#i really hate begging for this but i dont want this au to flop

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Beside The Dying Fire (part three)

[DnD AU with the tour!verse]

Part 1 Part 2

Once again, thank you to @spooner7308 for letting me use EB!!

Word count: 4079

TW: Blood, maggots

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  “Katherine! Katherine, wake up!”

Katherine’s eyes snapped open, but she thought she was just imagining that for a moment because it was still so dark. And then she realized that that was smoke.

  “Wake up! We’re being attacked! The forest is on fire!”

Katherine sat up straight, gasping--and then breaking out into a fit of coughing as she inhaled a breath of smoke. Her treehouse was filled with thick, dark grey ash that had seeped in through her shutters and wide open door, but through it she saw Elan standing in front of her, shaking in fear. His ears wouldn’t stop twitching in his obvious panic.

  “What?” Katherine rasped. She scrambled to her feet; the night before, she had fallen asleep in one of her chairs, since Joan had been in the bed.

Speaking of Joan-- Katherine looked around frantically and spotted the little Tiefling pressed against the wall, quaking. Her tail was wound around one of her legs and her claws were clenched tightly in fright. When she noticed Katherine looking over at her, her ears flicked back.

  “Katherine!!!” Elan’s shriek brought Katherine back into full awareness. “We’re all going to die!!!”

  “Calm down!” Katherine shook the young man’s shoulders. “We’re not going to die!” And then she grabbed her bow and quiver, rushed past him, and ran out onto her balcony, gazing out at the burning village before her.

Dark figures were weaving through the trees, casting distorted shadows across the smoldering ground. Roaring flames tore across the huts and tents, swallowing plants and shrubbery, leaping onto fleeing victims with swift brutality. A pair of fauns were seizing on the ground, engulfed in fire. A wood elf that would teach younger kids in the village was screaming in pain from somewhere beyond. A Tabaxi was lying motionless by a pond, his body crisp and black, one arm reaching to the salvation of the water he would never get to. Some villagers were grappling in the fire, throwing flaming javelins and swinging giant broadswords and tossing nets onto anyone who wasn’t burning alive. A few people were wearing thick armor with symbols that bore the mark of a bronze snake eating its own tail. 

With a jolt, Katherine realized that was the mark of King Henry’s forces.

EB was right. King Henry was attacking for their disagreement. 

And he was going to kill them all. 

  “What do we do?!” Elan squawked, scrambling up behind Katherine.

Through the billowing smoke and towering flames, Katherine noticed Catalina fighting off a few enemies, loudly shouting things over the panic. Katherine ran to her and put an arrow in the back of a goblin that would have gotten a slice out of her friend.

  “Catalina!” Katherine said breathlessly. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine,” Catalina replied, looking around everywhere with her sword out in a defensive position. “What the hell is happening?”

  “It’s Henry,” Katherine told her. “He’s attacking.”

Suddenly, a Hobgoblin lunged out of the smoke with a dagger aimed for Katherine’s heart. Before either Katherine or Catalina could react, Maggie smashed into the Hobgoblin, knocking him off course and sending him sprawling. Maggie raised her spear and jammed it into his skull mercilessly.

  “Thanks,” Katherine gasped. 

  “No problem,” Maggie answered, yanking her spear out with a squelching of blood and flesh. “We can’t let them take us.”

  “I know.”

Katherine knocked an arrow and sent it flying into the head of a human soldier swinging at a satyr. At her side, Catalina swung at any close-ranged opponents, while Maggie galloped back into the fray to get her hands dirty. Through the smoke, Katherine thought she could see Anne bashing in the skull of a goblin with her lute.

Katherine had never had to kill someone before. She was slightly frightened by how she wasn’t fazed by what she was doing, but she assumed that was because of the adrenaline rush pumping through her. She and her people would die if she didn’t fight back. She had to.

As a tidal wave of ash crashed down, a new challenger hulked through the fire. It was a dark grey Goliath with forest green marking weaving up and down his limbs and face. His expression was set in a firm leer, eyes piercing brown, and he was coming right for Katherine.

Katherine loaded an arrow into her bow and sent it flying at the Goliath’s chest, but was shocked to watch it bounce off. Her assailant did not wait for her to regain your wits before striking, and although she leapt away, the spikes of a barbed mace still scored a line of pain down her right thigh.

A hiss escaped Katherine’s clenched teeth, even as she regained her balance and prepared a riposte. She could feel blood seeping through the fur of her pants. She shook off the pain and swung her entire bow at the Goliath, only to have it feel like she just struck a block of marble. The Goliath chuckled deeply in his throat and slammed his mace downwards; Katherine barely had enough time to raise her bow to deflect him.

The two of them were locked together, Katherine’s sinews screaming, her head pounding. She pushed with all her might, but the Goliath was so much stronger than she was and was starting to push her bow down. The deadly spikes of his mace pricked mere inches away from Katherine’s face.

And then, from out of nowhere, Joan came running and plunged a tiny wooden stake into the Goliath’s back.

The Goliath jolted and swung his head around. The stake hadn’t fully impaled him, but it did draw a tiny drop of red blood. He narrowed his eyes at the pinprick, then raised one of his huge, thickly-muscled arms up and slammed it into Joan.

The little Tiefling went flying. She landed in a patch of smoldering grass, which she instantly leapt away from with a howl of pain. Katherine felt a rush of protectiveness burst through her as she watched this, and she grabbed another arrow and stabbed it into the Goliath’s eye when he turned back to her.

That went through.

The Goliath let out a roar of pain as Katherine pushed the arrow in deeper and deeper. He whipped his body back and forth, but even when Katherine was shaken free, the damage had been done. The Goliath staggered away, groaning like a wounded wild animal.

  “Joan,” Katherine called out. Smoke itched in her throat, and her thigh was starting to throb, but she ignored it. “Joan, sweetheart, come here. I’ll protect you.”

Surprisingly, the little Tiefling obeyed and scrambled over to her. Katherine could see that the back of her raggedy white cotton tunic was charred black and she could smell hints of burning flesh, though that may have been from the people burning all around her.

  “Catalina!” Katherine called, feeling a pang of anxiety bolt through her. She hadn’t been keeping an eye on her friend as she was fighting the Goliath.

  “I’m here!” Catalina called back. Katherine spotted her to the left, cutting down a Hobgoblin with her sword. She staggered over, breathing raggedly. “I’m here.” Sweat was running down her face from the heat of the fire and she looked tired. Even if she would never admit it, fighting in her condition was wearing away at her.

  “You need to go somewhere safe,” Katherine told her. “The baby--”

  “The baby is fine, Kat,” Catalina hissed through gritted teeth. She jerked her sword around to someone running by, and Katherine noticed how she was holding it so it would be angled protectively over her stomach. “I have to stay and help.”

  “You’re breathing in too much smoke.”

  “I’m fine.” Catalina said stubbornly. “You need help, Kat. Not everyone in this village can fight.”

As if the universe were proving her right, a wood elf was knocked down and got his neck slashed open a few yards away.

  “Alright,” Katherine gave in. “Fine. But please be safe.”

Catalina flashed her a smile, even in their predicament. “Of course.”

The three of them, Joan included once she got her claws on a fallen shortsword, fought through the fire, pushing Henry’s forces back as much as they could. They cut and shot and stabbed and slashed through the onslaught of soldiers bearing down on them, trying their best to regain control of the forest.

There was a battlecry from behind; Katherine swung around and nearly took out the eyes of Anne, who was standing over a corpse with a dented skull. Dark red blood dripped off of her lute as she hefted it in her hands.

  “You gotta be more aware of your surroundings!” Anne said, still somehow sounding jolly even in this situation. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism to deal with all the death and destruction going on around them. Even so, her deer ears were drooped down, signaling her anguish.

  “Thank you, Anne,” Katherine said in relief, half because she was happy to see that her cousin was still alive.

  “Huh,” Catalina said. “Bards can be useful aside from singing and playing music!”

