to paralysis. 

Unaddressed note smeared in blood, Seungcheol’s Blockhouse, Southwest of Black Harbor, Red Republic 

Find me, motherfucker. You owe me. -GR

Neatly folded note, Vernon’s office, The Tower, Black Harbor, Red Republic

Lord Chwe, Your request for documents regarding the sect of Grim in the Undercity has been denied by Master Archivist Ilsa per security clearance IA-45-KL7. My recommendation is to seek a writ of clearance from your Lord Father or any member of the High Council. Alternatively, I suggest seeking an audience with Lord Hong, who has extensive experience with the Grim that pre-dates the existence of the Undercity.  Yours in loyalty and service, Lead Archivist Jeon

Crumbled note, Chan’s pocket, The Tower, Black Harbor, Red Republic

I need you to steal something from the archives for me. Meet me in the Shadow Grove one minute after midnight.  -V P.S. Don’t bring Mingyu 

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[marlsswrites]

you're absolutely disgusting for glorifying fascist characters

james married lily and they would both vomit at the idea of being anything close to friendly with a death eater

Okay this is so stupid but I feel like I should speak up about this because it is HORRENDOUS.

Also really? An anonymous hate comment? Thats just sad, if you’re going to be hater at least have the guts to say it to my face.

I actually laughed when this came into my inbox. They are wizards! Fictional wizards, to clarify. We know next to nothing about regulus, james or lily! So, if i want to make a post about jegulus, i will make a fucking post about jegulus.

You can’t go around calling people fascists just because you dont agree with their opinion, it is so childish and it takes the meaning from the word.

I respect everyones opinions, you dont like jegulus? Thats fine, i respect that. You ship jegulily? Cool, I don’t massively ship it but id never hate on someone who does. You ship jily? Yay, me too! So how about you send a prompt to my inbox and ask me to write a jily oneshot, you dont need to flood my inbox with stupid hate while being anonymous! If you really want to say something, you wouldnt do it anonymously.

There is so much to this fandom, so many headcanons and so so many opinions. And everyone has the right to their opinion, I really dont give a shit that you dont like jegulus, but calling me a fascist is just so pointless.

How on earth do you want me to react? “Sorry, I will stop shipping the couple that have offered me comfort on a daily!” Or “oh wow, you’re being pointlessly stupid, that is such a good point!”

No, because at the end of the day, no one reacts like that. No one will listen to you if you act like that! If you dont support me for liking jegulus, get off my page, honest to god. If you dont like jegulus but you like wolfstar, just skip the jegulus content. Its so easy!

If you want less jegulus content on your feed, maybe stop actively searching for jegulus creators to hate on?

Jegulus brings me so much comfort, if im having a bad day I can just do some writing, or make a video, or read some more of the fanfic i was in the middle of. And you are calling me a fascist simply because i seek comfort in a couple of fictional wizards? Just let people be happy, it really isn’t difficult. And if you cant understand that, you really shouldnt be commenting on it, because you are obviously uneducated and not mature enough to be saying and speaking up about things like that.

I am literally just a another human trying to have some fun and find happiness in the things that I love, and you are some random person online who clearly only finds joy in trying (and failing) to make people feel like shit, get a life. And again, if you have a problem with this post, please DNI, hate is not wanted and is really not needed.

Anyway im off to write some more gay fanfiction about said ‘fascists’, bye!! 🫡

[regretevator-confessions]

Tws for mentions of rape threats, ableism and infantalization of a disabled character . Sorry for my first ask here being a rant :)"

Not gonna lie? I hate this fandom. It is genuinely draining to see my interest get filled with assholes who are ableist, are too obsessed with characters ( people who defend Gnarpy and also people who DONT defend Gnarpy. Like. Bro xyr is a fictional green cat you don't need to insult people over xym. ), exclusionists and clearly only there to ship.

I hate how a game I heavily enjoyed is filled with toxic assholes who will send death threats, rape threats and other things to people. Genuinely I am in my own little bubble and I will STAY THERE.

People on this app especially, with a artist I know saying that they got rape threats due to supporting lesboys and he/him lesbians.

Not to even mention how people treat Spud, Pest and Bive?? People in game hate Spud! and I think I know why [cough. Cough. It's because he's disabled.], people erase Bive, Spud and Pest's mental illness or physical illness [both in spuds case], and it's so stupid??

People only care about these characters to make them kiss eachother and, honestly, I think that its stupid and ruins the game.

People who find the headcanon of Lampert being Wallter and Mark's kid annoying are the most boring people ever, too. Let people interpret characters. Why does it annoy you. Headcanons and interpetions exist because they're separate from the characters and canon. People who make fun of headcanons, designs, etc, are all annoying.

This is the Homestuck fandom all over again.

Anyway. My final message

Treat disabled characters with respect even if the creator doesn't and enjoy your interests in whatever way you want even if its stupid cringy or projecting. Do whatever you want forever. Bye :3

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[serendihoope]

Something About You|JJK FF(1)

★Summary:"Please help me"

Y/ N is a college girl. Her life is full of bubbles.But with whom she fall in love?Does she aware about her lover's dual side?

★Genre:Mafia,smut,vio!lance, romance,Mature,idol au,fake personality,Age-Gap

★Warning:Its totally a fiction. Dont take it seriously. This work is based on author's imagination.

20 minutes later,I reached to the cafe and booked a table beside a large window that will help me to look at the outside things. There is a park beside the cafe.Little children enjoying their life at fullest and their parebts are looking at them lovingly,happily.I sighed.I wish my parents are like them.It's not that my parents dont love me but I personally dont feel that the love is real.Maybe they are run out of love?Sometimes I think they love my dead older brother more.Well,I had a older brother who was 4 years older than me.A bike accident lead him to his death when I was 14 years old.I am not jealous of him nor i dont love him.. Its like he had taken all love from my parents. After his death,my parents somehow became cold towards me and also we really dont talk with each other.Just good morning, good bye,how are you and nothing more..I was deep in my thought that I have not realized a tear rolled down from my cheek.I quickly wiped it and see that Yeji my dearest bestie is coming towards me. We hugged each other and we ordered our favourite boba tea.We were chit-chatting but suddenly my phone starts to buzz.I take out my phone from my hello kitty hand bag."What is it bro?"Yeji asked. I excitedly showed my phone towards her and she gasps."Jungkook is holding a fan meeting and it’s o-o-ffline!!??"I nodded my head. "Bro!we should apply for the fanmeeting to get a invitation cardd..Oh my goodness,we will be able to see the most handsome person Jeon Jungkook with our bare eyes!!!???" I slapped her hand playfully,"We haven’t apply for the invitation..just stop it your dramatic ass"."Then,we should apply for the invitation."we said it together and laughed.Lol,that's called telepathy. But suddenly something clicked in my head, "I dont have enough money for the fan meeting " I sadly beamed."You stupid, Don't be sad.You have me nah!I will pay for you"."Really?"Yeji nodded and flipped her hair dramatically. I laughed at her behaviour and I satrted to fill-up the forms and fulfilled their all formalities. We talked a while then we bade each other bye.We just have to wait for the approval of going to the fan meeting.Please Almighty just help us to approve it.

I came home and see the house is empty as expected my parents have gone to their respective offices.I went to the kitchen and grabbed my chocolate milk and see a sticky note is hanging on the fridge note holder.You sighed because your parents have gone to Busan for work purpose and they will come back after two weeks.Maybe they are obsessed with sticky notes, they dont care to tell me face to face.Well,why am i complaining?!

I was doing some works and suddenly my phone buzzes and what i see make me jump in excitement.Oh my goodnesss!!!!I get the invitation cardddddddd and yes yeji also get it.I have to call yeji. She will be super happy.

