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babiesdreams · 4 years ago

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I really love the way you write!! You make the situations seem real and I'm loving it!❤ I was wondering if you could do a jealous Yuta scenario that ends in sex? I'm new to sending requests, so I'm sorry if my request is very vague.\🍄

Thanks for liking my content babe ^_^. And don’t worry I all requests are valid love <3

Testing my patience +18 Nakamoto Yuta.

Warnings: fingering, praise kink, teasing, cum control, edging,

Your fingers caress the screen, slowly, as if you could really feel the boy. "What are you doing?" Yuta asks from the distance. His voice seems like a mere memory of what your relationship used to be, a simple audio record from a golden era.

"I love this idol" You reply softly, still mesmerized by Taeyong's figure as he walks over the stage. "I don't see anything special in him, to be honest" The boy replies, brushing away your words as if they were meaningless.

"Maybe I like him because he's kind" You spit out, wanting to create a reaction in the boy, wanting him to notice the problem without needing to directly tell him. "Am I not kind?" He asks, offended by your words. "Lately... not so much" You simply reply, not getting your eyes off the screen.

"What the fuch does that mean?" He asks, getting closer to where you were sitting , yet you don't stop looking at the screen where your favourite idol was still dancing like it was nothing.

"Look at me" Yuta orders but you don't turn to look at him. "I said look at me" He repeats, this time with an angry tone, as his hand forces your chin to turn in his direction. His eyes get lost as soon as they meet yours, completely losing any sign of anger that they could have been holding.

"Do you still love me?" Is the only thing Yuta can say with a broken voice tone that makes your heart skip a beat. You look down, intimidated by his powerful brown eyes and the depth his expresion gave them. "Look at me" He repeats again, lifting your face slightly more.

"Of course I love you Yuta. But you've been cold to me lately... I always loved to feel the warmth of your love and affection, after a long day of work. You always made me melt for your words and your touch and now I barely get to hear your voice, and I felt like I was losing you, like I needed to look for a new warmth in my life to survive. So the question here is: Do you still love me?"

His eyes switch from looking into both of your eyes, not knowing how to take your words in or how to answer properly. "I do, of course I love you" He finally says. His hand moves slightly, from a forced hold of your chin to a gentle caress on your cheek.

"I'm so sorry that I acted like that baby, I was too busy working and I didn't even think of that. I promise I'll take more time for you and I'll try my best to show you how much I love you everyday, okay?" You simply nod, noticing the genuine tone in his voice and his eyes that were now full of tears from realizing just how different his sense of reality and yours were.

His face gets closer to yours and you let your eyelids close, to help you get lost in the sensation of his soft red lips. It always gets you, the way his lips feel against yours, the way his tongue moves inside your mouth and how his hand makes patterns across your soft skin. That sensation that always helped you get away from reality and get a dreamy thought to cross your mind.

But, as always, that sensation soonly breaks, turning into a far more overwhelming one, turning into that one thing that the whole planet could die for, turning into a heated lust thought that can't go away from your brain. His body lays on top of yours, his hand trapping yours, as his tongue gets off your mouth, only to travel along the already familiar highway of your neck, slowly getting lower and closer to your cunt.

But it's his hand the first one to get into your panties, slowly spreading the wet fluids along your folds before he makes circles on your clit. You can't help but moan against his shoulder while he looks at your expression mesmerized by the views. "You're doing so good baby" He says, with a deep voice that has you rolling your eyes back out of satisfaction.

Yuta smirks at the sounds you make and, after a short while, he gets down on you. You're only wearing a bra at this point and his tongue moves over your folds in a way tha you truly can't resist and sooner than you could've imagined you feel your climax close. But you're not the only onw who notices, as your body softly shakes due to pleasure, making Yuta realize the situation.

"What a good girl, you're already so close huh?" He says, and you simply nod, admitting the embarrassing truth. But his moves completely stop, getting you to experience a painful edge. He gets closer to you, as you calm down, and stop your heavy breathing. He kisses you softly, as if he didn't just edge you to death, hiding his mischief behind an innocent curtain.

Once you're all calmed down, his fingers come back, pushing inside of you as they curl, massaging your g-spot in soft and slow circles. "Fuck" You whisper to yourself, making Yuta chuckle at your reaction. "I'll get you back, you demon" You say to him, but his reaction is to speed up his moves, making you get closer to your climax once again.

"Y-Yuta" You moan out and his brows instantly arc, as if asking what you wanted to say. "Can I cum please?" You ask but his answer is short and clear: "No" You roll your eyes, in despair, yet you would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it.

It goes on like that for six more times, until you're shaking heavingly, desparate to get relief in any form. And that is enough for Yuta to give up and let you cum messingly. Your moans are louder than they've ever been and your expression looks more satisfied than his, even if he's enjoying the moment to its fullest.

"You did amazing baby, so so good" He says in a deep voice that has you losing it completely. His hand caresses your cheek slowly, as your body calms down from your high and you can properly rest for a second.

"It's been a nice session" The boy says, trying to get away with it, but your arm quickly grabs his shirt and pulls him back before you say "We haven't finished, demon"

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I hope you liked it, It feels nice to write something after a long time ^^

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badgerhuan · 3 years ago

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barry, les, or rob for the character ask?

HELLO, YES THE BOYS I LOVE THEM ALL I WILL ANSWER THEM ALL

Barry Berkman

How I feel about this character: I LOVE HE.....he's human and flawed and did so many terrible things but PLEASE I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: rob and les...and honestly i think he and sally have potential if they can, you know, be honest with each other and figure things out. but that seems unlikely. 😂 i do also like explore his dynamic with mitch mcdeere, courtesy of @maverickcalf!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: now necessarily otp but i really do love his relationship with gene. i hope it,,,,,survives.

My unpopular opinion about this character: he really really doesn't like noho hank

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I HOPE TO GOD HE GETS TO KILL FUCHES

my OTP: rbl <3333

my cross over ship: rbl <333333333333

a headcanon fact: he's aspec and autistic as hell!

Les Grossman

How I feel about this character: he is. so very intriguing as a character. he didn't need to have any depth to him but tom didn't play it that way. i'm so fascinated by that and drawn to it. and then i thought too hard about it and now i love him. i never want him to change.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: ROB OBVIOUSLY, but also barry, and recently very intrigued by his potential with mitch.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: diet coke <3

My unpopular opinion about this character: look. look there's more to him than his dance moves, okay. tom played him with depth and that's the hill i will die on. WHY DO PEOPLE ONLY ASK TOM ABOUT THE DANCE MOVES.....PLEASE I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE CREATIVE PROCESS. TOM. TOM WHY DID YOU PLAY HIM THIS WAY. WHY DOES HE TREAT ROB DIFFERENTLY. T O M-

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: nothing he's perfect the way he is <3

my OTP: listen. i love rbl but also i love, LOVE robles.

my cross over ship: rbl <3333333333

a headcanon fact: he is unapologetically trans and there's nothing you can do about it <3

Rob Slolom

How I feel about this character: ROB SLOLOM MY BELOVED.......I LOVE HE. WHY ISN'T HE MORE POPULAR. ALL YOU BILL THIRSTERS APPRECIATE ROB DAMMIT. i need to talk about bill about him. please. PLEASE i just want to know WHO DECIDED ON ALL THE NUANCES TO THIS CHARACTER

All the people I ship romantically with this character: LES. and also barry. and his potential with mitch. <3

My non-romantic OTP for this character: very unresponsibly decided with @threeoaksy that he would be best friends with an asian girl named jessica who appeared in the movie working in les' office for all of 5 seconds <3

My unpopular opinion about this character: that he exists??? hello???????? ME AND MY TWO (2) FRIENDS SHOULD NOT BE THE ONLY PEOPLE POSTING IN HIS TAG. HOW WAS I THE FIRST PERSON TO POST ANYTHING IN HIS TAG. WHAT THE FUCK.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: he is also perfect <3

my OTP: cannot overstate how much i absolutely adore robles

my cross over ship: take one (1) guess (it's rbl) <3

a headcanon fact: that boy is gay as shit and has been openly gay since he was 15

#airportv #rob slolom #barry berkman #les grossman #rbl #robles #roch answers #badgerh metas #i love them!!! so much!!!!#thank you so much for giving the chance to talk about them <3 #long post

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piratefalls · 4 years ago

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A McDanno rec list for a new friend. (These are also authors I enjoy, so consider this a blanket rec list.)

The Bareknuckle Poet by pleasebekidding

After a serious accident left Steve temporarily wheelchair-bound, working towards his recovery, he enrolled at Rutgers for a year. He met Danny Williams in his criminology course, wearing pride pins and chipped black nail polish, so sure of himself that Steve found it breathtaking. What happened next redefined Steve's sense of self, his ambitions, and many of his priorities.

Tax Benefits by renecdote

“Everyone already assumes we’re married so maybe we should just...” Danny gestures broadly with his beer. He’s maybe a little bit… Not drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“For the tax benefits.”

Danny gives him an aggravated look. “Yes, Steven, for the tax benefits.”

Danny (jokingly) suggests they should get married. Steve takes him seriously.

ua kaha aku la ka nalu o kuu aina (the surf has pressed upon my land) by icoulddothisallday, TetrodotoxinB

Steve knows, he learned, how a man behaves. He can play his part. Danny, who is a good man and great father, looks nothing like what Steve was taught. Reconciling the two means giving up everything he's clung too for the last two decades, and there's nothing about it that's easy.

*potentially triggery AF (deals with effects of conversion therapy) but beautifully rendered

the art of leaving and saying goodbye by Verasteine

2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

*warning for infidelity (not mcdanno)

in jest by apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)

not just friendship (romance too) by earthquakedream

Steve's gone and gotten himself a boyfriend. Danny's not sure what worse: the fact that he's stupidly jealous or that he actually likes the guy.

All I Ever Wanted (It Comes with a Price) by leviarty

Steve gets shot. Again. Danny is not okay.