Anne actually laughed. “Never doubt us!” And then she sprung off her powerful deer haunches and cleaved the sharp edged of her lute into the skull of an unsuspecting goblin. A second goblin came out from a cloud of smoke, ready to stab her, but Maggie thrust her spear through his back before he could even aim for Anne.

  “Catalina,” Katherine turned to her friend. “Can you put out the fire?”

Catalina blinked, then realized what Katherine meant. She nodded and raised her sword to the dark sky, murmured an incantation, and then cracked it into a nearby enemy.

Like before, the resulting clap of thunder was booming. Katherine’s skull throbbed with the noise, and she thought could feel the shockwave reverberate in the cuts along her thigh, the pain pulsing in time with the vibrations. She staggered like last time, but kept her balance as rain began to pelt down, beating against the fire.

  “Thank you,” Katherine said to Catalina, who smiled wryly at her.

  “Damn,” Anne said, letting out a slight laugh. “Having a rain spell is very useful during a forest fire!”

  “Oh, it’s not a rain spell,” Catalina said. “It’s actually Thundering Smite. It’s supposed to just call upon thunder, but I guess the rain came, too, since it was already stormy.”

Anne shrugged. “Still a good spell. Thank you, Catalina!” She smiled, and then a crossbow bolt was put in her eye.

At first, Katherine thought she was screaming, and then she realized that it was Maggie. Anne stared blankly at them, the tip of the bolt protruding out of her right eyeball, half-mumbling and half-slurring on her words as her brain shut down. Then, she fell lifelessly, and revealed the human archer standing a few feet behind her. Maggie took him out in a flying tackle, screeching in anguished fury, and the two of them tumbled through a wall of flames, disappearing from sight.

For the first time that night, Katherine was truly in shock. Suddenly, all her adrenaline was gone and she was left with the horrifying realization of what exactly was happening all around her.

Her home was being burnt to the ground.

  “Kat… Kat… Katherine!”

Catalina’s voice brought Katherine back to awareness. She flinched, blinking her eyes through prickling smoke, and saw her friend in front of her, worry written all of her face.

  “Kat, are you there? Are you with me?” Catalina asked frantically. Joan was at her side, silent but nervous. “Kat?” She reached her hands out, and Katherine took them in her own, squeezing tightly.

  “I’m here,” Katherine whispered. “I’m here.”

  “Oh, god, Kat, I’m so sorry,” Catalina said. “I’m so sorry.”

Katherine opened her mouth to say something, though she didn’t exactly know what, but was charged at and tackled before the words could come out of her mouth.

Katherine and her attacker tumbled across the ground in a heap of tangled limbs, fur clothes and steel armor slapping against each other, but it was the attacker who came out on top. Blinking through a haze of starbursts and smog, Katherine saw EB on top of her, pinning her to the floor, holding an ebony war ax to her throat.

  “I told you,” EB said, and her voice sounded genuinely anguished. “I told you we would attack.”

Katherine growled lowly in her throat. She reached for her fallen bow, but EB kicked it away.

  “I didn’t want to do this,” EB said.

  “Then why did you?” Katherine snapped. 

  “I had to!”

  “You don’t have to do anything!”

The blade of the axe pressed closer to Katherine’s neck, drawing a thin streak of bright red blood.

  “I didn’t want to,” EB said again. “But you gave me no-- OW!!”

EB whirled around, the blade of her axe narrowly missing Katherine’s jugular, and saw Joan and Catalina standing there. Catalina’s sword was pointed forward, while Joan’s hands were empty. Because the arrow that had been occupying them was now stabbed through EB’s side.

  “Heh,” EB actually laughed. “That’s surprising.”

  “Get off of her.” Catalina said, stepping forward. “Now. Or I swear to all the celestial beings that I will put this sword through your fucking skull.”

EB studied her, and then Joan, and then hissed, “Shit.” She clambered off of Katherine and stood up, wincing because of the arrow still in her side. “I can’t kill a kid. Or a pregnant woman.”

  “Bitch--” Catalina growled. 

EB ignored her. “Get up.” She said to Katherine. “Come on. Reinforcements will be here soon.”

Katherine understood what she was doing and grabbed her bow, then stood up as quickly as possible.

EB led them through the burning forest, far away from the area where she saw reinforcements would come. The heavy rainfall was doing its best to combat the fire, but the flames were strong and powerful, and were eating away at the trees rapidly. Waves of smoke and ash and soot battered into them, and Joan had staggered into a coughing fit at one point in the run, but Katherine managed to get her moving again. A flaming tree crashed down in their path, and EB recoiled away. Katherine felt Catalina (or maybe just her belly) bump into her when she skidded to an abrupt halt.

  “This way!” EB yelled, sprinting into the trees to the left.

Pelting rain and flakes of ash fluttered from the sky in a flurry of cruel elements. Katherine had to squint so she wouldn’t be blinded by raindrop or ember. Her lungs were starting to burn, both from running and from the smog that infected every particle of clean air around her. She was worried they would all suffocate before salvation came.

But that didn’t happen. Because they burst through a line of trees and out onto a clearing with a gorge slashed through it. A river raged inside the channel, just six feet down the cliff faces.

There was no way to get across.

  “What do we do?” Catalina gasped.

EB looked up and down the river, and Katherine could see that there was no way over to the other side for several miles. Not something they could reach in time before they were caught.

  “Katherine,” EB said, catching Katherine’s attention. “Listen to me. You need to find a way away from here. My troops are going to catch up soon.”

  “What about your wound?” Katherine asked, eyeing the arrow still lodged through EB’s side.

EB snorted. “I’ve had worse.”

That Katherine could believe.

EB’s expression hardened. “If we ever meet again, I’m going to have to kill you.” 

Those words slithered into Katherine’s brain like venomous snakes, taking her off guard. She saw that EB was being completely serious, even if, deep down, she didn’t want to be. At her sides, Joan and Catalina were tense.”

  “Stop the war.” EB spoke again, this time softer, more pleading. “Please.” And then she stepped forward and shoved Katherine into the river below.

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After the three of them crawled out of the river, Katherine, Catalina, and Joan ran. 

After floating in a river and struggling to stay above the rapids and being beaten by rocks for what felt like hours, they ran for what felt like even more hours.

They didn’t know where they were going.

They were now miles away from their home. Joan was limping. Catalina, despite herself, looked exhausted. Katherine was so thirsty. They were all very hungry.

Hunting was tradition in an English Aristocrat- or that was what Catalina said the guards and nobles in her city said. Even the lowest of peasants found thrill in wielding a weapon and hunting game. Katherine had never fired her bow with shivering, trembling limbs, and she never thought she would have to, but then she and Catalina and Joan stumbled upon the rotting corpse of a hunter in the grass, with a quiver full of arrows that they would need if they wanted to survive out there.

There was a bear trap clamped tightly on the left ankle. The quiver was strapped around the torso. Maggots festered on the head and chest and groin. Katherine told Catalina and Joan to look away. They do not disobey; Joan went to collect firewood and Catalina sat down to rest.

Katherine muttered apologies as she knelt beside the body. A trail of maggots squished loudly beneath her knees. She did her best to ignore it.

The stench of the corpse was overpowering. The feel of maggots wriggling over her hands was worse.

Katherine had to stick her fingers in the maggot mass to untangle the quiver. They were slimy little creatures and squirmed wildly when touched, clearly angry. A few wiggle up her digits, tickling the soft flesh, and Katherine shook her hand wildly, sending the worms flying. She worked faster, but that just made the squelching noises louder and louder until--

Katherine ripped the quiver off the rotting corpse and vomited.

Joan and Catalina were waiting at a nearby clearing with a pile of sticks. Katherine praised Joan wearily. Catalina caught Katherine’s exhausted expression.

  “Kat?” Catalina spoke up for the first time in hours. “Are you alright?”

  “Yeah,” Katherine mumbled. The front of her tunic was drenched in vomit. “Just…tired.”

Catalina pursed her lips in disbelief, but said, “Okay.” 

Katherine knelt beside the sticks and then stared at them, as if she were hoping they would light on fire if she gave them a stern-enough look. Then, she took her bow, a stick, and began a technique she once read about in a book.