At Fansign Event

I am wearing a floral frock dress.There are so many armies,some of them came from another country to attend this fansign.Jungkook have come and he also have sang some of his album's songs and its really ethereal.

My turn have come to talk with Jungkook.I am feeling so much nervousness. I went infront of Jungkook and the way he smiled at me make me blush so hard.We talked for a while and he was holding my hand.Pure Euphoria. I give him his gift and bid him goodbye.I am gonna miss him.

But who knows that Y/N is going to meet Jungkook again but not in normal state but in HELPLESS state.

Y/N Pov:

 

I am heading to my home and an alley come infront of me.I really dont know about this alley but it is getting late and I have to go home.So i started walking in the alley.Suddenly a cold hand hold my wrist.I looked at the person and a shiver ran into my spine.

"Hey Babygirl,where are you going alone.Come with us,we will drop you"

The thug smirked. I started to crying.This cant be happen. Who the fuck they are!

"Leave me.I SAID LEAVE ME!"

"Awww,Babygirl get so much audacity.Hey!come here, lift her.We get our dinner."

"Yes boss".

When they come infront me.I pushed them with my all strength and started to running but they throw a middle size brick towards my head and I fell down in the road.

I started to crying more and more.One of them slapped me so hard,teared my dress sleeve. I was struggling. Suddenly my hand came contact with sand.I Quickly gathered so many sand and throw them into their eyes.

Again,I started to running.My eyes started to get blurry,my head was spinning but suddenly i came infront of a car.I fell down on the road so hardly.

Jungkook PoV:

" Anthony,did you talk with the inferno mafias?who were asking for the gu--

"What the hell Nico!?why did you stopped the car so hardly!??"

"Boss,there is a g-g-girl--

" Oh shit!Did you bump into her?

"No boss"

I get down from the car and come infront of the girl.What I heared made my eyes widen.

"Please help me "

A/N:Finally,the 1st chap of something about you is done.Please show your love and thanks for showing love to drooling 💗,the twist of something about you will start from the chap-2 and there will be another oneshot that i am working in.I will try to update it early.Thank you and Love you peps💗

[runariya]

Drive to Survive (JJK) • Chapter 4 “Call Me Baby”

pairing: F1driver!Jungkook x female race engineer!reader genre: colleagues2L, formula1!AU, racing!AU, drama, kind of fantasy/cyborg!AU fic rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: hangover after heavy drinking, cursing, Trish is a B, MC is in denial it's sad, jealous Jungkook, sweaty Jungkook, conflicts, they're both a mess word count: ~5.860

🎵 DJ ROOTS feat. CAMO, Jung Jinhyeong - BABY 🎵

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Content errors related to the sport of Formula 1 are not excluded. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

01 • 02 • 03 • series masterlist • 05

The harsh bathroom light sears every nerve from your eyes to your brain. The noise of rummaging through your cosmetic bag for painkillers echoes painfully loud inside your skull. Your throat parched and stomach queasy, you feel on the brink of vomiting, the acrid taste of last night's alcohol lingering like regret on your tongue.

You never imagined you'd find yourself in this state, insisting you could handle your drinks to Jungkook, when in reality, you've always been a lightweight. Parties were never your scene; even at family gatherings or scholar celebrations, you barely sipped champagne before calling it quits.

But Jungkook being his annoying self, you just couldn’t admit that you never really drank. Admitting it after insulting him felt unfitting. Now, you wish you could turn back time and be your boring self, instead of showing him firsthand what a liar you were.

Oh god, the thought of what you did to both him and Mingyu embarrasses you so deeply that you could cry. The idea of facing either of them without cringing internally seems impossible.

Finally locating the painkillers, you swallow two dry, unwilling to risk upsetting your stomach further with water. After brushing your teeth twice, you repeat the process three more times after your shower for good measure.

Feeling somewhat human again and able to face race day, you check your phone for the time. Thankfully, you had the foresight to set an alarm for noon before the alcohol took over, knowing the team's pre-race briefings and preparations start soon.

Since Jungkook had asked you to fetch him for the track, you knock on his hotel room door at the end of your floor shortly after. Instead of Jungkook, Trish opens the door in her sports gear, not surprising considering her role as his personal trainer and physical therapist—a necessity for peak physical condition, especially before a race.

What does surprise you is Jungkook emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist. You ignore Trish's smug look, focusing only on Jungkook's stunned expression, eyes as wide as yours as he halts his movements. Memories of catching them flirt in the past flash through your mind, but you never expected this. Naively thinking a dedicated professional like him would get sidetracked.

Your initial shock turns to disgust, then settles into a hangover-induced indifference which doesn’t waste your remaining energy. Jungkook reacts swiftly, hurrying to his closet without turning back.

"Trish, I'll need you pre-race this evening; until then, you're free," he says, his tone brisk and business-like as he moves with lightning speed..

Trish shoots you a death glare, a reaction you've grown accustomed to ignoring. The painkillers aren't doing much, and you're too drained to expend any energy on her or his antics.

"Sure, bye Jungkook," Trish replies in a falsely cheery voice that grates on your ears like nails on a chalkboard. It's a sound you never minded before, but today, under the weight of your hangover, it's too much to bear.

Jungkook steps towards you, his shirt not quite yet fully on, giving you a peek of his abs. “I’m ready, let’s go.”

You’re impressed by his speed in getting dressed but say nothing as you turn around and walk down the corridor, Jungkook falling into step beside you. His presence is both comforting and a bit unnerving, considering last night’s events.

“Are we going to speak about the night before?” Jungkook smirks, his voice tinged with playful curiosity.

“About me, no. About Mingyu, yes.” You say curtly. “We were right, something’s fishy about him.”

Jungkook watches you expectantly, his interest piqued. 

“When I touched his neck, I could feel something metallic. He said it was his necklace, but it didn’t feel like it. It was too wide for that. And his thigh also felt strangely firm,” you explain, your voice steady but low.

“So that’s why you wanted to touch my thigh that bad,” Jungkook realises, his face falling a bit.

You send him a sharp side-eye, not wanting to entertain memories of your drunken behaviour. His comment doesn’t sit well with your pounding headache and the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.

As you step outside, the heat hits you like a wall. The sun is merciless, blinding you momentarily. You fumble in your purse for your sunglasses, feeling the full force of your hangover returning. The sweltering humidity wraps around you, amplifying your discomfort. Fortunately, the paddock is only a few steps away, your hotel situated conveniently in the heart of the track.

"It'll be best to keep our assumptions about Mingyu between us until we gather enough evidence that something's off."

Jungkook hums in agreement, but after a short silence, not respecting your boundaries as usual, he starts. „You know, you looked kinda jealous back there.“ 

You’re not sure where this question comes from and why he likes to turn every conversation of yours around without warning. After yesterday, when you crossed the line left and right, you can’t blame him for his boldness. His question hangs in the air, a challenge you’re not ready to face. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for a reaction.

„Of who? Trash? TRISH! I mean Trish.“ Your voice trails off. Could this day be any worse?

„So you were jealous of her being in my room.“ The smile he sends you is brighter than the sun burning down on you. „You’re wondering if we fuck, aren’t you?“

��Ewww, no. Why would I?“ You scrunch your nose in disgust. „You’d basically be sleeping with a prostitute if that were the case.“

„Why are you disgusted? She’s not a prostitute. I bet you’d want a piece of this.“ He thrusts his hips playfully.

„First, again, ew. Second ,could you please stop obsessing over me? And third, even if your physiotherapist is a 50-year-old hairy man named Barry, it would still be prostitution.“

„What? No, why?“ He looks genuinely shocked.