* warning: a young grace shoots someone to protect both herself and a gravely injured steve

After All Our Troubles, We Have This by Banshi13

"I'm ending this," McGarrett muttered after a few moments of silence. "I'm not coming back until Wo Fat is in the ground. I'll dig his own grave and bury him myself if I have to, but my father is dead, my mother is running all over the world in hiding, my sister and I were uprooted from our lives, and now he's got Danny locked somewhere in a basement in the middle of Japan." He looked both Chin and Kono in the eye, deadly resolve in his eyes. "This ends. Now. This is the absolute last time that man interferes with my life and my family."

The Other Guy by haldoor

Danny tells Steve what he thinks is a funny story from when he attended Grace's school play. Steve doesn't think it's so funny; in fact, it makes him jealous.

Strapped by stellarmeadow

Steve's determined Danny's going to be prepared next time.

Warm to the Touch by veronicaluv

Danny didn't think twice about going to North Korea to find Steve. He just didn't know everything would go to hell when they got back.

Me and my heart (We got issues) by SquaresAreNotCircles

“I’m in love with you, Steve,” Danny says. He does it softly, quietly, laying the words into the darkness of Steve’s backyard like they’re something breakable, something to be tiptoed around. “I thought you should know.”

Steve’s heart jumps. It rams against his ribcage so hard it’s going to leave bruises. So hard he startles awake, and he almost yells before he realizes he’s outside because he fell asleep in one of the garden chairs in his backyard again.

how to be gay for your best friend in ten easy steps by commatme

See, the thing is that Danny doesn’t really do gay sex, what with being straight and all, but when Steve says I love you he sounds so earnest he makes Danny want to consider it. Which is crazy, right? He’s pretty sure that’s crazy, or at least a little unhinged.

It’s Not So Easy Caving In by paradis

The one where Danny used to be a heroin addict.

blame it on the ocean view by carryokee

Danny gives in, freaks out, and comes to his senses.

So Have I Loved You by Brumeier

In which Grace has a surprise for Steve's birthday and there's not a dry eye in the house.

take it back to a couple years yesterday by itsrosencrantz

Danny really, really doesn't want to go to his twenty year high school reunion.

Steve decides they're going anyway, and Danny takes it about as well as you'd expect.

View From The Shipwreck by flowerfan

Danny Williams isn’t in a great place – he’s a reluctant transplant to Oahu and an outsider at HPD. Former Navy SEAL Steve McGarrett isn’t doing much better, having suffered a career ending injury. When Danny’s young daughter Grace wanders into Steve’s bar after getting lost on a school field trip, Danny is drawn to Steve, somewhat against his better judgement – he’s got enough on his plate. He’s not exactly sure what Steve sees in him. As they spend more time together, Danny learns how Steve’s injury has changed his life in many ways, but not the most important ones. As one thing leads to another, Danny realizes that things might be looking up after all.

True North by lavvyan

“Tell you what, my dad’s throwing his annual Christmas Ball on Saturday. It’s not a trip to Aspen or anything, but it is nice. Fancy food and everything. You guys should come!”

On the trail of a suspected war criminal, Steve and Danny have to go undercover at a fancy ball. The sacrifices they make for the job.

Oh, and Steve's pining like the taiga. Nothing new there.

outside the lines by withoutwords

“I’m Detective Williams.” Danny says, not trying too hard to keep it smug free. “This is my partner, Detective Mackenzie.”

Ken Doll keeps his arms up, his eyes flickering between them all as if he's only seeing police for the first time. “Good cover,” he tells Danny, and it sets Danny’s teeth on edge.

“This is the part where you say sorry for assaulting a police detective, for compromising an investigation, and for acting like a complete asshole while doing it,” Danny growls, about to change his mind and cuff the guy himself.

“Sorry, Officer.”

The bastard is still grinning.

Boys Like Me, We Try Too Hard by romanticallyinept

Steve's always wound so fucking tight.

And Danny's worried about him. Legitimately worried about him. Because maybe Steve always lays into the perps a little hard, and maybe he follows his own rules and his own morals and doesn't stop to sleep unless his body's actually shutting down around him, but usually, Steve's okay at the end of the day. Usually, Steve's not leaning against the wall of the alley they're in, eyes closed and shaking, with the perp he'd cuffed a minute earlier lying on the ground and crying about his broken nose.

Steve keeps a secret, and Danny does his best to patch him back up when it comes to light.

Transformative by boxparade

“You know, I’d heard you’d changed a lot after high school, but I’ve gotta admit, this is a little weird.”

* trans (FTM) Danny

All the Way by VictoriaAGrey

Danny has lost count of how many times he and Steve have used the sexual tension between them for undercover work, only for it to be bottled away after the op is over. With Saint Michael as his witness, that ends tonight.

Nocturne in C# Minor (featuring Stevie Ray Vaughn) by minor_demimonde

So, to recap, Danny has beautiful eyes, great shoulders, a pleasantly-shaped butt, a delectable mouth, expressive hands, and he smells good.

You know, Steve has gone to bed with women who didn’t have that much going for them.

seen it in the flight of birds by Siria

AU from the beginning of Season 2. The Five-0 task force has been reinstated, but the new governor's determined to shake things up. Facing changes and unexpected betrayals, the team has to work together to face new challenges.

It Ain’t Me Babe (Nah), It Ain’t Me You’re Looking For (Babe) by tourdefierce

A story in which Danny makes lists and can't find his heterosexuality underneath all his homogay, Steve has a lot of faces, Kono is perfect in every way and Chin continues to keep Hawaii safe from the Five-O's general disfunction—Or, a story about Kono being awesome and how she likes her men with hearts in their eyes for each other.

Ratios, Decimals, and Percentages by fuchs

In which Steve takes an internet quiz and slowly loses his mind. Danny's okay with it.

Let’s Dance Like We Used To by AndreaLyn

There isn't a world in which Danny wouldn't go after Grace. So when Rachel moves the family to California, Danny goes with. Steve gets left to process life without Danny.

Gunfire, Rainfall, and Beach Erosion by thegrrrl2002

Steve and Danny are kidnapped. After which there is too much swimming and too much rain and it's all very romantic. If you are Steve, that is.

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning by westgirl

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

Always Known What I Wanted To Be by mickeysixx

Grace Williams has always wanted to be a cop.

The Taper Phase by popfly

It’s like being run over by an armored car, like the impact of gunshot to tac vest. The pride Danny feels for his daughter and something else, something about Steve’s tank top sticking to his stomach, the way his shorts stretch across his thighs. The goofy grin that lights up Steve’s face when he sees Danny and Charlie, waving one hand while he nudges Grace with the other.

Pitching Woo by SBG

In which Danny pitches (and then accidentally catches) woo.

clue: four letters, ‘is a many splendored thing’ by armillarysphere

“Crosswords? What are you, sixty?”

“They stimulate brain activity, Danno. You ought to try it sometime.”

Steve doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, half-chewed pen resting at the corner of his mouth in an entirely too distracting way.

That’s Not Just Friendship, That’s Romance by thismuchmore

Danny and Steve start out accidentally dating each other, and it turns into something more.

it’s not what you’re sure of (it’s what you don’t know) by somehowunbroken

Art thief Steve McGarrett and his team come up against FBI Special Agent Danny Williams, and things spin wildly out of control from there.

Same Deep Water by JiM, kalena

This isn't the first lifetime Danny's been in Hawaii. When the stress ratchets up, the dreams get more and more real. Turns out Danny has some unfinished business . . . with Steve.

Warning: Ambien use may lower inhibitions in a wakeful state.

Curiosity Didn’t Kill This Cat by unadrift

"I'm confused," Rachel says. "Are you two dating or not?"

Danny sighs. "You remember that thing with the cat in the box? The one that's both dead and alive?"

"Schroedinger's cat?"

"It's kind of like that."

"Okay," Rachel says. She clearly has no idea what he's talking about.

2727 Piikoi Street by imaginary_iby

The ways in which Danny makes himself at home by Steve's side, and the family he gains as the years go by. (Featuring Steve in Timberland boots and little else, and happy goofs who like to make out against the front door).

All The Earth Awaits Thee by Portrait_of_a_Fool

Steve knows all about war and willpower, but this is still the hardest battle he’s ever had to fight.

* warning: life threatening illness, no MCD

The Vertical Challenge by AlamoGirl80

Five times Danny thinks about his height, and then realizes that being "not-tall" doesn't really suck at all.

Some Things to Think About When You Decide to Be an Asshole by sutlers

Steve gets high and tries to fuck Danny; things devolve from there.

Inked by thehoyden

Of course Steve is enjoying himself. They're bait for a serial killer who has some sort of serious hangup about tattooing loved ones' names on their skin -- of course Steve thinks this is practically like a vacation, but better, because the chances of collateral damage are higher.

This Thing Of Ours (It Needs a Better Name) by leupagus

Cosa Nostra: (kō'sə nō'strə) etym: Italian n. The branch of the Mafia operating in the United States. Literally, "our thing" or "this thing of ours."

Ho’oponopono by ember_firedrake

Groundhog Day AU. Danny finds himself trapped in the same day over and over again.

Swim for Brighter Days by zarah5

Danny kisses Steve late on a Tuesday, early on a Wednesday. Steve punches him. (Set vaguely post-finale, so spoilers for that.)

All My Guards Away by sheafrotherdon

Tag to episode 1x18, with all the heartache that implies. Now with bonus fixes. With thanks to dogeared for all her suggestions and edits.

Let’s Take it from the Top by pterawaters

Steve goes along with the bachelor-party-in-Vegas, because he chose Danny to be his best man, and that's what Danny wants to do. Unfortunately, the things that happen in Vegas don't necessarily stay there.

How to Keep Your Mouth Shut by primetime

Danny’s sometimes gay. Gay, sometimes. Does dudes. He doesn’t know how to say it right. He doesn’t know how to say it at all.

Don’t Turn Me Home Again by gyzym

After a rough day of island living, Danny wakes up in New Jersey and learns the hard way to be careful what he wishes for.

End-Around by t_fic

Steve hesitates with his hand on the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder at Danny and nodding once before disappearing inside, and yeah, Danny is going to be so fucking lucky to get through this night without a coronary event.