It was called the “bow drill” apparently. By using a bow to grind a stick against a piece of wood, enough friction would be created to start a fire. On paper, it sounded like a simple way to help in a survival situation, but actually doing it was a lot more problematic.

Katherine was crouched on the ground, drilling a stick down on another piece of wood for half an hour, and all she really succeeded in was tearing strips off of her hands. Fresh blisters stung and glowed angry pink in the open air. Splinters poked at the patches of raw flesh, deepening Joan’s agony, but she kept trying. She feared she and Catalina and Joan would freeze during the night if she didn’t.

After nearly an hour, there were enough ashes to dump into a pile of dry moss and grass to blow on, eventually starting a small fire that slowly grew larger and larger. Katherine actually sobbed out of relief. Catalina knelt down next to her and hugged her. Joan sat back on a log and stared blankly at her hooves.

It was sad, really, that they both thought that this was the best thing to ever happen to them.

Katherine told Joan and Catalina to tend to the fire while she went out to get dinner. She regretted it almost immediately, as the darkness of the forest seemed to close around her. For a moment, she swore she thought she saw a writhing black mass of human limbs in one of the shadows…

The buck had heard her coming, and Katherine cursed herself. She already didn’t want to kill an innocent animal, but it fleeing was just making this even worse. She began to fear getting lost if she went any further.

The buck ran out of sight, and Katherine tried to chase after it on her sore, tired legs. She pushed harshly through the brambles and bushes. She knew she wouldn’t find it on the other side; she’d given it so much warning with her clumsy noise it could be anywhere by now.

Katherine turned around and began retracing her steps. She stopped, however, when she saw another deer nearby.

Katherine drew her bow, staring down a trembling arrow, praying that her hands would be steady enough to keep her and her companions from starving to death. Despair set in as she released the arrow. She was clawing for one more hellish day in this nightmare that had become her life in a span of mere hours.

The deer never knew what hit her. And it was a her. Katherine was able to discern that as she crouched down next to the body and brought her next arrow closer. The arrowhead was small but sharp, and she began slicing the fur away, wondering if she could make some gloves, or sleeves, or something to hold back the constant wind and rain that would soon come with fall.

A smaller noise squealed from her left, and she snatched up her bow. The new animal was…young. It was a deer, barely two months old, and Katherine knew instantly that she had just orphaned the little one.

(Just like how the raiders had orphaned her and maybe even Joan and Catalina.)

It was terrified of her, but unable to leave the mother’s body…

The helpless creature squealed again, and Katherine knew it was doomed. More so than she was. She, at least, had learned the protection of silence. The baby’s squealing would call down every carnivore or person in the area.

Katherine notched another arrow into her bow…and put it right between the little creature’s eyes.

Her lack of hesitation scared her.

(Something told her this wasn’t going to be the only innocent blood she would spill.)

She had thrown away more than a few of the promises she had made to herself over her lifetime. She had promised that she wouldn’t participate in hunting baby animals or mothers. She had promised herself she wouldn’t give way to despair. She had promised herself she wouldn’t be cruel to anything or anyone that was helpless. But now she didn’t care. If someone she loved had come by with a piece of bread, she would have caved their head in with a rock to get a bite of it.

Savage. She felt savage.

Katherine dragged the deer’s back to the camp. Catalina and Joan said nothing about the baby.

Gutting was a painful process. Catalina took over after Katherine threw up again.

  “Sit down and rest, love,” That’s what Catalina had said when she slipped the arrow out of her hand and gently nudged her aside. Katherine was too tired to argue with her.

Catalina cooked slabs of deer meat in the fire as best as she could, but Katherine could tell that she burned it. The smell was too fresh and familiar to all of them.

Majority of the food went to Catalina for obvious reasons. She ate a lot more than Katherine had expected, but she must have used a lot of energy after running and fighting. Katherine ate two pieces of meat. Joan nibbled on a strip of charred venison, and then didn’t eat at all again.

The sun was just starting to come up when they all huddled together to rest. Katherine rested her shaking hands on Catalina’s belly because the small flutters of life from within gave her a little more hope. Joan was leaning against her, curled into a small ball. Catalina was on her other side, with her head resting against Katherine’s own. And they stayed like that, shivering.

  “Kat?” Catalina croaked after a while. “What are we going to do?”

Katherine watched their fire start to burn out, swirling soft grey smoke towards the even greyer sky, and said, “We’re going to stop the war.”

[strawbxrryneptune]

omgomg can u continue and make a pt2 of that idol/staff au where jimin pins y/n against the wall of a dressing room or so?? dom jimin with some saliva play as in spitting 🤭

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This is fix it part two, if you havent read it its here . You dont need to read it for context, its just reader giving Jimin some good head 🤡 this one is angsty? I dunno if that's the right word but its mostly filth with some fluff ;)))) ENJOY !!

Jimin is such a switch in this, it's crazy. Put on your neck brace cause WHIPLASH

Warnings: Very unrealistic multiple orgasms, like she cums so much and she's just chillin, thigh riding, slight fingering, face sitting, 69, Jimin's in love, lots of making out because Jimin's lips are heaven, But seriously he loves kissing in this so be prepared, I got lazy so you're gonna have to imagine the fucking 🤡

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"(Y/n)-ssi, Jimin got juice all over his shirt!! "

"(y/n) -ssi, Jimin ripped his pants!!"

"(Y/n) -ssi, Jimin needs new earrings!! "

It was like that everyday, Jimin doing something to make your life a sexually frustrating nightmare. Ever since you sucked him off at his performance a week ago, he's been acting like a smug little shit. He even went as far as pinning you against a wall, just to whisper hotly into your ear what he wanted to do to you before walking away like nothing happened. You were on the verge of snapping, and if Jimin didn't come through with his filthy promises you were going to quit right then and there. Well, maybe not quit, but you would definetly consider being someone else's stylist, preferably Yoongi, since he slept most of the time, and when he wasn't sleeping he was actually really nice to talk to.

"(y/n)-ssi, J-"

" Jimin broke his heel? Ripped his shirt? Tore the jeans that are supposed to be fucking torn?! "

you yell in frustration, stomping your way towards his dressing room. You're gonna have to apologize to the poor coordi-noona later, right now you need to give Jimin a piece of your mind. You practically bust down the door to his dressing room, startling the pink haired male in the process. Even though you're beyond pissed, you can't deny that Jimin looks amazing with his freshly dyed locks. It makes his features even softer, yet at the same time it makes him look like an actual demon.

"Is something wrong, (Y/n)?"

you narrow your eyes at the boy in front of you, sprawled out on his couch like he owns the world. Without replying, you strut towards him, your short plaid skirt swaying with your movement. You step in between his legs, your anger boldening you. Jimin smiles slightly and reaches out for you, but you smack his hand out of the way.

"Am I a joke to you? Do you find this situation funny? Cause I am this close to telling Bang Pd-nim to fucking transfer me. I bet you have all the noonas on their knees for you, begging for you to take them. I'm nothing special, just another one of your play toys, huh? "

"No, that's not true! I-"

"You what, Jimin? Care about me? Bullshit. If you cared about me you would've done something a long time ago! I've made my feelings pretty obvious, it was getting painful to be around you all the time when you just ignored me."

you run your fingers through your hair, not realizing how dark his eyes had become.

"Ignored you? "

you shiver slightly at his rasp, inwardly cursing yourself for being so weak. He stands up slowly, pulling your body into his firm chest.

"Oh, (y/n), trust me, ignoring is not a word to describe what I've been doing. You don't even know how many times I've held back from bending you over your vanity and stuffing you full of my cock. Teach you a lesson for being such a fucking cocktease."

your mouth drops open, heat rushing throughout your body at his words.

"I don't know what you mean by ' I made my feelings pretty obvious'. I thought you hated me. "

his voice suddenly goes from throaty to shaky, and you want to reach out and and brush the hair from his eyes, but he continues.

"That day in the dressing room I couldn't believe you actually got on your knees for me. I expected you to push me away, scream at me, even hit me. It made me so happy, I just wanted more of your attention before I fucked everything up. "

You stare at him in shock, every second in silence making him more nervous. You snap out of your trance when he lets go of the hold he had on your waist, taking a step back as his hair falls into his face, blocking your view.