„Because you’re paying her, Jungkook.“ You sigh, wondering why he can’t see the point.

„I’m paying you too, so it’s no different.“ 

„No, the team’s paying me because I’m their employee as much as you are. We’re basically colleagues. But she’s employed by you. It’s you who’s paying her to do god knows what.“ You try to reason.

„So you’re saying you’re not into boss-employee roleplay but into forbidden love affairs between colleagues?“ 

„I’m into these data I’m carrying with me. And I’m absolutely into you…“ You stop to face each other, patting his chest firmly which feels solid under your palm, the heat radiating from his shirt. „…into you winning this race so you stop being a little shit and start seeing me as a necessity for your career, not your fantasies.“

„So you do like me, at least.“ He beams, as you shake your head incredulously and start walking again. Just to rile him up a bit more, you say loudly, not looking back “Not the point, JK. You aren’t my type.” 

„WAIT! What’s your type?“ Jungkook calls out behind you, but his question hangs in the air as you step into the meeting room, leaving him without an answer.

The unbearable heat clings to everything, even though it's evening. The Singapore track feels more like an oven. Despite the oppressive humidity, the crowd's energy is electric, cheering and full of anticipation as the drivers get ready. Jungkook, focused and determined, slips into his car in his black driver’s gear, the familiar routine calming your nerves.

"Radio check, Jungkook," you say, your voice steady despite the anxious flutter in your chest. "Make sure to tell me if the heat gets to you."

"Copy that," Jungkook responds, his voice crackling through the radio. "I'll keep you posted."

The formation lap goes smoothly, with Jungkook settling into his position at P2, just behind Mingyu on pole, with George at P3. As the cars line up, the tension in the air is palpable, and the lights go out, signalling the start of the race.

The first half of the race is a tough battle. Jungkook and Mingyu fight relentlessly for the first position, their cars almost touching at times. The narrow track and sharp corners lead to multiple crashes, and the safety car slows down the race three times. Each restart brings a fresh wave of excitement, but also a gnawing fear of more accidents. The harsh artificial lighting casts long shadows on the uneven track, making every lap a challenge.

"Jungkook, how are you holding up?" you ask through the radio as the race nears the halfway mark. The sweltering heat and relentless pace are taking their toll on everyone.

"I'm starting to feel it," Jungkook admits, his voice strained. "The humidity and heat... it's rough."

"Remember to drink," you instruct, your own sweat tingling down your back even though you’re only sitting at the pit wall. "Take deep breaths. Let's do some breathing exercises."

Jungkook follows your lead, and you guide him through a series of deep, calming breaths. The brief moment of respite seems to help, but as he pushes closer to Mingyu, his aggression increases. You can hear the tension in his voice as he curses and see it in his driving.

"Don't push too hard," you warn him. "We can't afford a crash. Stay focused."

The race's brutal conditions continue to take their toll. The uneven track and glaring lights make it a test of endurance as much as skill. You can sense Jungkook's frustration and exhaustion, and the data shows heavy tyre degradation.

"Jungkook, pit this lap," you command. "Your tyres are short. Be careful with the pit lane entry."

Jungkook protests, his voice interrupted by rapid breathing through the radio, "I can stay out a bit longer. I can push." 

But you insist, your tone firm and unwavering, "Jungkook, you need to pit now. Trust me on this."

"Copy," Jungkook replies reluctantly, guiding his car into the pit lane with precision. The pit stop is clean, a well-oiled machine of teamwork, and Jungkook retains his position.

As the race enters its final lap, over two hours since the start, Jungkook makes a daring attempt to overtake Mingyu. But just as he closes in, Mingyu seems to flip a switch, pulling away with inhuman speed and precision. The checkered flag falls, and Jungkook crosses the line in second place, a respectable finish given the conditions.

Jungkook staggers out of his car, every step a testament to the gruelling battle he has just endured. With a trembling hand, he removes his helmet, revealing flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Sweat pours off him in rivulets, soaking through his racing suit and plastering his hair to his forehead. His face, usually so composed and confident, is now a mask of sheer exhaustion, etched with the strain of the race. He sinks to the ground beside his car, his body sagging against the tyres as he heaves for air, each breath coming in laboured gasps. The team quickly surrounds him, offering words of congratulations, clapping him on the back and shoulders, their voices a murmur of encouragement in the otherwise noisy paddock. Despite their enthusiasm, it's clear that Jungkook is too drained to fully register their praise, his focus entirely on regaining his breath.

You spring up from the pit wall, heart pounding with a mix of relief, that he didn’t crash in one of the most challenging tracks, and worry about his condition. Clutching a mini fan and a water bottle, you weave through the throng of people, your only thought to reach Jungkook. As you approach, you see the weariness etched into every line of his body, the toll of the race evident in the way he slumps against his car. Squatting down in front of him, you offer him the water while pointing the fan into his face, your movements gentle and careful. Jungkook takes the water bottle with a nod of gratitude, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he tilts his head back to drink. The cool water seems to revive him slightly, his shoulders relaxing a fraction as the liquid soothes his parched throat. His eyes, filled with deep gratitude, convey a silent thank you as he gulps down the water. You hold the fan closer, the soft whirring noise a comforting background to the chaotic sounds of the paddock. For a moment, it's just the two of you, a quiet island of calm in the midst of the bustling team.

It’s Wednesday after the intense Singapore race, and you find yourself back at the Mercedes headquarters. The familiar surroundings and mild climate offer a much needed reprieve from the recent weekend. You’re thankful that the media didn’t capture any candid photographs of your drunken state. However, more and more articles have begun to speculating about Mingyu, despite his newcomer status in the Formula 1 scene. He’s already proving to be a polarising figure, drawing both admiration and criticism alike.

You’re chatting with George in the corridor leading to your office, sharing a laugh about the sweltering heat of the last race and his commendable fourth-place finish. Suddenly, Jungkook strides over, a frown etched on his face. 

“Why do I always see you flirting with others and not working?” Jungkook's voice cuts through the conversation like a knife.

You turn to him, irritation bubbling up. “Let me breathe,” you reply, perplexed by his accusation. Flirting? The very idea is absurd. You’ve never flirted with anyone at work, least of all with George. If you'd ever flirted with someone, it was with Jungkook and Mingyu when you were drunk, which, in your opinion, doesn’t count. Your discussion had been purely professional.

George, equally perplexed and visibly annoyed, steps in to defend you. “That’s not nice, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook, taking it personally, barks back at George, “What? It’s true!”

“It’s not,” you argue simultaneously with George, who adds, “You’re the biggest hypocrite in this building. Talk to you later, ___.” With a shake of his head, George turns and walks away, leaving you to deal with Jungkook’s irrationality.

George calling Jungkook a hypocrite strikes you as true. You’re sick of seeing him flirt with everyone, a behaviour that’s become painfully obvious over time. It baffles you how such a talented driver, admired by millions, constantly seeks artificial validation from the women around him. The disparity between his public persona and his private neediness repulses you a bit, making it hard to reconcile the two images of him in your mind.

“What’s your problem?” you demand, turning fully to face Jungkook, your anger causing you to step closer.

“There’s no problem,” he retorts, looking down at you, unyielding.

You feel your frustration rising, pushing you to get into his face. “Of course there is. What’s with you?”

Jungkook’s tone turns taunting, “Why are you talking to him?”

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “Why wouldn’t I? He’s our colleague!”

“You’re my race engineer!” Jungkook nearly shouts, his voice echoing through the hall as he points to his chest. 