Lonely People Do Stupid Things by waketosleep

Danny decides to show Steve the true meaning of Christmas, and does it by dragging him to New Jersey.

Down Beneath the Waves by samjohnsson

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes it takes another thousand to explain it.

Love’s a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit) by cyerus

The Kalakaua-Kelly clan are determined to matchmake Steve. Out of desperation, Steve makes up a boyfriend named Danny.

It doesn't quite go according to plan.

put your mind at ease by eleanor_lavish

Somewhere in the last year, while Steve was busy killing bad guys, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has been erased from the books and guys like Jeff can marry whoever they damn well please.

You’ve Got Hawaii (and all I’ve got is you) by queenklu

In which Danny has issues, presents, and Steve fleas, not necessarily in that order.

Jaws by JoeLawson

Danny has a secret.

#mcdanno #fic rec #super simple edit is mine please don't copy #it's also my twitter header I WILL KNOW #Hawaii five-0 #h50 #holy shit this got so long it took like three hours

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fandomtransmandom · 4 years ago

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2020 Wrapped:

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5-8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Okay, so as you know, ya boi is verbose af, so apologies, but I could only whittle it down to a top 10 (and one honorable mention.) I like to think my work has improved with time, so the older ones may be a bit rough, but here are my favs from 2020 and why (from most recent to oldest.)

1.) Southern Comfort-Bill Hader, Teddy Redbones (Doc Now)/OFC

Synopsis: Teddy Redbones viciously despises his political opponent Savannah Harrison...by day. At night, the two tear into each other madly, hiding their secret affair from the world and their feelings from one another.

Why I Love: Honestly when @martymcdie88mph sent me a request that just asked for ‘Teddy Redbones laying down pipe’ I never expected the first fic about him to get the response it did, much less for it to lead to two more requests. It’s provided me with immeasurable laughter and I’m so glad there are others out there down to bone this angry southern dom.

2.) Frozen Dreams-Conan O’Brien/OFC

Synopsis: Receiving bad news while on their Christmas vacation at the height of ‘The Tonight Show’ upset, Conan deals with his grief, assisted by his partner, Molly.

Why I Love: Writing some Conan super angst was so cathartic and beautiful. Thank you @stunninconan for making this request and giving me the opportunity to do so. Just want to cherish our ginger smokeshow and let him know how deeply he’s loved.

3.) Flickering Beauty-Bill Hader, Little Vivvy (Doc Now)/Partners of Multiple Genders

Synopsis: Little Vivvy is away from her family, and her wealth, for the first time in 1970’s New York. As she tries to make it as a dancer, Vivvy undergoes the early stages of her transition and stumbles upon the accepting Ball scene, as well as some struggles of being a trans woman trying to live an authentic life.

Why I Love: I wrote this piece for NaNoWriMo 2020 and I knew going into it I would largely be composing it for myself. Beforehand I considered doing something that might draw in more readers, Reddie perhaps, but I'm so glad I went with my heart because this story is incredibly meaningful to me and I will love Vivvy until the end of my days.

4.) Breathe Me-Bill Hader, Barry/OFC

Synopsis: Barry is back in Cleveland after his discharge, working for Fuches, deeply depressed and feeling hopeless. After running into his childhood friend Annie, he discovers she’s doing sex work and offers to help her financially. But Annie refuses, saying there’s only one way she’ll accept payment from Barry.

Why I Love: One of many ideas I’ve worked on this year with @martymcdie88mph, though arguably our best. I received a lot of positive feedback on this piece that made me feel good about myself, and I simply love the dynamic between these two hurting characters.

5.) Lost and Found-Bill Hader, Reddie

Synopsis: When Richie loses the engagement ring he bought for Eddie, he panics, searching everywhere but finding nothing. Coming across the ring while cleaning, Eddie devises a plan to surprise Richie.

Why I Love: This one was based on a prompt from @halefirewarrior and I just think it’s cute and sweet. And it’s resulted in a dozen or so strangers on the internet telling me to ‘shut the fuck up,’ which is always amusing.

6.) Harmonious Monsters-Bill Hader, Vince Blight/OFC

Synopsis: Sociopathic power couple Vince and Stacy Blight live a hedonistic, extravagant existence based on kinky sex and a mutual disregard for humanity. As their ten year anniversary approaches, Vince reflects on the saga of their relationship.

Why I Love: Pretty sure this one appeals just to me, ha. I had a ball writing it. Getting into the heads of these characters was ridiculously fun and smut-wise it includes some of my favorite things.

7.) In The Midnight Hour-Bill Hader RPF, Priest AU

Synopsis: When Father Bill Hader sees a struggling trans man named Troy attending the weekly free meal offered by the church, he discovers Troy is homeless, offering him a place to stay in the basement. As they get to know one another, Troy tempts Bill and tests his faith in ways he never thought possible.

Why I Love: Writing this one for @phantomofthegallifreyanopera was cathartic for me. As a queer trans man who was trapped in a fundamental Christian community for a time, it felt like sweet vengeance to be able to flex my Biblical Studies degree for the sake of gay p*rn (trust me, it’s completely useless otherwise) and it was fun to see Father Bill teased into sin 😈

8.) Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger-Bill Hader, The Alan (SNL)/OFC

Synopsis: When Lily comes home to find The Alan on her doorstep, she can’t imagine why her friend got her such a silly, extravagant gift. That is, until she discovers the Adult Expansion Pack.

Why I Love: I was nervous about publishing this one and almost didn’t. I truly didn’t think y’all would be on board. But thank fuck everyone in this fandom is kinky as shit and this became one of the fics for which I get praised the most. I loved writing it and I’m so here for cranking out more weird shit all day every day.

9.) If The World Was Ending-Bill Hader, Barry/OFC

Synopsis: Barry knows that tomorrow he is likely to die, the Chechens seeking vengeance for the massacre at the monastery. For his last night, he wants nothing more than to spend it with Valerie. The problem: Valerie and Barry broke up months before when she discovered his true profession. Barry begs Valerie to see him, and for one final time, he finds solace in her arms.

Why I Love: When @erdankely gave me their concept for this request, I was unreasonably excited. So damn cool. And I just sobbed while I wrote it. Such a sl*t for Barry super angst any day of the week. Love this one and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out, actually.

10.) Miles Apart Inside-Bill Hader, Robbie Wheadlan (Doc Now)/OFC

Synopsis: While he’s awaiting trial for murder, Robbie Wheadlan and his lover Abbi reflect on the saga of their relationship.

Why I Love: Not only was this a piece that made me fall hardcore in love with a murderer who was on screen for maybe 15 minutes and has no redeemable attributes, but it strengthened my friendship with @stunninconan and for that I am grateful.

Honorable Mention: Later That Night- Conan O’Brien/OFC

Synopsis: Conan meets author Gwendolyn who comes on his show to promote her book.

Why I Love: This is the first fic I published back in July. I’m sure I would cringe like crazy if I tried to read it now at all the edits it needs, but I’m so, so happy I decided to post it and kept writing and sharing. Without this almost 48k monster about my orange pompadoured beloved and all the kind feedback from everyone, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Thank you all!

And I spend my days doing nothing other than hammering out alphabet p*rn of my own, so I apologize that I don't know who to tag to keep this going because I shamefully never take time to read. But feel free to do your own if you have creations you would like to share!i

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goji-pilled · 5 years ago

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Listen I present to you, a salt au (kind of...maybe it's more of a scenario (????) lmao) I made because why not

• So the usual class salt in which everyone's a jackass and has no brain

• Adrien tried to out Lila after she tried to frame Marientte for pushing her down the stairs which fails and the class starts to be an ass to him too

• Adrien and Marinette are best bros since her crush died down after some time

• Since Adrien and Mari are hanging out all the time Chloe sometimes joins them because she's still friends with Adrien

• Chloe is already working on becoming a better person (which is really hard with her idiot classmates)

• Over time all three become friends

• One day the class decides to banish them to the back

• So Chloe and Marinette sit in the very last row and Adrien right in front of them on his own

• Cue for Felix Graham de Vanily to enter the game! (At this point they're still 14 years old)

• Felix sits next to Adrien and unwillingly and unplanned becomes a part of their group

• Felix enjoys it quite a bit, not that he'd admit that

• Meanwhile team miraculous changed quite a bit too

• It now contains Ladybug, Chat Noir, Chloe as Honey Bee and Felix as Schlauer Fuchs as permanent heroes (they all know eachother's identities)

• In their civillianlifes the class has given the four new nicknames.

Marinette was given the name Ice Queen since she's so cold (actually she just doesn't care anymore)

Chloe is the Queen of Mean (huehue) since the class thinks she's always been a bully

Adrien became Mr.Perfect ever since he stopped caring about them as well, the class assumes he thinks he's better than them

Felix is known as the Ice King, for obvious reasons

• Felix may or may not have taught Adrien how to play dirty like him

• Adrien grew a spine thanks to his friends

• Adrien lives with Amelie and Felix since he's 15 and Amelie is his legal guardian (Gorilla still is his bodyguard, Adrien insisted)

Amelie literally threatend Gabriel to destroy his company and life if he doesn't give her guardianship for Adrien once she learned how abusive Gabe is. Like yes she knew he was a little distant but the things her nephew told her? Unacceptable. Emelie never would have wanted that.

Amelie also got him to give her the second twin ring which she gave to Adrien.

• Adrien also took his aunt's name so now he's Adrien Graham De Vanily and models for his aunt but on his own free will and without such a loaded schedule

• Adrien still sees his father sometimes but overall doesn't have too much contact, he doesn't mind that at all

• Marinette made herself a name as a designer (let's go with the classic MDC)

• Chloe, Adrien and Felix are her models and are some of the few people who who she is (The other's are her parents, Audrey, Amelie and the people she worked with)

• Back to the salt, shall we?

One day Lila convinced the class that Marinette bullied her again so they decide to hurt Mari in return by outing her crush on Adrien (Between Chameleon and that day at least one year passed)

• When our group of four takes their seats the class starts to yell at Mari and Alya's the one who says how she needs to gets over her jelousy because of her crush on Adrien

• Alya is super smug, Adrien is like "Oh boy" and Marinette is like, "Oh yeah about that, I've been over for like...a year now?"