"I guess its too late now. You hate me. "

you shake your head vigorously, then you realize he can't see you.

"Jimin. I don't hate you... "

you finally brush his hair out of his eyes, leaning foward slightly when he doesnt look at you. Tilting his chin up, you connect your lips with his, doing a mental victory dance when he reciprocates. Your eyes widen when he pushes you against the nearest wall, never breaking lip contact. He roughly slides his tongue into your mouth, his knee wrenching your legs apart. You grind against his thigh slowly, testing out the feeling. Jimin lets out a broken moan into your mouth when he feels your heat against his leg, tensing his muscle to bring you more pleasure. You arch your back at the feeling, unlatching your mouth from his. He whines breathlessly, his lips following yours before he catches your tongue between his lips and sucks. You mewl and grind down harder against him, your high barreling towards you embarrassingly fast. Jimin grabs you harshly by your ass, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around him and squeal when he sucks hard on your pulse point.

" N-no marks, Jimin! "

he growls against your skin, biting down on your neck in retaliation.

"Don't tell me what to do. You're mine, and I don't care who sees. "

you feel your legs tremble as he practically snarls into your neck, sucking a dark bruise before moving on to another spot. He lets one of your legs down while he slides his hand down into your skirt, pushing past your panties to slide a finger inside you. You mewl into his neck, hips rocking into his hand as your high creeps up on you. Jimin slides a second finger into your tight heat, lips reconnecting with yours roughly. You cum unexpectedly around his fingers, screaming out when he doesn't stop. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, grinding his bulge against your soaked cunt.

"F-fuck, Jimin, you're so hard. "

you roll your hips along with him, choking out a moan when his tip presses into your clit.

"Just for you, baby. ",

Jimin breathes out. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he grinds harder into you, muffling his moans. You take a fistful of his hair in between your fingertips and yank his head back, causing his hips to stutter and a strangled moan to leave his lips. Pain kink. Who would've thought. You snap out of your daze when you catch how dark his eyes are, silently asking why the fuck you almost ripped his hair out-not that he was complaining. You smirk and lean in slightly to whisper in his ear.

"I wanna hear you."

he shudders slightly at the way your breath fans out across his ear, neck and cheeks heating up. He slowly begins rocking his cock back against you, whining in his throat when you lock eyes. The eye contact is intense, his tongue poking out to slowly lick his lips. You lean foward and suck his tongue into your mouth, pushing him towards the couch. He flops down onto it, breathing hard. Standing in front of him, you kick off your underwear. He holds up a finger right before you sit on him, standing up to pull his pants off.

"I dont want you to get chafing. "

he says softly. You squeal internally at how cute he is, but you're quickly renotified of the situation at hand with a twitch from Jimin's boxers. You straddle his thigh, settling yourself onto the strong muscle. He places his hands firmly on your hips, rocking you into him while connecting your lips. He swipes his tongue against your lips, slipping it in as you moan. The feeling of his thigh right against your clit, along with the vibrations of his whimpers into your mouth is driving you crazy. You can already feel your orgasm coming in strong, just a little more... As if he can read your mind, Jimin leans back so he's laying down on the couch and starts to flex his thigh as you're rocking, moaning along with you as he palms himself. You throw your head back in ecstasy, clutching onto your left tit as you fly off the edge. You shake on top of him, biting onto your lip. Jimin interlocks your fingers, looking into your eyes with raw emotion. "Why don't you come and sit on my face, princess? "

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"JIMIN"

you moan out his name in ecstasy, rolling your hips against his face. He moans into your cunt, burying his face deeper as he pushes his hips into the air, searching desperately for friction. You pant haphazardly, reaching towards his crotch. You palm his throbbing erection, eliciting a wanton moan from the Male. He detaches his puffy lips from you dripping arousal for a split second, looking towards you with dark eyes.

"Take me out, baby."

You shiver at the way the words come from his mouth, immediately sliding your hand down his torso and into his boxers to take out his length. Jimin goes back to work on your cunt, licking his way towards your swollen clit before tugging it in his mouth with a harsh suck. You shakily pull his cock out, mouth watering at his thick it is. He's the perfect length, not too long but thick enough to make you feel that slight burn. You mewl at the thought of taking his cock finally, and sink down on him in one go. His hips jerk up into your face, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he feels you swallow along his swollen cock.

"FUCK Y/N"

you chuckle against him, the vibrations driving him wild. He let's you go on for a free more seconds, lazily flicking his tongue against your clit while you work him up, then he gently nudges you off of him to sit up. You look at him confused, but he only spreads his legs and invites you over.

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I'm so sorry for the wait! I didnt wanna make you wait any longer so I kinda rushed it and forgot to incorporate the actual sex but I can just write a continuing drabble of you want 💚 I'm gonna try to complete all of my requests by Agust so if you wanna send in some new ones feel free!

[hiirunakaarchive]

– to act in haste (2)

↳ in an alternate universe where mc landed the fellowship, but not in the way she wanted. (pt 1), (pt 3), (pt 4)

◇ pairing: ethan ramsey x mc (haruna sakurai)

◇ genre: angst, like totally angst. through and through. not a single sentence of redeeming fluff here im so sorry

◇ song rec: comme au premier jour – andré gagnon

◇ word count: 3.2k+ 

◇ tags: @aworldoffandoms​, @perriewinklenerdie​ (thank u so much for waiting)

◇ author’s note: hi all! it’s been a minute! the release of OH2 finally inspired me to continue the piece that i posted last april so after a week of writing and rewriting im finally satisfied enough to post the second part! (this series is literally my baby please dont let it flop). i decided that this story will be split into three parts so i strongly suggest reading pt1 linked above if you want to make any sense of this second part LOL. pls keep in mind that i wrote part one before OH1 finished so it’s not totally faithful to the original story and has my own little spin of drama and flair so like always, feedback is always appreciated!! ill shut up now, ENJOY!

prologue

Dr. Sakurai was his epitome of a dream. Temporary, fleeting bliss that left just as soon as it came.

The two months following their confrontation were painfully, excruciatingly silent. She avoided him like the plague and the circumstances failed to change during the nine weeks he spent in the Amazon. He departed with the intent of banishing her and whatever feelings that still lingered from his heart and mind, yet one look at her was all it took for his resolve to crack.

He still loved her.

arrival

The first night marking Dr. Ramsey’s arrival back in Boston, the view of the bustling city from his airplane window evoked a flurry of fond memories. He had missed the city more than he cared to admit, yet, he had come to hate it just the same.

As the plane landed and rolled against the tarmac, Ethan stared vacantly at the distant lights of the city and let his thoughts wander.

Has she been taking care of herself?

Is she still angry with me?

Does she look any different from when I last saw her?

He let out a huff of frustration and accepted the bitter truth. Two months of cowardice and deliberately running from the thought of her did nothing to ease the sting of reality amidst his return to America.

Leaning back against the headrest, he muttered. “I need a drink.”

The next two hours passed in a blur. The doctor disembarked the aircraft in a hurry and retrieved his luggage from the carousel just as quick. Amongst that and hopping into the first cab he could hail, Ethan was unsure whether his haste was just in desperation to get home and rest or to quench his thirst for the god damn drink that airplane liquor couldn’t satisfy. 

He stumbled into his apartment and let Jenner out of the carrier, the pet becoming nothing but an obscure whiz of fur as he zipped out of the cage to celebrate the comfort and familiarity of their home.

The kitchen was still pristine, though not without a bit of dust. Looming over the marble counters and to the dining table across the room, Ethan found himself reminiscing over the last meal he had here.  

“The fellowship. Why did I win?”

“Did you think it would make me happy?”

“Is that it, Ethan? Do you pity me?”

“Christ.” He cursed to himself, ripping open the cupboards.

A single bottle of red wine greeted him, still three quarters full and untouched since the last disastrous dinner he had with Dr. Sakurai. It seemed to splash delightfully against its bottle as the man rolled his eyes and filled the glass to the brim. Inhaling the aroma and swirling the liquid with a delicate motion of his wrist, he took a sip.