Matching his volume, you counter pointing in the direction of where George disappeared, “And his is Joongki, so what’s your point?” The silence that follows confirms what you already suspected: Jungkook is being entirely unreasonable. He’s not capable of having a normal conversation with you right now. “You’re unbelievable, Jungkook, truly. Don’t talk to me until you can speak to me like a normal person.”

You turn to head back to your office, needing to distance yourself from his erratic behaviour. Just as you’re about to leave, Jungkook calls after you, “I never slept with her!”

His words make you pause. They shouldn’t cause the wave of relief that surges through you, but they do. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. Despite the satisfaction you feel from his revelation, you know you need to maintain your distance. The last few days have taken you into dangerous territory, and this conversation, along with his unreasonable mood swings, is testament to it. Without turning back, you give the only response you can muster. 

“I don’t care.”

The week continues in a tight dance between maintaining a professional distance and befriending Jungkook, the fight of last week forgiven but not forgotten. You’re torn between setting boundaries as sturdy as possible and letting him get near, something that’s inevitable and necessary as his race engineer. Hours working together and the trust and friendship needed between you not leaving much room for being distant for a long period of time. So when the second week in Brackley arrives and there’s only four days to the next race weekend this time in Monaco, you find yourself with Jungkook in the briefing room discussing the coming weekend.

“It’s looking clear on Saturday and Sunday, Friday a little bit of rain, but I’m not convinced of the weather forecast,” you report, studying the weather data on the screen.

“Hm, I need to nail the qualifying regardless of the weather. I won’t be able to overtake much on this track,” Jungkook responds, his gaze serious as he contemplates the upcoming challenges, swivelling in his seat left to right. 

“Yeah…I’ve been calling some contacts of mine.” You change the topic now that all is set, playing with your pen while seated across from Jungkook. His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next move.

“I’m trying to get the telemetry data for Mingyu’s heart rate and performance data for potential anomalies during the last race.” you explain, noticing Jungkook’s concern flicker across his face.

Jungkook nods thoughtfully. “Make sure this stays undetected and we stay safe.”

You reassure him with a small smile. “Don’t worry, I know how to navigate these waters discreetly.”

Just then, a knock on the door interrupts your discussion. A tall, buff man with light brown hair and trainers enters the room. You’re momentarily caught off guard by his presence and find yourself subtly mesmerised by his appearance. He walks further into the room, standing tall before the table, “Hey, I’m Kim Namjoon. Jungkook’s new personal trainer and physiotherapist.” Jungkook looks visibly annoyed at your reaction. 

Gathering yourself enough to extend your hand to shake Namjoon’s, you introduce yourself airily. His hand is big and warm, his demeanour welcoming despite Jungkook’s evident displeasure. Namjoon then turns to Jungkook unfazed “You ready for your training session?”

Interrupting Namjoon, you turn to Jungkook with curiosity. “Wait, where’s Trish?”

Jungkook grumbles in response, “I fired her.”

Your features light up with surprise, momentarily betraying your intrigue. You turn to Namjoon, your smile bright like a tree on Christmas. 

“Namjoon, could you please wait outside for a second? I need to talk to her in private.” Jungkook says with barely concealed hostility.

“Sure, no problem.” Namjoon replies, sending you a dimpled smile as he exits the room.

As soon as the door closes behind Namjoon, Jungkook whisper-shouts at you, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, let me live. He’s a snack.” you remark casually, rolling your eyes as you gather your things with a smirk.

“And I’m a five-star Michelin. Eyes up here, dwarf,” Jungkook retorts sharply, pointing to his face.

“Pardon?” You look up at Jungkook, taken aback by the insult he has used since day one.

“You heard me. Stop flirting with my physio!” Jungkook gestures towards the closed door as you both round the table, now standing before each other, closer than colleagues normally would.

“I didn’t even say anything to him! And five-star? You can only achieve three, genius,” you tease lightly, a grin playing on your lips as your eyes meet his.

“Not the point, ___,” Jungkook groans, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

“But he’s cute,” you playfully pout with a sweet voice.

Jungkook pushes his tongue against his cheek in annoyance, not seeing the fun in your conversation.

“Okay, okay. I’ll behave, pinky promise,” you concede half-heartedly.

“Where’s your pinky?!” Jungkook hisses, clearly exasperated.

“Oh, you’re for real? I should really stop flirting with him?” you ask with genuine surprise, tinged with a hint of sadness.

Jungkook’s glare sends shivers down your spine. Reluctantly, you hold out your pinky to Jungkook.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises you, causing you to blush furiously as he starts teasing again. “Oh, you’re into praise now?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to tease you again, his eyes lighting up as yours did minutes ago. 

“I’m so done with you, it’s not even funny anymore.” You grumble as you walk to the door.

“What? No need to be pissed now. I just made it clear that he’s mine and you’re mine…”

Interrupting Jungkook, you seize the opportunity to turn the tables yet again. “Yours now, you say?”

Jungkook turns red, his face and ears lighting up like neon signs in the dark. Your laughter echoes through the room as you reach for the door handle. “So you’re the possessive kind. Oh, this day is gold.”

As you walk out the door, you bid Namjoon a quick goodbye in passing. Sensing his gaze on your back, it’s Jungkook’s angry and hushed voice behind you that confirms what you assumed.

“Stop staring at her ass or you’re fired.”

You sit pensively in front of the pit wall in Monaco beside Joongki, the lingering rain from Friday's training session still a fresh memory. Despite the weather's unpredictability, your strategic tyre choice for Saturday's qualifying paid off remarkably well. Just like in Singapore, Mingyu's performance surpassed expectations, effortlessly outpacing Jungkook's best time by a significant margin, securing pole position while Jungkook settled again for P2. 

You spent the entirety of last night navigating the delicate balance of calming Jungkook's frustrations and ensuring fair play regarding Mingyu's achievements until you find clear evidence against him. You tried to reason with Jungkook, also urging him not to get sidetracked by Mingyu and to stay focused on himself, especially during the race.

This morning, amidst the usual pre-race bustle, you managed to obtain Mingyu's telemetry data, a critical piece for understanding his performance. However, your primary focus remained on Jungkook, keeping him cantered and motivated amid the mounting pressure. Despite the distractions, you made a mental note to review Mingyu's data thoroughly back at headquarters to uncover any insights that could confirm your suspicion about him. The responsibility weighs heavily on you as Jungkook’s race engineer, balancing technical analysis with the delicate task of managing Jungkook's competitive spirit.

In a quiet moment before any preparations started, your curiosity led you to sneak into the RedBull paddock, where you noticed something peculiar about Mingyu's racing gear. Hidden metallic knobs on the inside of his suit's back caught your attention, prompting you to discreetly snap photos with your phone. The implications of such modifications could be significant, potentially raising questions about regulatory compliance. 

Just as you neared some more equipment, someone suddenly approached, forcing you to quickly and quietly make your exit. You found it frustrating because you were certain there was more potential evidence to uncover. Regardless, you surprisingly discovered that running silently in heels was actually possible—something you never thought could be done, but you proved yourself wrong.

Amidst the buzz of the race day morning, you reflect on the meticulous planning and unforeseen discoveries that define your role by now. The intense rivalry between Jungkook and Mingyu fuels the atmosphere, requiring not just technical prowess but also astute observation and strategic manoeuvring. With Mingyu unexpectedly claiming pole position, the stakes are higher than ever, especially since a win for Mingyu today would mean he’ll surpass Jungkook in points. This demands your full attention and expertise. As you glance over Mingyu's telemetry data and the photos of his modified racing gear on your phone, you brace yourself for a day of strategic decisions and calculated risks, knowing that each move could tip the scales in favour of Jungkook's success or unravel amidst the fierce competition.

"Radio check." Jungkook's voice echoes in your ears, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you look up to the screen, which shows that the formation lap has already started.