• Alya doesn't believe her so Mari, goes on, "Yep I'm over Adrien but another blond captured my heart,"

• Now you can either have Chloenette or Felinette

Mari is super smug and either goes on with ,"Right, my queen?" or "Right Fe?"

Let's just say the class is shocked

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #class salt #this is so out of nowhere but i felt like writing this #lol

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berkmansimagines · 4 years ago

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Don’t Worry Baby

A/N: So I guess I’m kinda back from hiatus? The break was good for me, but it felt great writing again. I missed it.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x Reader

Summary: You and your husband, Barry, get unexpected news at the doctor’s office.

“This can’t be happening right now,” you quietly mutter to yourself.

You had just left the doctor’s office, walking as fast as you could to your car. You didn’t even wait for your husband, Barry. You bolted without a word as he was getting the parking validated.

A million thoughts race through your head and your hands are sweaty. You try to slow down your breathing so you don’t have a full on panic attack.

Today was supposed to be a good day. You’re ten weeks pregnant and just had your first ultrasound. Barry insisted on taking you to all your doctor’s appointments, you thought it was cute how excited he was. It was too early to know if you were having a boy or girl, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to see your baby, you had read in the books that it’s the size of a strawberry now. Everything was going fine until the doctor gave you the news - you’re having twins.

You were stunned speechless after that and remained quiet for the rest of the appointment, just trying your best not to freak out in front of Barry and your doctor. You wanted to be excited but your anxiety took over.

“Hey, y/n! Wait up!” you hear Barry calling out to you.

You stop walking and look back to see Barry quickly walking towards you.

“Are you okay?” Barry asks, “You left so fast, I got worried-”

“We can’t have twins!” you interrupt your husband, unable to hide your stress any longer.

Barry’s jaw drops slightly and he raises his eyebrows. You’re clearly panicking. He puts both hands on your shoulders, something he often does to help you relax when you get overly anxious.

“I work at a coffee shop and you work at Lululemon. All of our expenses just doubled. I don’t know how we’re going to… Not to mention our place isn’t even big enough for four people! We barely have enough space for us…. Barry, what are we going to do? I just...”

You try to find the words but you’re out of breath. You rest your head in your hands, fighting back tears. You’ve always made a promise to yourself that your children would have a better life than you had growing up. Now you’re terrified that you won’t be able to provide that.

Barry wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” your husband says gently.

He kisses you on the forehead, unsure what else to say. Barry’s also been internally freaking out since the doctor said you were having twins. He’s worried about all the same things you are, but he’s trying to remain calm for you. He knows that you two don’t have that type of money. No matter how many hours he works at Lululemon, it’s not like the money he was making before….

Your husband got out of that life for you and he’s never regretted it. You were his fresh start. Fuches still occasionally reaches out to Barry about different jobs, but Barry has never responded. In fact, Barry got a text from Fuches as you were heading to your doctor’s appointment. He didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to worry.

“I can pick up more hours at the coffee shop,” you think out loud, pulling away from Barry.

“What?” Barry asks quietly, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll pick up as many hours as I can before the babies are born,” you nod.

“No,” Barry shakes his head, giving you a concerned look, “C’mon, y/n, you heard what the doctor said. Twins pregnancy is more high risk. You should be taking it easy. You’re on your feet for hours at the coffee shop.”

“That’s not an option right now! We need the money. Maybe you can ask for more hours at work too. I just… I don’t know what else we can do,” you sigh.

Barry’s mind flashes to you working at the coffee shop, looking exhausted. You suddenly drop the tray you’re carrying and grab your pregnant stomach. You fall to the floor in pain, crying out that something was wrong. You’re shouting for Barry to help you but he’s not there.

Barry’s eyes widen in fear. He’s not going to let that happen.

“No! No, no, no,” your husband repeats nervously, and then “I, uh, have money….from before.”

“Oh,” your voice drops.

You know about Barry’s past and you’re proud of him for getting out. The two of you didn’t talk about it much. Barry just wanted to move on and so did you. When Barry was still fighting to get out, you told him that you didn’t want him to spend any of that money on you. You considered it blood money. You hadn’t given the money a second thought since he left that life for good. Now you couldn’t afford to be so picky.

“We can put a down payment on a house,” Barry tells you.

You take a deep breath and nod, “Okay.”

You take your husband’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Barry lightly squeezes your hand back. He knows how you felt about that money, but it was easier to tell you that than the truth. He had some money left over, but not enough. He needed to get more money fast...

“Don’t worry, baby. We can do this. Everything will work out,” Barry softly reassures you.

Despite the initial shock you are happy about this. You and Barry both wanted two kids, you just thought they would be a little more spread out. Twins would be a challenge but you believed your husband - you can do this. Everything will be okay. It will work out.

“We’re having twins,” you give a small smile.

“We’re having twins,” Barry smiles back.

“They won’t be alone like we were growing up. They can take on the world together,” you say.

Barry pulls you close and kisses your forehead again, “Let’s go home.”

You and Barry walk hand in hand to the car. He opens the car door for you and closes it when you get in. As Barry circles around the car to the driver’s seat, he pulls out his phone. He quickly reads the last text he received from Fuches:

I have a job for you. Are you interested?

Barry types out a response: What’s the job?

He pauses for a moment. He leaves his finger hovering over the send button. Then he looks up and sees you sitting in the car, admiring the picture of the sonogram. Barry nods to himself, he knows what he has to do. He takes a deep breath and presses send.

He’ll do anything for his family.

#barry #barry hbo #barry hbo imagine #barry berkman #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x reader #barry block #barry block x reader #barry block imagine #barry hbo x reader

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onlycags · 4 years ago

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Secret Santa

Word Count: 1786 Warnings: Some embarrassment; mutual pining Description: Cags getting you for Secret Santa and then exchanging the gift / confessing feelings

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The moment Çağlar pulled your name out of the hat that was passed around for your mutual friend’s Secret Santa, he knew he was fucked. He looked up at you from across the circle, watching as you opened your folded piece of paper and bit down on your bottom lip.

“So...who’d you get?” Çağlar asked later, sidling up to you as the party continued on.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Söyüncü,” you retorted, taking a sip of your mulled wine. You gave it a second thought, smirking as you said, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours?”

“Mm, on second thought, I’ll pass,” Çağlar answered, blushing lightly.

“Oh, no - don’t tell me you got Madders!” Your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth as you laughed. It was an inside joke after Madders got Çağlar a hair care kit last year to ‘try and help tame your bedhead, mate’. Chilly and Madders had lost their shit laughing - along with everyone else - and Çağlar had sworn that if he got either of them for Secret Santa the next year that they would pay.

“No,” Çağlar said, shaking his neatly-coiffed hair. Your fingers itched to run through it but you tried to resist the urge. “At least I’d know what to get him.”

You leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Well, I’m just going to get my person something that will make them think of me whenever they use it.”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea,” he said, ideas of his own already starting to form.

“I try,” you grinned, butterflies fluttering when he smiled back at you. Just then, someone called your name and you placed a hand on his arm in goodbye as you went off to talk to someone else.

***

A month passed, and you were all back together at Madders’s place to exchange the Secret Santa gifts. You got there early, one of the first ones to place your gift under the tree. You’d gotten Harvey some good coffee that you knew he’d like and you couldn’t wait for him to open it. Madders had assured you he’d love it and you were relieved that Harvey wouldn’t be totally embarrassed by your gift.

You watched as Çağlar entered and set his gift under the tree. Truthfully, you weren’t paying much attention to what the giftwrap looked like; ogling him in his dark jeans and soft-looking hoodie.

By the time everyone was gathering for the gift exchange part of the party, Çağlar was a bundle of nervous energy. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to you beforehand - someone pulling you or him away for a conversation before either of you had the chance to meet in the middle. You looked so beautiful in your sweater dress and leggings that hugged your curves with the boots that gave you a few centimeters in height. At one point, you’d looked over at him and gave him a smile that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, and now he found himself next to you in the circle that surrounded James’s fireplace.

“Okay!” James said, swaying slightly. “Who wants to go first?”

Vardy, Tielemans and Fuchs all went early on, as they had families to get back to and couldn’t stay out late. You watched all their reactions to their gifts, everyone laughing as Vardy unwrapped a gag gift from Fuchs, while Tielemans and Fuchs both got seemingly-practical gifts.

“Any clues as to who got you?” Çağlar asked, his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to act casual.

“Nothing yet,” you answered, taking a sip of your beer. “Madders has been weird with me tonight, so I’m wondering if it’s him and he got me something awkward that everyone will be teasing me about.”

Çağlar mentally cursed himself for going to your best friend in the group for gift advice, but he couldn’t really figure out the best gift to get you without help. Luckily, James was on basically the same page as Çağlar and it wasn’t too hard to pull a few strings to get your gift. Çağlar took a long sip of his own beer before responding. “When isn’t James being weird, though? I doubt he’s your secret Santa.”

“Let’s hope not - I’ve gotten a few too many re-gifted candles from that boy, and, while I love him, I don’t think I can handle another off-scented Mango Beach Paradise.”

“I’m not sure I even wanna know,” Çağlar laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, shit - Harvey’s opening his gift.”

“And that’s a scary thing because…?”

At that moment, Harvey looked up and pointed at you. “Thanks for my coffee!”

You blushed as red as Harvey’s hair, mumbling a soft “You’re welcome”.

Çağlar felt his chest tighten at your reaction to Harvey. “Wait a minute...do you like him?” He asked, hoping he was keeping his voice even.

“No, absolutely not,” you said, shaking your head furiously. “I was just hella nervous to give him something as lame as coffee.”

“No, coffee’s good. It’s useful and I’m sure Harvey will think of you whenever he makes that coffee in the morning.”

“Oh, God, I hope not. But it is really good coffee, so he better at least be grateful.”

Sooner than he would have liked, it was Çağlar’s turn to grab his gift from under the tree. “I swear, if this is another hair care kit…” he trailed off as he opened the gift. Luckily, it wasn’t and he was soon waving a few pairs of socks above his head as Cengiz dissolved into giggles.