This tastes like shit.

Ethan poured the wine down the sink along with the remaining contents of the bottle, bidding goodbye to the last physical remnant of that tear-ridden night two months ago.

He still needed a damn drink though.

- 

The first step he took into Donahue’s was a hopeful one, and he cursed to himself in disappointment for knowing exactly what, or more specifically, who he was hoping to see.

He quickly scanned the booths and bar, failing in the search for that recognizable head of vibrant red and black. The only vibrance he was getting was from the familiar disco ball that loomed overhead, which made him squint in distaste. Taking a seat at the bar, a voice he could only recognize as Reggie’s called to him from behind the counter, his back to him.

“Welcome, I’ll be right with you.” He said, not bothering to turn around.

“I thought I told you to get rid of that god awful toy on the ceiling.”

Reggie’s head snapped up.

“Two months of disappearing off the face of the earth did nothing to fix that attitude of yours, Ramsey.” He smiled at his regular warmly before grabbing a bottle of scotch and pouring a glass.

Reggie slid it to him across the table.

“On me. Welcome back.”

Taking it gratefully, Ethan rose it to the bartender in a toast for his generosity.

“Thank you, Reg.” He said, stepping off the stool and making his way towards his favourite spot on the patio.

Midway through the exit, the doctor’s annoyance was already stirred by the booming voices and clinking of glass from an unknown group. They were counting down, and to what, exactly? He could not, for the life of him, be bothered.

And then he heard it.

“Midnight!”

Her voice.

“To kicking ass and running Edenbrook-“

Oh God, no.

“— as second-year residents!”

Ethan stopped fully in his tracks, and the eyes that solely wandered the deck in search of a free table landed on a picnic bench where five very familiar faces smiled and laughed.

Dr. Trinh, Dr. Greene, Dr. Lahela—

He exhaled in relief as he spotted Dr. Varma.

So they’ve gone back to being friends.

And smack in the middle, Dr. Sakurai.

Haruna Sakurai.

Fairy lights that illuminated the patio in protest to the evening were strung between poles and trees erected around the terrace. Yet amongst it all, Dr. Ramsey still found her to be shining the brightest. She still had that proper and dignified air about her, and the man was relieved to see that she had begun to smile again, albeit not as merrily as she used too. He could tell that in the several months they haven’t spoken to each other that she was no longer the same wide-eyed, inquisitive doctor she once was.

I solved the case!

I figured out a way to help some people who really deserve it. It’s a good feeling.

What it means to be a doctor? It means fighting the inevitable.

During Dr. Sakurai’s first year at Edenbrook, she had admitted to Dr. Ramsey that she regarded him as her reckoning. Perhaps that was what pushed her to try harder. 

“Yeah, you were definitely an asshole, but it was less you that I was scared of, and more ‘This asshole is my greatest inspiration and I can’t disappoint him’.” She rambled on their stroll back to the hospital from Derry Roasters.

He chuckled fondly as he continued to look straight ahead, the corners of his mouth curving up in a ghost of a smile.

“You could never disappoint me.”

She had learned and grown, and Dr. Ramsey was there to witness every budding moment of it. It was then that he realized that she was the one to be reckoned with.

A few tables from Edenbrook’s newest residents, he spotted the bar where he could enjoy his drink alone and in peace. He looked away from the joyous bunch and started towards the empty stools, but not without inevitably passing by the group first. Dr. Greene spotted him, his eyes lighting up in recognition and Ethan sighed in abandonment of any hope of getting to the other side of the beer garden unbothered.

“Speaking of the diagnostics team...” Elijah whispered audibly.

As the others in the group indulged in their gossip about Ethan’s heroic medical mission across the continent, Sakurai tensed visibly. He stopped in front of their table and for the first time in a very long time, she willed herself to look up and make her eyes meet his.

“Rookie...” Ethan greeted her coolly as he broke the silence.

Haruna’s jaw clenched and he questioned his audacity at still daring to call her by her nickname. Perhaps they were both thinking the same thing. How could they address each other– no, even look at each other, knowing that they were going to work together again? Above it all, how could Dr. Sakurai come to the hospital everyday; constantly, ceaselessly interacting with the living reminder that her position on the diagnostics team wasn’t even rightfully hers? 

They left things on a horrifically bitter and awkward note, and Haruna’s eyes darted between her friends across the table, begging to be bailed out.

Dr. Trinh shifted uncomfortably, Dr. Lahela took a flippant sip of his beer as he eyed Haruna protectively, and Dr. Varma glared at the attending with eyes ablaze. Dr. Greene seemed to be the only one unbothered by Ethan’s presence.

Haruna breathed in once before plastering on a fake smile.

“It’s good to have you back, Dr. Ramsey.” 

The fake sentiment wrenched at his chest, the gaze that once beamed at him with stars and everything bright now replaced with something hollow and resentful. He was careless enough to let the turmoil show on his face momentarily before collecting himself.

“Yeah... good to be back,” Was all he could muster.

Sensing the tension between himself and the five young doctors, Ethan nodded his head once before continuing to the main bar.

“Doctors. Enjoy your night.”

Sakurai’s eyes lingered on him as he walked away, and the holes he felt being burned into his back vanished once he took his very distant seat at the bar. Her friends continued on with their idle chitchat, and Ethan found himself listening intuitively. No amount of distance he placed between himself and that rambunctious group could keep him from overhearing bits and pieces of their conversation.

They cackled and toasted some more, and the strangers around them, be it alone or with company, indulged in their own private celebrations as well. Yet despite the boisterous nature of his surroundings, all he could hear was her.

“I’m a colossal pain in the ass! I don’t want to be responsible for another me!”

And he couldn’t help but laugh.

present

Since that fateful evening two weeks ago, Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Sakurai assumed their normal routine, save for the scowl she tried to hide every time she saw him. Despite the circumstances, he kept a close eye on her as she eased into her place on the diagnostics team, having succeeded in charming Baz with her amiable personality, and June as they made small talk in regards to their common cultural heritage. Sakurai remained quiet and unassuming during her first few days, but she had proven herself to be a quick learner.

“Female, thirty seven, Caucasian.” Ethan began as everyone took their seats.

He uncapped a black marker, scribbling across the board and throwing out answers before the other three had a chance to ask. This was their regular pace, which by now, Dr. Sakurai had grown accustomed to. She certainly looked less bewildered than she did her first day there. 

“Reason for admission was pain and numbness in the extremities. Former doctors thought it was...a stroke.” Ethan grimaced and Dr. Mirani snorted.

“What turned up in her bloodwork?” Dr. Hirata asked as she shook her head ruefully. “Did she have a urinalysis done?”

The three experienced doctors proceeded with their swift exchange of ideas, their discussion riddled with numerous ifs, buts, and whys. Dr. Sakurai listened intently and remained silent with her eyes glued to her notebook, almost so silent that Ethan almost questioned if she was even wholly present. 

“Negative for multiple sclerosis, but just before she was discharged presented with irritable bowel syndrome.” He continued.

“Could it be fibromyalgia then?” Dr. Sakurai finally suggested, looking up from paper ridden with chicken scratch notes scrawled in red pen.

Baz and June raised their eyebrows in delighted surprise. “Seconded,” and Ethan regarded his protege collectedly.

“I thought so as well. Excellent work, Dr. Sakurai.” To which she merely nodded in response.

Later that day, Ethan found himself strolling down the halls of Edenbrook in Dr. Baz Mirani’s company. He chatted endlessly, recalling the meeting from earlier that morning and shifted the topic of conversation to Dr. Sakurai. Ethan was never one to entertain idle gossip, but when it came to her, he couldn’t bring himself to not listen.

“Did you know that her red hair was a mistake?” Baz cackled.

“She told me that she accidentally booked her hair appointment two hours after her board and came in sleep deprived. Knocked out as she soon as she sat in that chair and woke up with Flaming Cheetos for a head!” The doctor brought a hand up to his chest to ease himself as he laughed. 