"That's my line!" You joke, but deep down, you're grateful that Jungkook has woken you from your thoughts.

"Thought we'd try something new." He laughs lightheartedly back, settling into P2 as one by one, the cars line up for the Grand Prix of Monaco.

"Jungkook, stay sharp at the start. Remember, turn one can be chaotic. Lights out in five, four, three, …" Your voice crackles through the radio as Jungkook's car roars off the grid. The narrow streets of Monaco funnel the pack into a tight formation. Jungkook is right behind Mingyu, hugging the inside line, the screech of tyres echoes through the city.

Your attention is divided between Jungkook and Mingyu. There's something about Mingyu that always seems a bit off—his performance is almost too perfect. "Stay sharp and close to Mingyu," you advise Jungkook, watching as they both head into the tight Sainte Dévote turn. Mingyu's car glides through with a precision that raises your suspicions. The narrow streets and close barriers of Monaco heighten the tension, but Jungkook is managing well, matching Mingyu's pace. As they approach Mirabeau, you can’t help but notice how Mingyu seems to pull away with an ease that feels unnatural, fuelling your doubts.

"Clean start, Jungkook. Focus on warming up those tyres. Next is the climb to Massenet. Remember, it's all about rhythm here."

"Got it," Jungkook responds, his voice steady and focused.

At lap ten, Jungkook navigates the descent carefully, deftly manoeuvring through the narrow streets. The barriers seem to close in this time, but he threads the needle with precision. 

"Great job through Casino Square, best one this race so far. Keep it tidy through Mirabeau. There's debris on the track, watch for it."

"Copy that. The car feels good," Jungkook replies, his confidence evident.

As Jungkook navigates turns 5 to 7, tackling one of the slowest corners in F1, you seize the moment to praise him, aiming to keep his spirits high even in the early stages of the race.

"Nice and smooth through the Grand Hotel Hairpin. Good work. Watch your exit at Portier, it's critical for the tunnel."

"Got it," Jungkook affirms.

As Jungkook enters the tunnel, the car's sound changes, a low thunder reverberating against the walls. Emerging into the blinding sunlight at the Nouvelle Chicane, he hits the brakes hard, downshifting rapidly while maximising the exit speed through the left-right chicane. 

"Beautiful through the chicane. Now keep it clean through Tabac and prepare for the swimming pool section."

"Understood. I'm on it," Jungkook confirms.

Mid-race, a tense moment unfolds as Charles Leclerc of Ferrari and Valtteri Bottas of Alfa Romeo get too close, leading Valtteri to hit the barrier in a tight corner. The impact ruins his car, forcing him to drop out of the race. From the chatter on the Alfa Romeo radio, you quickly gather that his race is over.

"Yellow flag, sector two. There's been an incident at the swimming pool. No overtaking until it's clear."

Jungkook's pace steadies as he approaches the caution zone. Marshals wave flags, signalling the caution.

"Slow down and be ready to stop if needed. Once you're clear, push again."

"Will do. I see the flags," Jungkook acknowledges.

The wreckage of Alpha Romeo is cleared quickly, and the track returns to green.

"Green flag, go, go, go! You're clear."

Some laps pass when Jungkook dives into the pits as you call, "Box, box, box!" The team swarms the car, changing tires with lightning speed.

"Good stop. You're back out in clean air. Push now, this is your chance."

"I'm on it. Let's make this count," Jungkook says with determination.

Mingyu exits the pits just as Jungkook flies by, a perfect undercut.

"You're in the lead! Great job. Now let's manage the pace and protect those tyres."

"Yes! I'll keep it smooth," Jungkook replies, a hint of excitement in his voice.

On lap 25, you receive word from the engineers stationed at HQ in Brackley that rain is on its way.

"Weather update: slight chance of rain in the next 15 minutes. Stay focused and let us know if you see drops."

The tension builds as dark clouds gather over the Mediterranean. Jungkook's visor reflects the changing light as he continues to push.

"Will do. I'll keep you posted," Jungkook assures.

The rain reports come in, and you prepare for the inevitable pit stop, but you keep a close eye on Mingyu's performance. "Rain reported at the back of the circuit. How's the grip?"

"Starting to get slick in a few spots," Jungkook replies.

"Copy that. Be prepared to switch to intermediates if it gets worse."

The first drops hit the circuit, making the already treacherous streets even more perilous. Soon the drops start falling quicker, but not quite poring yet, you notice Mingyu's car handling the slick conditions with an almost uncanny stability. Despite the worsening weather, Mingyu’s pace doesn’t falter, making you wonder if there’s something more to his setup. Every lap, as the rain intensifies, your suspicion grows, but you focus on guiding Jungkook through the treacherous conditions.

"Box for inters, box for inters," you call.

Jungkook pits smoothly, the team executing a flawless tyre change.

"Good stop. Now careful on the out-lap. Conditions are tricky."

Jungkook's car skates slightly as he exits the pits, but he controls it expertly, finding the grip. "Got it. I'll take it easy," Jungkook says.

"How are the tyres now?" you ask.

"Feels good. Better grip now," Jungkook responds, his voice calm.

"Excellent. Mingyu is close behind, try to extend the gap."

As Jungkook pushes his car to its limits in the intensifying rain, you watch with heightened alertness, poised to make split-second decisions as needed.

"Rain is getting heavier. Stay focused. You're doing amazing."

It’s three laps later when the visibility drops as the rain intensifies even more, but Jungkook's precision remains unmatched. He navigates the treacherous turns with skill, maintaining his lead.

"You're handling this perfectly. Keep it up."

"Thanks, babe. Staying sharp," Jungkook replies.

There’s a momentary silence that stretches across the whole team, only interrupted by a few giggles. You’re taken off guard by the pet name Jungkook throws your way, more than sure it was an accident. The only response needed is something that’ll keep the media off your back. So, comparing yourself to the little pig named Babe comes to mind. 

“I told you to stop calling me that pig. I’m not that short.” You force a laugh through the radio, hoping Jungkook catches the wink.

“Not going to happen, oink oink,” you hear Jungkook cringe in his voice.

It hurts listening to this conversation, and you mentally face-palm yourself. This will be the talk of the whole paddock and the media.

Nearing the end of the race, there’s another incident. This time, it’s Lando Norris of McLaren who touches the barriers. Despite the contact, Lando manages to keep driving slowly, and from the chatter on the McLaren radio, you gather that he'll be able to continue.

"Full course yellow. Safety car deployed. Slow down and maintain position."

A collective breath is held as the safety car gathers the field. 

"Okay, safety car is in this lap. Get ready for the restart."

"Ready. Let's do this," Jungkook responds, his hands steady on the wheel. 

"Green flag. Go, go, go!"

Jungkook accelerates smoothly, pulling away from the pack. The rain continues to fall, but he keeps control, dancing through the puddles.

"Perfect restart. Gap to P2 is 2.1 seconds."

"Got it. I'll keep pushing," Jungkook affirms.

"Five laps to go. Keep it steady, Jungkook. You're almost there."

The rain eases slightly, but the track remains wet. Jungkook's concentration never wavers. "Just bring it home now."

"Understood. Almost there," Jungkook replies.

"Three laps. Gap is stable. Don't take any risks."

Jungkook's car glides through the final turns, the roar of the crowd growing louder.

"Got it. Staying cautious," Jungkook confirms.

As Jungkook enters the final lap, you find yourself perched on the edge of your stool, nerves taut with anticipation. "Final lap. You’ve got this."