“My turn!” You sang as you got up from your spot and grabbed the neatly-wrapped gift with your name on it. “This is so pretty I almost don’t wanna ruin the wrapping paper,” you said to Çağlar, carefully sliding your index finger under the paper. “What is it?” You asked yourself, lifting the lid off the garment box. Your breath hitched as you saw what was inside.

“Oh. My. God.” You said, lifting the year-old kit from the box. “It’s last year’s third kit!”

“Turn it around!” James called out, and Çağlar looked away, blushing as pink as the jersey.

“Çağlar?” You asked, stunned, turning to face the Turk. “You’re my secret santa?”

“Yeah,” he replied, nodding shyly.

The conversation didn’t last long, as Demarai’s secret santa gift left everyone in giggles, but once all the gifts had been unwrapped, you went to find Çağlar.

“You’re already wearing it?” He asked, stunned to find you in the jersey that was almost as long as your sweater dress. Seeing you in a Leicester kit knowing his name and number were on the back was a whole new set of feelings that Çağlar hadn’t been prepared for but he tried to pull himself together.

“Of course!” You said, smiling wide. “You gave it to me and I love it. Plus, I only own kits with James on them so it’s nice to have someone else. I do have one question, though. This is last season’s kit - how’d you get it?”

“I knew the kitman had a few laying around and I’d kept a few of mine from matches last season. I just brought one of the kits I had in my closet to him and asked him to clean it up a bit and make sure it was presentable.”

“You did all this...for me?”

“Tabikide.” He nodded, accidentally slipping into nervous Turkish. Of course. “Yes. I didn’t know what else to get you but I couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said about getting people something that would make them think of you whenever they wore it, and this was the best I could do.”

You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug. “It’s perfect,” you said, resting your head on his chest and inhaling his intoxicating scent from his jumper. “Thank you, Çağlar.”

“You’re welcome.” Çağlar managed to find his voice, resting his chin resting intimately on the top of your head.

The hug lasted longer than a hug should have between friends and you were looking up at Çağlar as you pulled away. “I-” you started to say, but stopped yourself. Çağlar had an intense look on his face that was making your knees weak, and you’d lost all train of thought.

“There’s another part to your gift if you want it,” Çağlar said, looking nervous. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from side to side.

“Wh-what is it?” You asked, hating that you’d stuttered on the question.

“A kiss - from me, açıkça.” Obviously. He paused, trying to read your facial expression. “That is, if you want it. I don’t know-”

“Yes.” The word is breathless, barely audible, but you need him to know how much you want him. “Of course I want it,” you murmur, tangling your fingers in his hair as you stand on your tiptoes and press yourself against him. You’re vaguely aware of his hands on your hips, but all you can focus on is how slow he goes; his nose lightly brushes your cheek as he leans in. You can hear his breath hitch; feel his heartbeat under the hand you have placed on his chest, and it just makes you want him more.

When your lips finally meet, the kiss is soft and slow with an underlying hint of need. Çağlar tastes like the beer he was drinking earlier coupled with the candy cane you’d seen him sucking on before you’d spoken to him. You’re vaguely aware of the cheering from his teammates around you, but you don’t care. Right now, you and Çağlar are wrapped up in each other and you don’t care about anyone else in the room - you just want to kiss the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for months now.

You’re both breathing heavily when the kiss ends, Çağlar’s forehead resting against yours for a few moments before he opens his eyes. When his gaze meets yours, he gives you that gap-toothed grin that makes you blush like crazy. “Please tell me that kiss wasn’t just a one-off,” you ask, trying to find your words.

“Not unless you want it to be,” Çağlar replies, scared you’ll turn him down even after that amazing kiss.

“No, I’m definitely going to need you to kiss me like that more than once,” you say, biting down on your bottom lip; it’s kiss-swollen and sensitive, but your body craves more of Çağlar - especially now that you know what it feels like to kiss him.

“Good, because I intend to.” Çağlar breathes a sigh of relief as he leans down to capture your lips in his once more.

#cags originals #cags writing #25 days of cags christmas

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tessa-fox · 4 years ago

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Task #1

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Tessa Fuchs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Style/Color: Medium-long brown hair, she wears them casually, mostly open or tied into a pony tail or half-bun. Tessa hasn’t seen a hairdresser in years. She usually cuts her own hair to save money.

Height: 1.65 m

Clothing Style: Again very casual and sporty. Tessa likes layers and comfy jackets and T-shirts, and everything but tight jeans. Her style is rather tomboyish in general without trying to be edgy or fashionable. Tessa never had a lot of money so she usually wears pieces until they are virtually unwearable as demonstrated by the terrible state of her sneakers.

Best Physical Feature: Her lips

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: Insignificance and death both

Your Guilty Pleasures: To vividly imagine scenarios she’d rather be in best described as chronic daydreaming, also reading random Wikipedia articles on murder, weapons, drugs and crime

Your Biggest Pet Peeve(s): People who are unable to clean up after themselves, accommodating others when they change their plans or aren’t punctual

Your Ambition for the Future: Tessa is uncertain about the future. She hopes to be an artist one day but that is more of a back-up plan. She’d rather do something more meaningful than that but isn’t sure yet what it is

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “How much longer can I sleep before I need to do XY?”

What You Think About the Most: The future and a lot of daydreaming and assessment of situations and the best course of action from there on

What You Think About Before Bed: Changes. The day if it was eventful, the next day if something important comes up, home and often fictional encounters and sexual fantasies

You Think Your Best Quality Is: “You can’t bullshit me, mate. I may give you the benefit of the doubt but my gut always creeps back up telling me ‘fucking told you so’ ”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single

To be Loved or Respected: Respected

Beauty or Brains: Brians

Dogs or Cats: Dogs, although not by a long way

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Often

Believe in Yourself: Rarely

Believe in Love: Yes

Want Someone: Desperately

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: Never. Tessa would feel very self-conscious.

Done Drugs: Alcohol and weed, yes

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No, although the thought sometimes crossed her mind

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Olive Green and the purple-blue colours you see sometimes when the sun rises

Favorite Animal: Stingrays, although it changes

Favorite Movie: Shutter Island

Favorite Game: Journey

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: Thursday

How Old Will You Be: 24

Age You Lost Your Virginity: -

Does Age Matter: Sort of, Tessa thinks, but it’s hard to tell. It would be a spur of the moment sort of decision

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: Sincerity

Best Eye Color: Green

Best Hair Color: brown although hairstyle speaks louder than colour

Best thing to do With a Partner: Just having a laugh

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE [IC]

I love: “that great people aren’t always in the past”

I feel: “no longer like I’m the strangest person in the world. I always thought there are so many people in this world, there must be someone who must feel flawed and bizarre in the same way I do”

I hide: “from happiness sometimes”

I miss: “being careless and happy and some of the people I grew up with”

I wish: “for wishes not to come true and that whatever happens is a direct result of someone’s actions. Wishes are usually spoken emotionally and without thought. That way, there is certainty”

#theinstitutetask #hc #tasks

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carbrakes-and-stakes · 4 years ago

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Walk on the Wild Side - Oscar and Alain

Timing: a few nights ago

Parties: @forfuchssake & @carbrakes-and-stakes

Summary: Having just arrived in town, Oscar decides to roam around at night looking for coworkers.

In a new town, Oscar always liked roaming around to get a lay of the land. With the full moon past, he figured it was a good time to get a lay of the local cemeteries. While he wasn’t a Slayer, he hated the down time in between full moons. Spending his evenings at home or at the local bar got old too quickly. He craved the rush of adrenaline that came with a good fight and somehow it had gotten him this far. It was why he had an amused grin on his face as he noticed another man walking around the cemetery with a broadsword. Subtle. He could respect that. It looked like he was about to take on a zombie. As much as he was itching to fight, he observed for a moment. He was ready to jump in at any moment, but the other hunter seemed to have the situation under control.

“Dude, gross. That’s someone’s grandmother,” wrinkling his nose, the hunter shook his head in clear disapproval as he watched the zombie push the lid of a tombstone off. His sword in hand, Alain raised his eyebrows, wondering if this time he would have to run after that guy or if the zombie would try to fight him instead. Either way, that zombie would meet his end, and he would spend a few more moments not thinking about Evelyn, or Audrey, or anything that had been rough on his mood lately. “And he’s running,” chasing someone with a sword was not ideal, but it would have been worse had he opted for a hanging scabbard. He had made that mistake once. Never again. The zombie might have been fast, he didn’t know this cemetery as well as the hunter did, and when it came to avoid slippery paths, Alain was an expert. Approaching the zombie who had fallen to the floor, he was quick to put his foot on his chest, once again shaking his head. “The good thing is, this is not going to hurt. At least that’s what my notes say,” with those not so reassuring words, the hunter cut off the zombie’s head, picked it up with the end of his sword, like he’d have caught an olive, and began pouring gasoline on the remains, setting it all on fire, right on the gravel. “That was fast,” he sniffed and sat nearby, cleaning his sword clean before the next undead creature showed up.

The slayer seemed to move with relative ease which was something that came with years of experience. Oscar had a look of bemusement on his face even as he ran with the broad sword. It wasn’t an easy feat, swords were heavy as shit and had to be handled carefully, but the fellow hunter seemed to know his hunting grounds well. He must have patrolled the area frequently and Oscar was enjoying the show. As soon as he beheaded one zombie, another was lying in wake, read to attack. He had his largest blade at the ready should he see his brother in arms needed a hand from a bored beast hunter. With how he moved, it seemed redundant, but he was on standby, spectating until the zombie’s head fell to the ground. With a slow clap, he made his presence known. He emerged from behind a memorial and greeted, “I was hoping you’d need a hand, but clearly you’ve got it handled here.”

“I wouldn’t have had anyone to clap if you had hurt your hand in the process,” he deadpanned. Alain couldn’t help but wonder if he was talking with another slayer or not. He had never seen that person in town, and judging by the accent, he could assume that he was talking to someone who didn’t speak English as their first language. “I don’t think we’ve met before,” he rubbed his hand against his shirt to wipe it cleaner before holding it out, “Alain Babineaux, I… well, take care of the dead things in town.” Having introduced himself, he waited for the other to do the same.