Ethan stayed silent as his colleague relayed her story. Of course he knew. He knew that she hated her red hair with every fibre of her being, but still complimented the stylist’s work and tipped her generously. He knew that as soon as she got home, she locked herself in her room and cried while trying to convince herself that her new look was symbolic of her “badass-ness.” He knew that she spent the next year using aloe vera in a desperate attempt to grow it out before applying for residency. How could he forget?

“You know, I wasn’t sure what to think of her at first, knowing the whole deal about how she got into the team and all.” Baz conceded and the guilt resurfaced, threatening to swallow Ethan whole.

“Baz, if you’re going to-”

“But she’s really good. Shows a lot of promise. I understand why you did what you did, but I’d be lying if I said I completely agreed with your poor execution.” He finished, shrugging indifferently.

“Ahem.” 

A woman’s voice behind them cleared her throat and Baz’s eyes widened in horror as he shot Ethan a quick glance, both men knowing just who exactly had requested their attention. They turned around, and Mirani greeted her with an almost suspicious grade of enthusiasm.

"Dr. Sakurai! You see, this- what I was saying to Eth- no, Dr. Ramsey is that-”

She smiled at him, unbothered.

“You forgot your pager again,” She teased, handing it to him gently before heading the other direction with not another word.

Ethan’s gaze followed her retreating form, pain stricken. He was almost jealous of Baz, even just for a moment. When was the last time Haruna had caught him in a moment of blundering and regarded him lovingly nonetheless? He failed to recall the last time that she flashed him the smile that no one else could bring to her face but him. The kind where the corners of her eyes crinkled and she had to bury her face in her hands because she was too embarrassed to show that face out in the open. It was one of the many things that made him fall in love with her, and continue to love her all the same.

He missed her. More than he could have ever imagined possible.

Dr. Mirani exhaled in relief as she left. “Well! That could have gone a lot worse than I- Dr. Ramsey?”

And, before he realized where his feet had begun to take him, he went after her. He couldn’t let things continue like this. He couldn’t stand it.

“Wait, Rookie-” 

The large strides that Ethan took to catch up to Dr. Sakurai in the empty hall were not many. Her steps were small but filled with purpose, and her heels that clacked mercilessly against the slate floor stopped abruptly. She turned to face him, and the second Haruna’s eyes met his, he was only reminded of the newfound hatred ulcerating at her very core. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Not a rookie anymore, Doctor.”

The lack of emotion in Dr. Sakurai’s voice as she addressed the man stung. He should be used to this. He should have foreseen this. But one year of knowing and loving her could never have prepared Ethan for her villainously petty demeanor finally directed at him. Two weeks since she said his name in a voice dripping with venom, and she hasn’t dared to utter it since.

Always, “Yes, Doctor,” or, “Noted, Doctor.” It was driving him insane.

“Dr. Ramsey.” He attempted, his tone dribbling with an impatience he didn’t realize had been brewing.

“Doctor.” She challenged.

He looked at her, a muscle in his jaw twitching in annoyance. She looked at him, arms crossed and adamant on winning whatever contest it was that they had engaged in. And they stayed like that, for several seconds until a group of interns passing by and regarding them with curiosity forced them to look away. Dr. Sakurai closed her eyes and exhaled once, gathering herself before maneuvering her way around the older doctor.

“Excuse me.” 

He watched her as she side-stepped him, about to continue her journey to her destination if he didn’t gently take her by the wrist and pull her into the medicine supply room. The very same one they hid in when they still kept Naveen a secret.

“W-What are you– Don’t fucking touch me.” Dr. Sakurai hissed once they had entered, jerking her hand from his grip.

“Are you going to be like this every time you see me?” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up to the ceiling.  

“If we’re being honest? Yeah, yeah I am.”

“I meant it when I said I was sorry.”

“And I meant it when I said sorry wasn’t good enough.” 

“Look at yourself, Sakurai.” Ethan scoffed.

“Petty like a child. Did you think your official status as a resident would suffice in masking this juvenile drivel or should I just throw you back in with this year’s batch of interns?”

Haruna stared at him blankly, and just for a moment he felt his chest tighten. Her resentful gaze made him miss the way they once were, and he ached for her to look at him the way she used to, but Ethan’s lamenting was cut short as Sakurai’s mouth twitched. A failed attempt to contain herself before she burst into bitter laughter.

“You can do that, can’t you?” She asked disdainfully.

“Give one of them my position while you’re at it. The same way you gave it to me.”

He took a step toward her and she stayed put, refusing to be intimidated by the man that stood just over six inches taller. Then they were achingly close, the distance between them so small that her shoes were flush against his own. So small that Haruna couldn’t help but inhale the scent of musk and Italian cypress from his cologne. Ethan looked down at her angrily and the younger woman looked back up at him with a fire just as intense.

“You might hate the means of how you got here, Dr. Sakurai, but the deed is done. There’s nothing you can do to change it so I strongly suggest getting over your vendetta against me and doing what you’re supposed to do.”

“Yeah? And what might that be?” 

“Your damn job, for one!”

She finally stepped back, struck, and looked at him as if she was seeking clarification.

“My job? My job?!” She asked angrily, her voice raised in a crescendo.

Her jaw hung open as she stared at the floor in disbelief, scoffing as she processed Ethan’s last statement. The second seemed to last far too long before Haruna finally met his gaze. Her lip quivered as she shot him a look of pure, utter disgust.

“I took you for many things, but a hypocrite was never one of them.” She spat and Ethan felt his glare soften in realization.

You came here to fix things, and now look at what you’ve done.

“Rookie-” He began, his tone considerably weaker.

“Don’t. You don’t get to call me that. Not anymore. I’ll see you on the floor, Dr. Ramsey.” 

She left, and any hidden meanings to whatever relationship they had departed with her. He was no longer an Ethan Ramsey to her, and she was no longer a Haruna Sakurai to him.

She was just a resident. He was just her boss. And this unpalatable truth broke him.

[freezing-kaiju]

a stupid stubborn sort of vow

an AsuRei fic, 1.5k words

Summary: After an emotional confrontation between Asuka and Hikari over the latter’s moving away, a confession goes badly and  Rei finds herself having to comfort a miserable Asuka, her sworn rival. Vows are exchanged, of a sort.

(au detail: modern au, set during community college, no evangelions, au to be named soon)

It was precisely 7:32 PM, Friday, a mild September night. Rei left her window open, as ever. She didn’t have a particular fondness for the night air; she was indifferent, as she was with a laundry list of things.

That list was waning, though, thanks to the person who was now occupying her thoughts, as she did jarringly often nowadays.

Asuka Langley Soryu. Her rival. Nemesis. Adversary. Enemy, opponent, opposite... match, even. The first time Asuka declared she hated her, Rei had expected their petty rivalry to stop in a month. Asuka’d move on to the next annoyance, the next thing to be furious on, and Rei would be left behind as ever, ready to proceed on her way.

But Asuka stuck. Through third grade, fourth, fifth, all of middle school and now two years of high, Asuka was a thorn in Rei’s side, and Rei a thorn in hers. Rei supposed Asuka was, aside from her brother, the closest thing she had to a friend.

And Asuka loved to argue.

So the duo whiled away the nights over the years making up a host of feuds. Any topic that came to mind, Asuka’d take a stand on, Rei’d pick something opposing and stick to it as much as Asuka stuck to hers. 

Asuka loved pop music, the kind she could dance to. Rei picked classical, the only kind she listened to. Asuka preferred magical girl anime, Rei decided she prefers shonen. Asuka argued the best fruit was apples, Rei countered with pomegranate. Sometimes they’d spend a whole evening trying to come up with what to fight over and end up dozing off side by side on Rei’s bedroom floor.

Tonight though... well, tonight, Rei hoped Asuka wouldn’t come. Not that she didn’t look forward to another bout with her, of course. But, well...

She put her book down for a moment, marking it with one of Monday’s completed worksheets, and picked up her phone. No texts from Asuka. She tapped the contact regardless, and stared at their brief exchange from that afternoon.