As the final lap begins, the tension is at its peak. Jungkook leads, driving with the same precision and focus he’s shown all race, but Mingyu is right on his tail, a constant, unnerving presence. Your suspicions are confirmed when, in an almost superhuman move, Mingyu dives into the tight Rascasse turn with a speed and control that defy belief, overtaking Jungkook with a maneuver that seems impossible.

"What the... How did he do that?" Jungkook exclaims, livid, while you and the team look on with open jaws. 

"Stay calm, Jungkook. Focus on maintaining position. Don’t ruin the car," you urge, trying to keep his mind in the game. It would be catastrophic if Jungkook were to crash his car in the final lap due to his anger-induced lapse in concentration.

Jungkook pushes hard, but Mingyu's car is now in front. He navigates the remaining turns with impeccable skill, but there's no chance to retake the lead.

As Jungkook crosses the finish line in second place, the team cheers for the podium finish despite the shock of the last-minute overtake.

"Jungkook, incredible drive. P2. We still made the podium," you say, concealing your own dropping miss with pride in your voice.

"Thanks, team. That was unreal. We'll get him next time," Jungkook replies, his voice dripping with irritation.

"Absolutely. Great job out there. We'll celebrate this one and come back stronger."

The crowd's cheers blend with the sound of the engine as Jungkook takes his cool-down lap. 

As you navigate the bustling paddock after the award ceremony, your mind already drifting towards the upcoming debriefing with the team, a reporter intercepts your path. He insists on an interview, thrusting a microphone towards you with an air of urgency. Knowing that declining on live camera could escalate matters, you reluctantly agree. Keeping your composure, you suppress the nerves threatening to rise within you and prepare to face the inevitable scrutiny of the media.

 "So, during the race, there was a moment where Jungkook called you 'babe' over the radio. Can you shed some light on that?"

"Ah, yes, Jungkook often uses playful nicknames for all of us on the team. It’s his way of keeping things light and maintaining the good mood under pressure. There’s really nothing more to it than that."

"But some spectators and fans are speculating if there might be something romantic brewing between you two. What would you say to that?"

You stay polite, your media smile in place, "Oh, you know how rumours can spread. Jungkook and I have a great professional relationship, focused entirely on our work here in Formula 1. The only love story I’m interested in at the moment is the one with my data." You gesture towards your tablet in your hand with a light chuckle only reserved for situations like this. 

As you thank the reporter and head towards the debriefing area, you catch sight of Jungkook caught up in his own interview. He nervously scratches his neck, laughing and stealing glances in your direction. Under your breath, you mutter, "Fucking idiot."

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[theesirenteller]

Reaper's Crow. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 ☞

Chapter One

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"Well I figured it was about time you got a lady friend. She's fine now. No need to drain her eyelid again, it's all cleared up. Just have to continue to ice the bruise. Once her ribs heal up she'll be ready to get up and move again. What's her name?" 

"Bye Doc." 

"Aw come on-"

"Don't let the door hit you on your ass on your way out." The Reaper said sharply in his low, guttural throat. A Marlboro cigarette soon nuzzled between his pink lips. The flick of his lighter clicking as he flamed it on. The warm golden hue kissed the edge of the tobacco stick that caused smoke to dance in the air.

The elder doctor scoffed with an eye roll before grabbing his medical bag and making his way out the bedroom. Running his hand through his salt and pepper hair as he rushed down the narrow staircase and quickly rushed out the front door. 

The loud bang of the slam lock and door shaking from its hinges caused the bedridden woman to flinch and awaken. Her heavy eyes slowly opened. The dull gray midafternoon light peaked in from the black curtains causing her sensitive eyes to squint a few times before she had opened them once again. Her blurred vision began to clear as she looked around. The room, from what she could see─was modestly sized. Big enough to fit the medium sized dresser and bed she laid in along with a chair. A chair someone was sitting in. A giant man dressed in layers of black clothing was sitting in. He sat so casually smoking his cigarette as he watched her. His large, muscular thighs overflowed on the seat, making it appear smaller than him. The two eyed one another with emotionless expressions and unsure eyes. She recalled the night she saw him and suddenly her eyes grew wet. Her lower lids formed tear droplets as her lips pursed. "Who are you?...I-I don-t-t know anything", her voice horse as she strained words together.

She had first been met with silence. "I didn't save you to ask you questions, kid. I didn't come there for you." His voice was like liquid midnight. So sultry, so smokey. The words glide off his lips like butter and drew her in like a piperman's lullaby. When he stood up from his seat he made the room appear smaller than what it already was. The Reaper's appearance exuded strength as he was very muscular and tall. With the neck and shoulders of a wide receiver football player. Thick, golden eyebrows that were quite bushy and gave his icy blue eyes an intensely destructive look. He was made to destroy based on looks alone. His large hand grasped a bottled water off of the top dresser beside her bed and with ease he popped the top off. Luckily, she was laid upright so it came easy to pass it to her for nourishment. "What's your name?", The death dealer asked as he watched her take sips.

"I don't have one." She whispered after moving the plastic bottle from her lips. 

"Come on, Everyone's got a name." He replied roughly with smoke flowing behind his words.

"Whore." She kept her eyes on the bottle. "It's what I've been called since I could talk…I don't have a name unless that's it."

His left hand cupped her jaw. His hand was warm and rugged as he lifted her head with a careful touch as her eyes set on him. His left eyebrow raised "Explain. From the beginning. From your beginning."

The battered woman had a ghostly look flash across her face. Like a broken china doll. "I was created at a Hen house. A Hen house is where men pay to get 'custom whores'. Nobody can file a missing person's report or care about someone who doesn't exist in the rest of the world. Women are housed in large houses to get impregnated, those are called 'Breeders'. And the babies are sold off to whichever client pays for it. Some get sold at birth and some at different ages…all depends on what the client wants." Her lips turned to a frown before she took another drink of water.

"I came to my master very young. I don't know how young b-but i've serviced him since before i spoke my first word." She admitted. 

The woman's revelation─or girl he couldn't even be sure of, made his blood boil. His fists clenched tightly, so tight that his nails dug deep into his flesh enough to leave dents. The Reaper didn't reject killing Stolbatch. He only regretted not making the process longer. There wasn't much chivalry in his job but this was the closest he'd gotten to it in a longtime. Her sullen voice broke him out of his inner thoughts. "What'd you say?" he asked in a softer tone. More husky.

"I asked your name. You said everyone's got one." She replied.

"Reaper." He moved from his spot near the dresser and made his way towards the door. "You've been asleep for about a week now. I'll get you something to eat. Pain's gonna kick in soon and you'll be needing your meds." 

"Reaper." She called out from behind him, causing the giant man to stop in his tracks and turn his head to the side, "Thank you." her voice grew shaky as she fought back tears. 

He said nothing but nodded his head before leaving.

 It carried on similar to their first meeting for the next two weeks. She barely saw him unless he was bringing her soup and crackers or coming in with medication. Other than that Reaper was gone the majority of the time. He was a man of little words. He barely spoke more than a sentence at a time. She didn't mind it. The woman was settling into her own reality of being free. Whatever that meant. She didn't know. 

Today was dreary. Wherever they were it was cold. Cold and wet. The sky was shaded dark gray and raindrops danced against the window. Feeling stronger than she had weeks ago, The bushy-haired girl sat in the chair Reaper would usually sit at. Instead this time she had moved it closer to the window. Dressed in a plain white long-sleeved cotton teeshirt that fit her a few sizes to big, Her large breasts kept it from spilling off her shoulders, a pair of grey joggers warmed her lower half with long black socks, A heavy fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she sipped on her sweet, hot beverage. Hot chocolate. Her thick afro sat on her shoulders and warmed her collarbone and neck like a warm scarf. 