Deadpan snark. Oscar liked this slayer already. His lack of subtlety and inclination toward humor mirrored his own. “I try to be a good audience where I can,” he joked. Nothing was ever quite as thrilling as getting in on the fight, but he’d hate if an outsider took his kill from him. While he’d never been prim and proper, he did have decent enough manners to introduce himself once Alain brought it up. “I’m Oscar Fuchs. New to town, but I take care of the more furry varieties.” The familiar ring of his last name dawned on him. If he recalled correctly, they were wealthy hot-shots and respected slayers. “Babineaux. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name. Always good to meet a Slayer who’s worth his salt. You always this discreet when hunting?”

“I can see that,” his blade cleaned up, the hunter put it back into its sheath, and the rag back in his pocket. The name of the other man did not ring a bell, but if he was, as Alain expected, a foreigner, it was not surprising. Having lived in White Crest his whole life, he never really got to meet many hunters out there. Still, the man seemed to know who the Babineaux were. “Beast hunter, huh? I see,” he nodded in appreciation. “Well, if you heard the name, you must know that we’re worth our salt. “ Pursing his lips to the side, Alain wondered whether he should reply to that last comment. No, hunting with a sword was not discreet, but he never really had problems with that, and he knew best that to keep his long sword in catacombs or narrow places. But cemeteries? Swords were great here. “What is a beast hunter doing here, then? Admiring the superiority of slayers?” Chuckling, he walked past him to get to his bag. “Care for a drink?” Either coffee or bourbon, he could provide.

There was a certain comradery between hunters that Oscar had always enjoyed. He’d yet to make his way to the Silver Bullet, but he was sure he’d be right at home the moment he walked in the door. While wardens, slayers, and beast hunters all had their respective strengths, their goals were much the same. Make the world a safer place for humans. Noble goals didn’t mean he couldn’t at least have a little fun with the job. “Yeah, not quite as many good hunting nights a month, but we try to make ‘em count,” he joked and added, “If I had any doubt before, I definitely don’t now.” His own arsenal was hardly discreet either, but there was something very classic about a sword. Back in the day, he had a silver one he loved wielding, but he found knives and guns to be more practical to his type of hunting. “Ha,” he retorted with a laugh, “Superior might be a bit of a stretch. You ever seen a berserker? Those bad boys make zombies look like toddlers. I’m mostly just getting a lay of the land. Never did like waiting between full moons.” At the mention of a drink, he nodded and answered, “A drink sounds great.” Would pair perfectly with another smoke. “I’m quickly learning this town is full of rare species. What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen here?”

Alain wondered if it was the local werewolf population that had brought Oscar to move to White Crest, or something else, such as the series of eerie events that had been striking the town lately. Either way, another hunter would never be too much. “Mmh, don’t tell me you only hunt on the full moon,” probably not. Alain did not envy beast hunters. They had to know many more creatures than he did, and werewolves were no joke. Some vampires either, but at least, he did not have to clean up bodies. “Glad I could make doubt disappear,” he knew how unconventional it was to stick to swords when stakes were lighter, but you could kill more creatures by removing their heads, and he would rather be efficient than smooth. “Really? Guess I’ll call you for the next Elder I find then. We wouldn’t want you to get bored between two full moons,” chuckling, he approached his things, taking out a thermos and a metal bottle, along with two cups,” he poured bourbon in both cups, although he added coffee on top of his. “Mmh, let me think,” scratching at the back of his head, certainly the squid was high on the list, but he remembered a penanggal he’d had the misfortune to cross paths with a few years back. It was his first and he hoped it would be his last encounter with that thing. Creepy fucker. “You ever seen a penanggal?”

There were some hunters out there that stuck to hunting on the full moon, but Oscar could never be one of those hunters. His hands were always itching to get their hands on some sort of monster. The job wasn’t all noble intentions, he was allowed to have a little fun with it too. Either way, he was keeping people safe. With a hearty laugh, he answered, “Oh no, I’d probably go crazy if I just waited for full moons. Seems like this town has enough beasts to keep anyone busy.” Tomorrow he’d probably go deep in the woods again. He’d familiarized himself with enough terrain that he wasn’t too worried about getting to know his current locale. If the need arose, he’d kill whatever supernatural creature came his way. He hadn’t personally come across an elder, but that wouldn’t stop him from helping to get rid of it. “Please do call me if come across an Elder. Sounds like one hell of a fight. Plus, it’s good to get a little versatility in the hunting department.” He took a seat on a small stone bench when Alain handed him some bourbon. He took a good sip before lighting up his cigarette. With a content sigh, he mused, “If there’s one thing Americans got right, it's bourbon.” He listened closely as Alain talked about the craziest thing he’d seen in White Crest. His eyes widened and he looked somewhat in awe. “A penanggal? I’ve read about them before, but never seen one in person. Based on the drawing they’re creepy looking der fickers.” He took a huff of a his cigarette and asked, “How’d that one go?”

“Yeah, considering the amount of creatures we have roaming around, I think it’s safe to say that nearly no one chooses to hunt once a month,” older hunters or those with children to raise sometimes made that choice, but other than that… Alain wondered for how long Oscar had been in town, and whether he was aware or not of which places were to be avoided. “Well don’t hesitate if you need information on some areas. I know most of these places quite well,” and there were some even he avoided. The hunter’s enthusiasm at the idea of fighting an Elder brought a smile on the slayer’s face. Chuckling, he nodded, “I can confirm, those are really not fun to fight alone,” in fact, trying to go solo would result in death in most cases. “Yeah, I only get versatile when hunters need a hand with something. Otherwise, I leave beasts to you guys, and faes to wardens,” he had enough to deal with undead creatures alone. His mixture of coffee and bourbon managed to do its work, and he matched the other man’s sigh. “Ah, I knew you weren’t from around here. Germany, correct?” Not many places on this side of the ocean spoke German, and he could assume that the man was European. “Well… I can confirm that they look as creepy as they look disgusting,” and it took a lot to disgust most hunters. “I am more in favor of decapitation so that was not a great time for me. You never want to know what it’s like to hold something down by holding their trachea,” sniffing, he added, “I’ve heard hunters claim that they saw and fought many things over the years, Teke-Tekes, that thing “Taratata” or whatever, Fexts, you name it,” he rubbed his eyes. If he hadn’t met those last three creatures, he believed that some had. This town just was this bad.

“Haven’t gotten to see too many of them yet, but I look forward to it. I always welcome a new challenge. I’ve actually seen my first ever bies since getting here,” Oscar explained with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Sacred duty didn’t have to be all serious and dire all the time. Having fun with it was what made him damn good at it. Hell, he was nearing 53 and he was still alive. That was quite the feat in his profession. He took a long drag from his cigarette and leaned back against the cool stone bench. Most found cemeteries to be eerie, but he knew the truth. They could be downright dangerous, but he loved the high each fight brought him. “Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind while exploring the area. Hoping my nephew will show me around, too, once he’s over this flu he has.” He sipped on his whiskey as Alain shared the story of the penanggal. Fighting one alone. “Damn,” he started with a hint of awe in his voice, “Trick to take those on alone. I’ll say it-- I’m impressed.” It made sense for slayers and wardens to stick more to their focus, they were out at all times of the month. Sure, there were plenty of beasts besides werewolves, but vampires weren’t all that rare. Considering he was a bar fly on the nights he wasn’t hunting, he ran into his fair share. Drunks were easy targets for a meal he assumed. “Beasts can be pretty versatile in their own right, but I enjoy the fight. If it’s discernibly supernatural, it’s worth taking on in my book.” Fae were trickier and undead not quite as fun to fight, but each kill made the world just a little bit safer for humans. It was hard to feel bad about finding it fun. At the end of the day, he was still helping people and honoring his family’s code. “Yes, I’m from Bad Wimpfen. Spent a good amount of time in Lyon, France, too. Spent the past decade doing a fair bit of traveling to different hotspots.” Though this current town was in part influenced by Kaden being here. Yeah, he’d chosen not to start a family of his own, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like having close connections. Kaden was the closest living family he had left. While Alain didn’t seem a fan of how gross they were, he thought it sounded like a grand time. Getting a little messy never bothered him. “Could see how that’d be unpleasant. Decapitation is cleaner. Beast hunting is always a little dirty though. Never seen a fext either though undead seems more your ball park as the Americans say. Stryga I’ve seen a lot of. Bies is one of the more rare one I’ve seen. Wolf actually got away from me because I had to be more concerned about the ficken bies,” he’d refrained from mentioning that Kaden let the wolf get away. “Had to kill a volmugger once in Barcelona, too, though I had help with that one. Gotta love a beast with range attacks.”

Alain, who had never taken the time to really learn the name of most beasts that weren’t good enough for the ring, or undead, looked at Oscar with a slightly puzzled look on his face. It didn’t help that he heard bees instead of bies, and so it took him a small moment to understand that Oscar was not excited about pollinators. “Well, you’re in for a wild ride,” he patted the man’s arm and sat down on the bench with his cup still in hand. “Oh, you have some family in town, alright,” the slayer tried to think of other German hunters he might have met, but could not think of one that was still alive. Well, you could not know everyone. Truth was, Alain had fought the penanggal a while ago with his sister, Valérie, but he had no plans whatsoever starting to talk about his family, especially with someone who seemed familiar with the name. Either way, Alain would probably have been unable to get rid of such a creature these days. He hated to admit it, but if he had gotten a lot more experienced, there were things he could not pull off anymore. He brushed off the compliment and leaned back against the bench, sighing. “Yeah, I actually worked a few years for a fighting ring, catching beasts and…” And often fighting them too. He could see now how stupid this was, and how stupid he’d been then, still, he could not help but have some fond memories from that place, or the people he had met there. Thoughts of Audrey brought a sad smile to his face, which would be when he decided to talk instead of think. “I stick to the undead now. It’s a whole lot less messy,” he rubbed at his nose, thoughtful. “You have to be kidding me,” Alain himself was technically born in Lyon, and he knew of another hunter that was from that same city. “Well, I can’t wait to tell Kaden I met his uncle,” he shook his head, amused. Considering how things had been lately, Alain was not sure if he wanted to say anything about the younger hunter, still, he did, “Took him some time to adjust to the town, but it’s good to have him around here.” With those words, Alain finished his cup and put it down on the bench. Now little did Alain know that those bees Oscar kept mentioning were the exact thing he caught a glimpse of while repairing Jared Gordon’s tractor. “Well your face doesn’t look too bad for someone who fought one of those horrors.” It took a lot for Alain to feel revulsed, but this, it could make him feel this way. He could still remember the smell of flesh melting after having been hit with the acid of that beast. Fucking foul.