Asuka: sayin googbye 2 hikari 2nite Asuka: *goodbye, FUCK Rei: Ah. Asuka: leave the window open ncase i fuckup Rei: I will. Good luck. Asuka: fuck u wonder girl Asuka: dont need ur luck Asuka: seeya, h8 u 4ever Rei: You too.

Rei treasured those interactions. But she knew Hikari was more important to Asuka. Sometimes, when they went on hikes to out-endure each other or exploring abandoned buildings to see who chickens out first, Asuka’d ramble about how long she’d had a crush on her best friend. How much she wanted to kiss her, hold her hand, how she was sure Hikari’d be the one to always stick with her, the one she could spend the rest of her life with.

Needless to say, Asuka had been pretty pissed about it. And paranoid, and stressed, and panicked, and above all sad. Rei knew by now how to tell apart the various shades of anger on her emotional palette, but the past week had seen a roiling blend of all the worst.

Rei placed her phone back down on her desk, an island in the void of mostly empty space, and picked her book back up. The Horse’s Song, another in her carefully organized shelf of nondescript books. So far it failed to provoke anything, but the clipped pace and strange dialogue kept her attention well enough. Asuka would tear the book a new one, if Rei convinced her to read it. She’d save that idea for another topic-less day.

Seven pages further in, a sound split Rei’s concentration. The clang of someone tripping over that bucket Shinji still hadn’t found a place for. A scream of “FUCK!” Hard footsteps on the grass.

Rei put aside her book, turned her chair to the window and placed her hands on her lap.

After a few moments and a series of loud slams, Asuka’s hands slammed onto the windowsill. The paint on her nails was chipped. She groaned and slowly lifted herself up, eyes fixing right on Rei’s. Her expression twisted into her customary glare, but wavered, unable to stick in its natural state. Her makeup ran like a storm drain down her face, blue eyes red from crying, hair clips barely holding on. Her cheek bore an unexpected bruise.

“I’m here.” Rei softened her monotone, hoping that the sentiment overcame her blank expression. Evidently it passed muster; Asuka’s glare shifted slightly, her grimace twisting into a sweet sneer.

“Yeah, I can— Ugh,” Asuka grunted as she clambered the rest of the way through the window, “I can see that, Wonder Girl.” She kicked off her shoes and flopped back-first onto Rei’s bed.

“Your makeup’s running.”

“I know.”

“You were crying.”

“I know.”

“You have a bruise.”

“I KNOW!” Asuka snapped, bolting upright. “God, you really are a robot, you know that? ‘Scanning rival, injuries detected, initiate snide remark protocol’. Ever thought about talking like a person? Asking what’s wrong?! Or hell, maybe I’m lucky you’re a robot in a meat suit, any rational human would’ve slammed the window on my goddamn hands so thanks for being a freak I guess!”

Rei paused for a moment, weighed her responses, and settled on, “I trust you too.”

Asuka took this about as well as a sucker punch. She gaped, eyes wide, balled fists going slack.

“You— wh, what even, I’m— what?!”

“The bruise,” Rei veered the subject ninety degrees, “where’d it come from?”

“Wh— oh.” Asuka covered her cheek with her hand, staring pointedly at the nothing on Rei’s walls. “...Hikari.”

“You fucked up?”

“No!” Asuka snapped. “...well, I did, sure,” she admitted with a glower, “but so did she!”

“How.”

A miserable smirk cracked across Asuka’s face. She spread her hands as if to announce exactly what wasn’t up her sleeve. “So, picture. Me, helping lug all her stupid luggage into her dad’s car. Hikari sticks behind, looking up at me, class-prez poise and a shy little grin on her, okay, gorgeous face. I’m trying not to cry. Turn to her, about to ask if she’s gonna keep in touch.”

Rei nodded, eyes focused on Asuka’s. 

“And...and, like a stupid jerk, she fucking— she kissed me!” Asuka said, with the same level of incredulity as someone discovering they’re an elf. “She kissed me, and she said that she l...lov...lo...” Asuka sputtered, “liked me!”

“Oh no.” Rei could already tell where this was headed.

“And being me, I just had to panic. I don’t remember everything that happened, it was kinda a blur! But I remember...my hands were on her shoulders and I was...god, I think I was begging her not to go.” She tch-ed. “Pathetic of me. Disgusting, really. No wonder she clocked me.”

“Liar.”

Asuka gave Rei an utterly withering look, but Rei continued. “You aren’t pathetic. Or disgusting. You’re Asuka. Those words aren’t compatible with Asuka.”

Asuka’s look softened instantly; Rei could see the beginnings of tears prick her eyes again. “Goddamnit, Wonder Girl. No, you know what? Get over here.” Asuka patted the spot next to her on the bed. Rei obliged, leaving her chair to nestle in just close enough to not upset Asuka. To her shock, though, she felt Asuka’s fingers ghost along her palm... then grasp it like a lifeline to her last hope of salvation.

“Wonder Girl. Ayanami. ...Rei,” Asuka began, and Rei could tell her teeth were gritted. “You and me. Our whole...our whole rivalry. How the fuck long are we gonna keep this up?”

“When you stop caring,” Rei said instantly, the response one of the few she never thought she’d need but prepared for the sake of it. “When I’m no longer useful. When it doesn’t matter to you.”

Asuka’s answering laugh was the hollowest Rei’d ever heard.

“Right then. Then... then I’ve got an idea.”

Rei tilted her head and Asuka took it as her cue to continue. “What if... what if we swear on it?”

“How?”

“Easy, stupid. Here, I’ll go first.” Asuka scoffed, then put on her most arrogant affectation and proclaimed, “I, Asuka Langley Soryu, promise to forever be your rival, your foe, your most trusted enemy, to hate and to keep. I swear to follow you, Rei Ayanami, to the end of the world, through thick and thin, of spite and sheer devotion.”

Rei hummed for a few moments in response. “...I, Rei Ayanami, promise to forever be your rival, your foe, your most trusted enemy, to hate and to keep. I swear to follow you, Asuka Langley Soryu, to the end of the world, through thick and thin, of spite and sheer devotion,” she parroted back, meaning every word with her whole, dull, robotic heart.

Rei knew Asuka would never let her see it, but she could feel her smile radiating out at her. 

The two girls laid there, for what could have been a minute or an eternity (but was precisely eighty-seven seconds). 

It was a vow they both intended to keep.

[scyre]

ayy its ya girl c! i’ve done up a little draft with the slight changes that were made now that we’re living in the moden au!! please read more for ... more.

DESMOND SAYRE

monty might not love social media and technological advances but they changed his life. his family still sucked, always grasping for power and rejecting change, but at least he didn’t feel as alone... not when he could text his friends and get immediate answers back from them. not having the time to dwell and sink in self pity really helped him.

ya boy also didn’t have to live his life thinking something was wrong with him bc he wasn’t sexually attracted to people like he was supposed to. he had access to google, he learned what asexuality and the spectrum was, and he knew more about himself and didn’t have to just ... not know.  i think this made him sleep around less, get to know people a bit more, and while he’s still not an open kind of guy he didn’t really date much. it did however mean he stayed with laurel way longer than he should have... put up with way more crazy than he would have in the past.  

he has instagram but never posts. seriously, he has one post from a year ago. he does like things though and is always commenting on posts. sometimes nice, sometimes not. he doesn’t have facebook, twitter, youtube, or snapchat. he thinks the snapchat filters are dumb and ruin perfectly good pictures. he also hates selfies and thinks they’re dumb.  why does he even have insta? it’s probably the only way to stay up to date on hogwarts gossip. 

i do think because everything online can be so negative, and escalate so quickly, monty never would have came out and admitted that he was bisexual/demisexual except to the people he’s told in canon. it’s still something he plans on taking to his grave and obliviating out of anyone who knew.  the gay shame is real. get a grip boy.  

i think he’s definitely got the aesthetic of like... the guy with gauges in his ears, maybe he has his eyebrow pierced, and he definitely still has the nipple piercing. i think he probably has more tattoos, exclusively wears leather jackets, combat boots, and ripped jeans, and wears a lot of plain colored shirts or black shirts. he still loves black. he will always love black. he wears a lot of it. 

he hasn’t appropriated a lot of muggle culture into his day to day. i feel like he only got a phone in the last year and is awful at remembering to check it.  it’s probably an older model too because he didn’t care what they gave him and it’s slate grey with no case because he lives on the edge. yolo.  he doesn’t have any muggle cars or anything like that but he definitely has a netflix account and television because why not.  his favorite show would probably be something like the good place.

ya boy still flunked out of hogwarts because that’s just how his life goes. he’s repeating his final year and you bet ya ass people tweeted about THAT for awhile. we love vague tweeting.  