"Dont'cha think it's about time you picked out a name for yourself, kid?" His baritone voice sparked behind her. 

"How about kid since you already called me that?" She replied with a squeaky tone.

Reaper chuckled and shook his head as he edged closer. "More like Mouse would suit you better." he muttered. He then took a seat on the edge of her bed beside her chair. Hunched over with his elbows on his knees as he ran his hands through his golden hair. Today, he was dressed in a pair of faded black jeans, bulky leather buckle boots that were stained with gruff dirt stains, and a black wool cardigan that hugged his large muscles perfectly, "Look at me…in the eye this time." 

Biting at her puffy bottom lip, she slowly turned her head and looked at him. She found it difficult to look into his eyes for too long. A fuzzy warm feeling would form in the center of her chest.  A heavy weight would form in her stomach that felt like a brick. Her palms grew sweaty. Her obsidian eyes stared into his bright sapphire ones before she narrowed her attention on the gray hairs that peaked out from his honey-toned beard.

"Scout." 

"Scout?" She repeated with an unsure tone. Popping her lips a few times as she repeated it. 

"Fuck, that's shit…uh…",His eyebrows knitted together as he curled his lips into a frown. "How about Birdie? Like free as a bird."

"I like Scout." She said quickly as she sat up straight. "Cookies…There were these cookies and I remember they were called girl scout's cookies. I used to eat them a lot."

"Okay." A smirk fell across his lips, "Nice to meet you Scout."

She smiled at him in return, "Nice to meet you Reaper."

The pair locked in their gaze at one another. A comfortable silence falling over the two of them as they stared. A fire sparkling in their stomachs as their eyes warmed. Only for that fire to be put out by the sound of his mobile ringing. Reaper's expression turned back to cold in the blink of an eye. Stoically, he quickly got up from his seat and left the room.

It'd taken Reaper awhile to come back but when he did he looked unsettled. Conflicted. "Where would you like to go, Scout?" he asked. 

She looked at him with a confused expression which made his eyes close and his nostrils flare. "What?" she asked.

"Where would you like to go?" He breathed out with his shoulders slouching. He suddenly turned and pulled open the top shelf of the dresser. Digging inside it before pulling out a stack of cash. "Look I don't know where you'll go but it can't be with me. You're free now. I'll give you some money and you can start over wherever you'd like."

Scout's eyes widened as she panicked. "Wait!", swiftly she stood on her feet and edged towards him as he turned around. Her heart starting to race. Tilting her head up and craning her neck back she looked up at him, "Look please just take me with you. I-I-I..I won't be a bother i promise!"

Reaper exhaled deeply and began to shake his head. "Look Sc-"

" I am as good as dead without you! Please Reaper, take me with you or…or kill me now because there isn't anything out there for me." Fat tears fell down the sides of her face as she wept. Wailing like a baby, like a scared child. It'd felt like he'd be throwing her to the wolves. 

The Reaper looked down at his shoes before looking up at her once more. He knew she was right. And a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that his life was going to go through another change. He wasn't looking for a partner but he wasn't going to push what he already welcomed in, away.

"So, where are we headed now Reaper?"

The Reaper let out a grumbling grunt before speaking, "Look, we need to set some ground rules since you're gonna be tagging along." He then proceeds to clear his throat, "Rule one; No asking questions, Rule Two do as i say, Rule three, do as i say and stay put without asking questions, and Rule four shut up and blend in. I work for some fucked up people in higher ranks of power." His facial expression grew stiff as he drove, "I used to think I had power. Law enforcement I thought had power. But not like these guys. This goes beyond Biker shit…outlaw shit…beyond it all."

His blue eyes caught her onyx ones as he looked her over, "We're just ghosts amongst the living; you and me." 

Scout began to slowly smile and reached out her fist. "Ghosts amongst the living, me and you." she agreed as the two bumped fists.

Character Visual : Scout

Chapter Three

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[madamtrashbat]

I was chatting with a friend recently about the ways antis operate and how damaging their ideology is and I wanted to organize my thoughts about it.

It's one thing to be like "I wish minors wouldn't interact with my work because it's got adult content" (which is not something you can 100% control short of paywalling) but it's another thing ENTIRELY to be like "minors should never look at anything sexual ever and people who think it's okay that they do are secret pedophiles."

Teenagers need to have the safe space to explore their sexuality and figure their shit out and sometimes that place is fandom. Sometimes teens are trying to deal with the fantasies they have about their hot history teacher so they consume teacher/student smut in order to work it out. Sometimes they're wondering what gives them their jollies and are just reading whatever they can to wank to, including incest and rape and other "unsavory" things just so they can get it all figured out.

Sometimes awful things have happened to teens and they're using the avenue of art and fiction to take the power back from their rapist and create a narrative they control where they are working through it safely.

And antis would see all of this and want it fucking destroyed.

I was brought up in fandom by a few of the sweetest older women (adult women!) who took me under their wings and showed me that what I was thinking and writing wasn't bad or wrong or shameful and it was all perfectly sane to have these sexual feelings because nothing makes sense when you're a kid and if you want to write Frerard where Gerard is the hot teacher to Frank's catholic schoolboy in order to deal with your feelings about the sexy sub you just got at your school then that's totally fine.

These trusted adults also comforted me when I was afraid, taught me what boundaries were (please do not actually pursue the sub!), told me what were normal interactions and what I should be wary of (do NOT let the sub pursue you), and they were proud of me as I made my way into the world as a reasonably well-adjusted adult.

(Hi, Gaja, can't wait for your Christmas card!)

Sexuality is weird and messy and whatever makes our pants tighter is all individual and equally weird. Telling teenagers to not seek out porn and to not even speak to adults is just a one-way ticket to growing fucked-up people who don't know how to operate without shame and then we have a resurgence in Catholicism and NOBODY needs that.

And the way that antis rally against this, like teenagers are Pure and Sweet Babies who are being corrupted by the Awful Adults Like Me (who are secretly child diddlers obviously) is just. So fucking damaging.

Imagine trying to handle the way your hormones are firing off at everything and you're just not sure what's going on and instead of a kind adult going "hey we were all freaks at 16 and it's totally normal to be like 'this strange thing is turning me on' I promise" you have some sniveling puritan asshole going "YOU ARE ACTUALLY A SEXUAL PREDATOR IF YOU LIKE THESE THINGS AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED AND PUNISHED BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY HARM PEOPLE."

Like. Y'all. I have seen antis claim that people who wrote about/drew rape in order to deal with their own assaults DESERVED IT because they chose to deal with it in this way. I have seen antis tell people they hope they get raped for the fiction they create. They wish death and harm against people who make fiction. Antis literally have a body count over this shit. And yet they want me to believe they're the good guys? Bye.

Antis will argue that it's not normal for people to think about gross and icky things. I argue that Holocaust survivors had sexual fantasies about actual fucking jackboot Nazis.

No one says you have to like everything everyone else does. We have a robust tagging system for a reason. But to behave as if what YOU like is the only thing that is acceptable and everything else is Bad and Wrong is not the business. Kink Tomato exists for a reason. We are all individuals who like different things. Get with it.

Teenagers are in a precarious time of development and if you want to shame them for whatever is going on in their heads then you are the problem, not the solution. Be the kind of adult you needed as a teenager, not some shaming, screaming Puritan trying to pin scarlet A's onto everything because it's sinful. Goody Proctor is just trying to rub one out in peace.

Get with the way fandom has always operated or go away. ACAB means fancop, too.