A wild ride was exactly what Oscar was looking for outside of getting some time to reconnect with Kaden. He knew the younger hunter was more than capable, but it was hard to not worry just a little bit while he was living in a hotspot. Charles and Lauren would have wanted him to keep an eye out on their kid and there was no denying the fact he cared for Kaden. “Wild rides are the only ones I like,” he joked before responding, “Yeah, nephew lives here… well, kid of some good friends mine. He’s always called me Uncle Oscar and it’s been over thirty years so I think family covers it for most.” It wasn’t all that complicated of a situation. Still, it felt weird that he of all people took in a teenager way back when. He never had kids of his own because he knew he’d be a shit dad, but he tried to do right by Kaden. A brow raised at the mention of a fighting ring that captured beasts. He sure as hell hoped those beasts ended up dead though Alain didn’t elaborate. It seemed to be a thing of the past and Oscar wasn’t one to force people dredge up their pasts. “Sounds like quite a gig,” he simply commented. Not quite his style. He preferred killing beasts outright over capturing them, but it probably meant Alain was a hell of a fighter. Plus, it wasn’t always the easiest to find odd jobs that worked in between hunting duties. He took another sip of whiskey and smiled brightly realizing this man knew Kaden. “Ah, good to know he’s made some friends here. Keep bugging him to take me to that hunter bar.” He nodded along, this town was strange and surely took some getting used to, but at least Kaden made connections with other hunters. It really helped in the staying alive department. “Makes sense, this place seems like quite the ride.” Considering the wolf and the bies, he was in pretty good shape. Kaden had gotten the brunt of the wolf’s attack. The loud sounds of gunfire had been enough to keep the bies from getting too close. He still cursed the fact the Krieg wolf got away, but he could understand Kaden’s instinct to protect him. “Thankfully, it didn’t get too close to me and I knew not to look in its eye. No new facial scars from that one,” he noted with a laugh. As badass as facial scars looked, they were an annoyance as they healed. He finished off his own cup and said, “Well, Alain, it’s been good meeting you. We should get together again some time, probably with Kaden. I suppose I should let you get back to beheading the undead.”

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scepticiism · 4 years ago

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Name: Alfred Jakob Fuchs Birthday | Age: 1st of September 1858 | 21 Zodiac sign: Virgo Nationality: Prussian Hometown: Königsberg Current Residence: verse dependent Occupation: student / vampire hunter / author Height: 1.65m / 5'5 Weight: 59kg Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Blond Sexuality: Bisexual

It was a hot day in September when Magdalena Fuchs gave birth to the son she and her husband Hans had been hoping and waiting for. The little boy, who would be named Alfred Jakob, took his good time that day and caused his mother a pain that he would have certainly felt bad for in later years if someone had told him about it. He was quite big for a newly born baby, which especially his father was very happy about. He was convinced that his son would grow up to be a strong man who would one day take over Hans’ farm.

But things often do not turn out the way they seem at first, and Hans had to learn this the hard way. When Alfred was three years old, he was tiny compared to his cousins or other children of the same age and thin on top of that. He didn’t like spending his days outside playing and instead asked his mother to tell him stories. It was obvious to everyone that Alfred would never take over the farm ── or, if he did, only involuntarily. He was a quiet child who refused to speak up, even when he was hungry or feeling sick, for the very simple reason that even then, he did not wish to disturb his parents or cause them worry, since he saw them working all day.

He was four years old when his mother announced that she was pregnant. Alfred didn’t quite understand that word, but his father explained: In a few months, he would have a little sibling who was right now growing in his mother’s belly. To Alfred, these news were the most exciting thing he had ever heard, and he promised to always take good care of his mother and his little sibling. From that day on, he didn’t leave his mother alone for a single second (except at night) and helped her with everything if he could. He cooked dinner with her, helped her clean the house and feed the animals of the farm. Magdalena gave him a reward every night, and that was a book. Every evening, she now read a few pages to him, and by the time she gave birth to his sister Anna, Alfred was able to read some words.

From now on, he supported his mother even more in everything that she did as she was busy with his sister as well. Alfred was also an incredibly loving brother who spent as much time as possible with Anna from the beginning on. The two of them grew up as siblings and friends alike, knowing that they could always count on the other. It was Alfred who taught her how to read and write, and it was Anna who forced him to leave his room more often and actually see the world outside, even though his interest for that was almost non existent. They were inseparable, and it was almost impossible to name one of them without naming the other.

As wonderful as his relationship with his sister was and as much as he loved his mother, his father always caused him a certain pain. Even at a young age, Alfred was aware of the fact that he was a huge disappointment to the man who worked so hard to keep his family alive and who had hoped that Alfred would be like him. Instead, he was stuck with a son who was pretty much useless to him. The good grades that Alfred got in school didn’t matter to him since he was convinced that his son would never have the possibility of going to university anyway. Where Alfred’s mother supported their son in his interest for literature and history, his father tried to push him more and more towards physical work. Alfred obeyed unhappily, knowing that there was no point in fighting his father.

The years passed. Alfred, who mainly cared about his family and his grades, had barely any friends. If he was entirely honest with himself, there was only one person whom he would consider a friend. He was called Otto and while he was not as intelligent as Alfred was, he was just as polite and kind, and the two of them got along wonderfully. Otto was the first to know about the crush that Alfred had on a girl called Johanna when he was 17 years old, and he was also the one who encouraged Alfred to make the first step. Alfred “asked her out” several times, but none of them were phrased in a way that would give away his romantic interest. After a few months, Johanna had enough of this and, refusing to make the first step herself, got in a relationship with someone else.

It didn’t break Alfred’s heart as much as he would have expected it; both Anna and Otto were there for him during that time. On top of that, Alfred knew that romance was not the most important thing in life. Much more important during that time was his mother, who had fallen ill and who was getting worse and worse with every passing day. It was mainly Anna who cared for her because it was expected of her, but Alfred did whatever he could as well. He spent a lot of time at theAlbertus-Universität Königsberg during that time and talked to the professors for medicine, somehow believing that they might have ideas that the doctors didn’t even consider. But even they did not know; all they told Alfred was that he should spend his time with his mother instead of them as he would most likely not have a lot of time for her anymore in the future.

Magdalena Fuchs passed away only a few weeks before Alfred had to make his final decision about what to do with his life and his career, and he truly wished that he didn’t have to make that decision. He didn’t quite see the point in building a career when he had just lost his mother. Strangely, it was Anna, of all people, who told him that he could not give up now, that their mother would have wanted him to do the best he could possibly do. It made sense to him, painfully so; and yet, it wasn’t helping to know that he didn’t have many choices. Convincing his father to let him go to university took him a long time and he wasted most of his energy on it. Finally, after weeks of constantly telling his father that he could only be happy if he got to study, Hans gave in ── under the condition, that Alfred would study some kind of science instead of philology, the only subject he truly wanted to study.

Alfred agreed, however ── jealous of his friend Otto, who was actually allowed to study history at the same university. It took him a while to pick a subject that he found somewhat interesting, and so he settled for pathology, specifically pathophysiology. Since some of the professors still knew him from the time he was there, he got to do an internship there first and was then offered a stipend, much to Hans’ pleasure. It made the entire situation easier for him, and Alfred couldn’t claim that he minded either. He was truly happy that his father now didn’t have a reason anymore to be against his studies.

His grades were incredibly good, especially because Alfred feared that he would lose his stipend if his grades dropped and soon enough, one of his professors developed a certain interest in him. Having heard mainly bad things about professor Abronsius, Alfred decided to stay away from him as much as he possibly could, and it worked out just fine for the first two years of his studies. All in all, however, his life was going pretty well during that time, apart from the occasional arguments with his father, who still thought that the family Fuchs did not need anyone who studied; all of them had always be farmers and it had always been good. He never forced Alfred to stop his studies since money was not a problem, but he was never truly happy about it.

His fifth semester started with a confession of his friend Otto. They had been studying together at Otto’s place, glad that his parents were not there so they could speak freely, when Otto suddenly said that he had to tell Alfred a secret that he could never tell anyone else. Alfred was worried, immediately feared that his only friend was sick or had been involved in a crime, and so he promised not to talk to anyone about whatever it was that the other would tell him now. It turned out that it was closer to the second than the first, although… well, it certainly depended on who you’d ask. It took him some convincing (Otto had almost decided to drop the topic again), but then he finally told Alfred what it was.

Otto was one of these men who loved other men.

For Alfred, this was an information that was hard to process, and he couldn’t help but wonder why his friend had told him about this in the first place. Surely he couldn’t expect Alfred to laugh and reply “Oh, me too!”, for that would have been a horrible lie. (Or wouldn’t it?) It confused him, at least until Otto said that he had needed to talk about it. That he had needed to hear that he was not a bad person for feeling this way. And that Alfred was the only one who would surely understand and accept him. Alfred wanted to know how Otto could have been so sure on that, but he didn’t dare to; for strangely, his friend was right. He wasn’t able to tell why exactly that was the case, but somehow, he couldn’t judge his friend for these feelings, even though Alfred had only heard negative things about this topic, at least during the very few times someone had actually talked about it.