PHOENIX VASQUEZ

phoenix’s childhood is still relatively the same; he was adopted by the vasquez family. however, adopting wasn’t as easy as it had been back in the day because lycanthropy wasn’t as frowned upon in this decade as it would have been before. while people didn’t love it, it wasn’t something that meant no other family was interested, or other people weren’t willing to bend red tape.  which means nix didn’t move around as much as a kid because his parents were able to keep working at their jobs in the states!! they only moved to the UK when he was fifteen as his grandmother was sick.  so basically he moved to and started going to hogwarts in year 5 instead of year 1.  

personality wise, nix is very similar. he’s still very awkward, very quiet, and is a genuinely nice person to everyone he meets. he’s more often about his lycanthropy as his parents never begged him to keep it a secret and it’s not uncommon for him to be making werewolf jokes at his own expense. he thinks it’s funny. 

technology!! nix loves snapchat. he’s not huge on technology bc he’s kind of a hipster -- he still uses ballpoint pens and notebooks, doesn’t own a computer and only has a dinky phone that texts and calls. no data. he can only use snapchat when he’s near a wifi hotspot so you’ll sometimes see him getting frustrated with his phone when it starts buffering and flopping. he DOES borrow a friend’s computer to upload podcasts though because he’s a podcaster!!!  he has a podcast called ‘howlcast’ and he does reviews of mainstream media depictions of werewolves and compares them to the reality. he also interviews lycanthropy specialists, advocates, and famous lycanthropes to talk about the werewolf experience. he kind of loves it?? he puts out an episode a week and does a Q&A on twitter straight after the episode goes up for any fans of the podcast. 

nix doesn’t have a luxury broom or any of those fancy toys that the rich kids usually sport. he likes his regular ‘ol magical broomstick and doesn’t think a suped up car is something that he needs in his life. he good. 

modern 2018 phoenix also died his hair a bluey teal color! he thought it was fun and tbh he is living his best life.  

LAUREL DIAN

laurel’s family aspire to be the kardashians.  they have a b level reality show, think something on tlc so they have their little cult following that laurel  l o v e s.   she loves the attention and loves the perks that come with it.  

her aesthetic is probably like.. forever 21 / hipster / hippe chick.  she wears a lot of crop tops, high waisted skirts, floral prints, lace, etc. everything .. and i mean everything ... is accentuated with red lipstick. that’s her aesthetic x 100.  she has an iphone with a bedazzled phone case and probably drives a really compact car.  her broom would be luxury too and she’s definitely on tinder select looking for cute boys (or girls) to bring home with her.  

as for social media.. she has her hand in a lot of different platforms. she prefers facebook over most of the other ones. she also loves pinterest and is always pinning home decor ideas, cooking ideas, etc.  she’s a feminist and sjw when it comes to twitter. it’s not uncommon to see her beefing with someone on twitter because they’re trolling or being rude/racist/sexist/etc.  she loves tearing people a new asshole when they decide to spread their hate online. fuck off trolly boys. 

she’s been in two high profile relationships in her life. the first was with monty sayre and that was a fucking nightmare.  a lot of their relationship was caught on screen and its cringey whenever people tweet her pictures of monty and his new fiancee, or share photos of the two of them from when they were together.  she might have dumped him but that doesn’t mean that she wants to be reminded of it all the time 

she still works with dragons and they are frequently featured on her instagram, snapchat, and on the show.  some of them even have their own little cult followings. its weird but kind of beautiful, 

PIPPA CARSTAIRS

pippa being born in the 2000′s is the best thing that ever happened to her. truly. britney? christina? pink? oh my god she’s living. she loves pop music, loves concerts, and has a passion for professional cheerleading bc it's a legitimate sport now y’all! it’s her dream to be a professional cheerleader. maybe in the magical world if quidditch has them now?? we just dont know. 

her aesthetic is blair waldorf chic. maybe a little more revealing.  she definitely still wears heels, ignores dress codes, and always has her hair straightened perfectly.  she is very very good with makeup -- think contouring and all that jazz.  she looks like a million bucks literlly every day. it’s incredible. 

pippa has a luxury car. i’m thinking it’s probably an suv?? she definitely would want something bigger and not your typical girly girl car.  i’m thinking a black cadillac escalade. she doesn’t have a broom bc she still hates flying and heights. fuck that shit.  as for technology, she’s got it all -- snapchat, twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.  she also definitely has a youtube channel dedicated to beauty tutorials and has thousands of dedicated viewers. she’s done everything from contouring, costume make-up, etc.  her channel is especially popular around halloween as she does a special called ‘the twelve days of pippaween’ where she does different costume makeup every day for 12 days. her most popular to date is ursula from the little mermaid!  she also definitely has the latest iphone, macbook, etc, and it’s probably all rose gold. she’s a rose gold girl. 

currently in the middle of an instagram war with her ex boyfriend. they’re both shady as fuck with their vague posting on finstas and it’s mESSY.  we love a good mess!!!!!   (this good be a good wanted connection if someone wanted to be her messy ex for the AU!!) 

ALARIC ROWLE

i feel like wizards having access to technology changed things significantly for rowle. he was able to track down his birth father’s parents much easier and probably moved back to the UK when he was much younger. he definitely learned more about the war and was drawn into anyone whose narrative reflected what he wanted to hear -- that his parents were martyrs and that the dark lord had been in the right the whole time. 

he definitely kept dueling. when his hand acted up, i think he would have been so desperate to fix it that he would have given into muggle medicines and treatments. he probably wears a splint on his wrist and his wandwork isn’t AS quick as it could be but he’s still one of the top duelists in the country. seriously, ya boy was good. him getting to continue being awesome might make him less of a douche. maybe.  he definitely competes bc glory and loves every minute of it. a rowle who is less grumpy and super cocky? we stan. 

he’s definitely a reddit troll. i feel like there’s a death eaters subreddit or something and he basically lives there and talks to other death eater sympathizers, former, or whatever, and slowly await the return of the ‘great days’.  think alt right but .. y’know magical.. ugly.

he still teaches dada bc initially he needed money to pay off some wicked crazy medical bills for all the specialists and acupuncture and weird shit he did to fix his hands.  even with the money he earns when he’s duelling, he’s in debt up to his ears.

i think he still has the scars that marr his face though bc as much as he will use splints or salves on his hands he is not gonna fucking undergo plastic surgery in the muggle world. he’d rather choke. 

ANSEM WARBECK

ansem warbeck deserves social media. he is living his best life. he is definitely the guy who is constantly using ‘find my iphone’ bc he lost it, has a cracked screen because he forgot to buy the shatterproof screen protector, and changes his netflix password weekly bc he can never remember what it was. he’s also the snapchat king. i’d say he has 100+ streaks with as many people as he can convince to keep it up and he sends angry snaps when you ruin his streaks. they’re like his babies. one time he was running a fever and still managed to make streaks. there’s no excuse. 

he still works as a curse breaker but i feel like he’s really like... stepped up gringott’s social media game. i feel like he took it upon himself to get them an instagram and is always uploading picture of whatever ‘cool’ treasure they can find. griphook keeps telling him they’re going to get robbed if he doesn’t stop bragging but ansem never listens. 

the warbeck family is probably one of the few that have not acclimated to the technological changes at all. they won’t have anything to do with electricity, social media, or anything of the sort and look down on people that do.  so ansem with his luxury brooms and his waffle iron are basically sacreligious to his family and his mom always cries whenever he talks about these things. it’s a whole Thing and just reinforces that arson is the best and ansem is the Worst.