[nanamikentorp]

Hello stranger 🙂‍↕️ I wanted to ask your unbiased opinion, you see I'm a person who doesn't watch anime often, actually I have had a long time without watching anything and I also prefer the romantic ones (I don't even know how are they called) So when my friend literally begged me to watch jjk and also my TikTok was plagued by the man's on it (and I'm nothing but a thirsty ass bitch for fictional characters) I decided to watch it, fell madly and insanely in love with, you guessed it, Kento mf Nanami so I just got to the episode before his death and I literally couldn't pass from it. And it SUCKS cause I really like the anime but damn how can I cope with his death and everything that comes after😭😭 literally I've been so stress and devasted the whole second season and idk what to do, so what do you think? Shoukd I get over it and watch it? Or should I keep adding to my delusion that Nanami and me are married and have 6 children and one in the way

Hello anon,

In this house we deny the thing that apparently happened.

In this house we maintain that Kento retired from fighting and went to Kuantan and stayed there forever.

There was no d word. There was no sad.

Everyone happy hahahhahahahah

Hahahahhahah

Hahahahhaha

Ahha

I promise I'm fine 🥲🥹🥲🥹🥹🥲🥹🥲🥹🥲🥹🥲

Bye

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[icy-watch]

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to adopt a fictional kid as much as I wanted to adopt Collie they’re just TOO gosh adorable. Pinging everything on the bingo board. Iirc someone wrote a whole thing on Luz making a connection to the isles being like making a connection to her dad again 🤔 or well, that it was king’s dad but it was a father figure and overcoming another evil that could take them away hence why Belos was all…that kind of metaphor at the end. And Collie represented herself before her dad died which is…yeah, with their innocence of death and playing in bizarre ways that nobody found acceptable. Something also about how the way Belos abused various people in this show is how trying to change people hurts them. One kid isn’t how you want them? You get a replacement kid. Horror story there. Isolation and fear of abandonment. Got that too. Forced conformity because of “sin” and “error.” Whole dang town. I’m missing a few bc I haven’t rewatched what isn’t readily available on youtube. But it’s all kind of an extension of how Luz could have felt if the think in the box camp went on for long. A death of the self to create a replacement that conforms to normalcy who is someone else’s ideas of perfection and self placed high standards but stifles the sense of joy and fun, but silencing doesn’t take away that part of you, just isolates it until you feel alone in a crowd and abandoned by someone you know now will never understand you. Luz helping so many people with those issues feels like reinforcing the fact there is nothing wrong with her being different until comes the day she can “choose herself.” Also I know the last minute is bc the episode is ending so they’re saying bye to the audience but I’m kinda ;-; because in universe they’re saying bye to Collie which is sweet and sad, I guess the kiddo drops by like once a light year from the distance. Since nobody is stabbing King for Titan’s blood it looks like they made that magic star swirl door we see in the birdhouse/hexside. That may imply Collie was in the human realm briefly for some redecorating lol, scary.

The Collector is absolutely 1 of the cutest characters out there. Completely don't blame you for adopting them.

Ooooooo, that's an interesting line of thought. And depressing. If anyone has a link to that, it'd be appreciated.

[emelinstriker]

Hey I Joined your server, but it was not profiction. So I had to leave.

But seriously you guys were the nicest “antis” I’ve ever met. Y’all said bye to me and we’re sad to see a new member leave, nobody treated me like I was bad or wrong for being a profic, everybody just (slightly awkwardly) informed me about the servers stances and then even supported me then when I said goodbye.

We need more people like you istg. That was a sad farewell honestly. I give my thank you to your server and I love you all sm 😭✨🫂

-Sincerely, an anti-contact paraphile and profic 👾

(Had to backread chat and ask some in the VC about what happened since I was already asleep when you joined-)

To be honest, I don't think my server is "anti" anything considering we're all fairly neutral towards just about everything- at least everything fictional. And we all tend to talk about various preferences and topics, but all have differing amounts of understanding and tolerance depending on the topic, and for how long it's being talked about.

That's probably why the members didn't come off as hostile at all since we don't really do hostility. Especially not if there is no bad history between you and other members prior to joining. And basically all of us agree that for example death threats are not the answer, especially with things strictly kept in fiction. It's no one else's business but one's own if you enjoy something in fiction that would be seen as morally bad in real life. It's not worth harassing someone over, nor are death threats/is harassment in general morally correct of those who believe they are somehow of a higher standing in such a very much grey-area debate.

However, I do have to agree that we're probably not the right community if you were hoping to find others that are openly anti-contact paraphilic and profiction. We may be neutral/tolerant and respectful towards others' preferences in the fictional space, but bringing up such preferences and wearing them like a label probably would make things awkward and uncomfortable for either you or others on the server down the line. I don't think it's a topic most on the server would be comfortable talking about, considering the first reactions to the question you asked.

I'm glad you enjoyed your rather short stay regardless though, and I'm sorry about the server not being the right community for you to freely express yourself in. But I hope you find what you're looking for. ^-^

[e-lisard]

Letter of Doom

Characters: Shimura Kyomi, Vanarath (Kyomi's (usually adoptive) dad), brief advisor

Story: Sleeping Brat (Descend into Magic sleeping beauty AU)

TW: none

WC: 567

"Kyomi, listen to me," pops says, unusually serious as he gently holds Kyomi's shoulders. And really, even if he hadn't sounded that serious, she still would've known something was up, with him calling her by her name, rather than some variation of beastie.

"Pops?" She tilts her head, nodding at him to go on. It can't be about her sneaking out - she's careful, and he could've just sent guards after her. It's not like it's a secret where she's headed.

"It's- fear is a disease, okay? Especially fear of a people. And I'm going to need you to never succumb to it."

"Huh?" What brought this on? Did something happen? Pops looks back at an advisor, Callan, who'd stayed behind for god knows why.

"Vanarath, I don't think it's a good idea to tell her. After all-"

"While I appreciate your advice, I think I should. It's about her, too. She deserves to know. So please, give me the letter."

"... Very well. Until another time, prince,"

"Bye, Mr. Callan." Kyomi waves at him, turning back to pops the moment she's out the door. "What's happening?"

"We got a letter, from the fae." Pops looks down at the letter in his hands, and Kyomi follows his eyes. The writing on it is elegant, but at entirely the wrong angle for her to read like this. "It warns us that, essentially, they'll make us pay for the death of their princess, almost 200 years ago."

"... Don't they realize that has nothing to do with us anymore?" Sure, pops is almost 100 now, and Kyomi and Dia will live longer than humans too, it comes with not quite being human, but that had still been her grandfather. Even pops hadn't been born yet. And the people of their country... They are human. 200 years for them is almost an eternity.

"I'm not sure they do," pops says with a wry little laugh. "But even if they did, they want payback. It's part of why that battle happened, about 50 years ago."

"I see... But what does that have to do with fear?"

"Because the reason their princess died is because humans feared the fae, and attacked them. They weren't from our country, but they did move through here, so the fae blamed our kingdom. And... This letter specifically threatens my children."

... A child for a child, huh. Awfully rude. Kyomi is just 20, and Dia only 26. Still. "Do you need me to stop sneaking out?" She can't stand being locked in the castle for longer periods of time, but she can try if it's what he needs to set his mind at ease.

"No, no, although I appreciate the offer." Pops laughs, laying one of his hands on her head. "My thoughtful little beastie. No, I don't need you to stop going out. I would, however, appreciate if you could take your sorcerer with you, on new outings."

"Yeah, sure." Kyomi nods. Solomon isn't a bad choice, and he'll keep the kids amused, too.

"Thank you." Pops pulls her into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of her head. "No matter what happens, never forget how much I love you, okay?"

"I won't." Kyomi's voice is muffled, pressed into pops as she is. "You don't forget how much I love you, either."

"And don't forget, don't succumb to fear, okay? You're stronger than that."

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