The topic was dropped that day, and they never talked about it again, but Alfred kept thinking about it. It was this conversation that made him realise that he possibly could be interested in men as well. It made now sense to him why he had always seen boys and girls in the same way, why there had never been a big difference between the two of them to him. For a few weeks, these thoughts plagued him; then, he dropped them again. Romance wasn’t important, he wasn’t willing to start a relationship anyway ── so why get crazy over something that played no important part in his life?

After these few weeks of mental absence, Alfred threw himself into his studies again. He read more and more, even books which he wasn’t supposed to read yet or at all during his studies, but he was convinced to finish these studies with the best grades he could possibly get. He didn’t really care about pathology, but he did care about his career, no matter what it would ultimately be. Professor Abronsius still expressed his interest in Alfred, asked him more and more often to stay after class to hand him some scientific essays or books which he thought might catch Alfred’s interest. While Alfred could not deny that something about his professor seemed odd, he couldn’t see the insane man some of the other professors saw in him at all, and so he stayed after his classes happily, reading the essays and books as quickly as he could and returning them after only a few days, just to get more.

One day, professor Abronsius handed Alfred a book that he had written himself. The title confused him (“The bat”), but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he offered the old man a smile and thanked him, then took the book home just like all the others. He started reading in the evening, and it was now that it hit him why exactly everyone else thought of his professor as insane.

It was a book about vampires, creatures which Alfred had heard about before, but he was convinced that they could not exist. Creatures which turned into ash if they stepped into the sun; creatures which drank human blood in order to survive; creatures which slept in coffins and only left them at night. Nothing about what he read sounded real in any way ── but Abronsius had proof. All the stories he wrote about, all the people he mentioned whom he had apparently met! All these things made it so hard for Alfred to think of his professor as insane; instead, he slowly found himself agreeing with everything that he read while at the same time convincing himself that he needed a final proof before he could believe in the existence of such creatures.

Professor Alibori (Alfred would later find out that he was Abronsius’ personal enemy regarding the scientific research on vampires) gave him this proof, unknowingly. Alfred had only had a little question about the essay he was supposed to write, but Alibori turned him down; he had work to do. A package had arrived, just a few teeth, but they were important. Something inside of him told Alfred to ask for more detail, and Alibori told him happily; sharp, pointy teeth, almost fangs if one wanted to call them that. He had been asked to take a close look at them, and so he would.

Alfred didn’t need to see these teeth to know what they meant. When the students were told that in their sixth semester, they had to do an internship, he immediately asked professor Abronsius if he could need someone who helped him out with his personal research and university work. The old man knew, of course, why Alfred was asking him specifically, and he agreed. On the first day already, Alfred got involved in the research as if he had been a part of it from the beginning on, and soon enough, he couldn’t help but want to know everything about vampires that he possibly could. It was mainly the transformation that he cared about, to find out how exactly the human body changed in order to allow a vampire to exist in the way they did.

How did the fangs grow and how long did it take? What happened to the organs so that they allowed someone to consume blood without choking or throwing up? What happened to the human skin so that it burned in the sun? And what happened to these humans so that they did not possess a reflection anymore? He wanted answers to all of these questions, and he was truly excited that the studies he had chosen tied to this wonderfully. Abronsius noticed the dedication with which Alfred threw himself into these studies and he hinted quite a few times that someone like Alfred could do his internship for longer, maybe a year, it would work wonderfully with his stipend. The university’s director agreed (Alfred realised later how sneaky it had been of Abronsius, telling the director about this plan and convincing him before Alfred had the slightest idea) that for someone as talented as Alfred, it would make sense to gain more practical knowledge even during his studies. He should study for a semester longer and drop out for the seventh, drawing out his internship for longer. It would look good on his job applications later, they said, and who was he to say no to that? Surely his father would be somewhat proud if it wasn’t even hard for Alfred one day to get a job.

What he hadn’t expected, however, was that this internship now meant that he’d have to travel with Abronsius. Apparently, the professor had planned his trip for years, collecting information about a little village in Transylvania. It had been hard, he said, to collect these information, and Alfred believed him.

Alfred didn’t really want this kind of practical knowledge. He didn’t want to get physically close to vampires, at least not those who were still alive, as Abronsius had happily pointed out. But he had agreed to this internship, so saying no was not an option anymore. They left Königsberg soon after their first conversation about this journey, Abronsius happy that he was getting closer to his one goal in life, Alfred devastated about having to leave his sister behind ── most likely forever.

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#╳ │ about: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ muse: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ headcanon: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ interactions: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ aesthetic: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ faceclaim: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ fanart: Alfred Fuchs #╳ │ relation: Alfred Fuchs & Professor Abronsius #╳ │ relation: Alfred Fuchs & Graf von Krolock #╳ │ relation: Alfred Fuchs & Herbert von Krolock #╳ │ relation: Alfred Fuchs & Magda #╳ │ verse: pre canon ( Alfred )#╳ │ verse: canon ( Alfred )#╳ │ verse: post canon ( Alfred )

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The Last Line: Character Introduction Commissioner Draven

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It was well after dark by the time Rune was able to slip away from Rask’s socializing. It was hard to see her way home, clouds hiding the moon without even a glimpse of a single satellite. She couldn’t get rid of the thought of the white eyes of those Dræcraft officers, the way they had stared into her, as if they knew.

She shuddered.

Crossing the bridge she thought she saw a figure standing at the other end. It was hard to tell who it was, or if there was even anyone there.

Her stomach knotted at the memory of the man who attached Becker.

Would someone attack her too? For being his orderly? Perhaps not. Not since she was a representative of Rome. No one would want to hurt her since Rome was helping Anglia.

Unless it’s one of them. Unless they know.

She swallowed roughly, trying to keep her legs under her as she continued across the bridge. There was little choice as to what she could do. There was no where else for her to go, and turning around would only cement she was guilty. But if it was someone with ill intent, there was no one else around. No one to help her.

Tucking her hands into her pockets she kept to her side, doing her best to seem unbothered. She had her keys. Why had she stayed so long? She had only meant it to be a quick visit. The sun set earlier now and she knew being out in the dark was dangerous. Why hadn’t she interrupted Rask and left sooner?

Her stomach bolted up her throat as a shadow stepped away from the railing and into her path.

“Orderly Vitale?” The gruff voice was like the growl of a dog, danger in a whisper. She wondered if she could survive the temperatures and rush of the water beneath the bridge.

“Sir,” her voice shook.

“Commissioner Rocco Draven,” his introduction was no more pleasant.

“Nice to meet—”

“What has kept you out after curfew, my boy?”

“I, uh, I was visiting the chapel after work. I was on my way home.” His boots were heavy on the bridge, form growing even taller as he approached. The twisting in her stomach became a chill, difficult to hold her knees steady. This was no man. This was a hunter.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Vitale.” Easily a foot taller than her, he stopped just far enough away to lean down eye to eye. But she wouldn’t dare look at him, knowing better than to lock eyes with a predator. “Why are you out after curfew?”

“He’s accompanying me.” Becker.

Her stomach climbed down from her esophagus, swallowing the chill as Draven rose to his full height. He was pale, as sharp and dangerous as lightening. “I didn’t mean to keep him out so late. I blame Bailey, really.” Becker reached her side, sure and steady. “I assure you it won’t happen again, Commissioner.”

“I do hope that it doesn’t, Earl. The Romans need to learn punctuality if they’re going to live among us. The night is only good for thieves and assassins.”

Becker pressed a hand to the small of her back, a nudging guide around Draven.

“I tell Grandmaster Møller the very same.” Another press and she was able to unlock her knees and move. One step became two and it took all of her control not to run. “We appreciate your vigilance, Commissioner.”

Draven gave an unimpressed hum, anything else lost to the rising ring in her ears. Her feet were numb, gaze fixed on what little she could see of the street ahead. She wasn’t sure how far she walked before being tugged into an alley.

“Humor me,” Becker hissed, hand in her sleeve. “At which point did you think being out on your own in the dark was a good idea?” She could only shake her head, barely able to breathe. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I just… I was with Earl Rask.”

“And did you tell Rask?” His voice shook with the strain to keep quiet. “Do you have any idea who that was?”

“No, sir.”

“A Dræcraft officer, one of the Council’s personal ranks. He can do whatever he likes given any reason to be suspicious of you. If any Dræcraft even think you’re dishonest, they will arrest you. Draven makes a living forcing information from Brogaldans. What chance do you think you’d stand?”

Her stomach lurched, hand flying over her mouth. She just barely stopped it, eyes and jaw clenched shut, shaking from head to toe. Becker huffed.

“You must always be careful around them if you can’t avoid them.” His voice was less harsh, “They’re trained in weeding out dishonest persons, foreign and Angle alike. No matter what, you can’t let them catch you alone –and I can guarantee Rask will do nothing to help you. He’s a coward.” A tap to her arm caused her eyes to open, quickly grabbing the offered handkerchief.

“I just wanted to find the chapel.” She tried not to cry.

“For what?”

“To give thanks for getting us out of Bimmer safely.” He gave a stale chuckle.

“You went to the chapel to give thanks for that? You are far more turned around than I thought.” He leaned out from the alley, peering up and down the road before waving them out.

“There was a good chance we wouldn’t have made it out alive. I feel like it’s the least I could do.” She followed, stomach settling at the twinge of irritation. “I gave thanks for meeting you, too.”

“You give thanks to a whittled chunk of wood and not to Møller who selected you, or Fuchs who won the alliance to begin with?” Shaking his head he checked over his shoulder again. “You poor fool.”

“If you aren’t religious that’s your choice, but I know it wasn’t chance that got us out of Bimmer.”

“You’re right. It was hard work.” He stopped, turning to her. “Would your chunk of wood have helped you from the Dræcraft?”

“I’m—”

“What would your most holy have done against Shaders trained in interrogating Brogaldans? Predator men who can see in the darkest nights, five times stronger than the average person, who hardly tire or fail? What would he do to help you escape these fortress walls before they could arrest you?”

Her words failed her, tensing as he stepped closer, finger pressing into her shoulder.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So don’t disrespect my men by saying it was your make-believe deity when they protected Bimmer.” Straightening his blazer he stepped back, frowning. “Give my men more credit. They trust you, don’t they?”

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