#man its been a while since the last time I wrote a drabble thingy

[sleetkissed]

𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 .  [𝙱𝙶3 — 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚄𝚛𝚐𝚎]

The albino babe

Esteri grew up as a milkman's child in the upper city of Baldur's Gate. Her parents   —   A married couple of influential figures who struggled to receive a child saw it as a blessing, when the knock on their pompous mansion's door revealed a babe draped in red velvet. Albeit it was mostly clear Esteri was not their biological child, ( She did not share many similarities to her adoptive parents   —   Both elves with dark features  &  rather small statures ) they truly loved the girl. Her father made himself a name as a renowned painter, even being commissioned by lords  &  ladies alike. Esteri naturally picked up on his creativity, learning from him  &  experiencing joy while pursuing art. She was eight years old when her parents tried for another child. And to her family's fortune, it worked out. And to Esteri's misfortune, it worked out. The girl wasn't happy with having to share the attention of her parents. She became quieter. Isolated herself more  &  more. Which naturally resulted in both father  &  mother spending more time with Esteri's little sister. Their biological child. Brushing it off as normal for the kid to act jealous, even more natural after being a single child for eight years, both elves did believe things would settle eventually.

Her 12th birthday.

It was the fourth year Jule was a member of her family. A leech, in Esteri's eyes. Her father began to teach her sibling how to paint. Just like when she herself was little. Took her with himself to smaller events just like when she was little. Silence was the only thing that kept that boiling anger inside her. And to make herself a gift, Esteri decided she wished for blood this very day. And it shall be Jule's. Her first murder. In her father's studio. The young woman not only figuratively painted the room with the four-year-old's blood  &  intestines. Everything was red. The walls, every painting which was still in progress, every brush every stool. Red red red. And how she basked in the scenery. It felt relieving. It felt so, so right. It couldn't possibly be wrong. It took her parents a few hours to notice their little darling babe was missing. Finding Esteri drawing with Jule's blood while her body was already cold, unrecognizable, the shock sat deep. It was horrifying. A sickening display. Their little treasure, their little golden girl which appeared at their doorstep years ago obviously was to blame. And Esteri wouldn't even deny it. She . . . was proud, excited even.

After her first masterpiece.

Safe to say, her parents were not sharing the human child's ecstasis. She must be possessed, thus, they tried their hardest to search for a cure. No church could help them, no exorcism had an effect. That child was pure evil. Turning their child over to the authorities was their last straw, but a wise one, so they thought. That twelve-year-old girl would be locked up in the city's dungeon system until they could figure out a date when to execute her, very sure she was just a vessel to something horrifying, something unspeakable. But somehow, the girl did not stay long behind bars. Vanished. From one night to the other. Not to be seen in the near future. Freed by bhaalists  &  ending up spending her remaining childhood in Bhaal's Temple, Esteri realized ( and more importantly, got taught very intensely ) she was Bhaal's flesh. His daughter. Not some elven snob's kid from the upper city. Something great.  And of course she came back to end her "parent's" life. The now 16-year-old made a great spectacle out of her once loved ones' bodies, similar to her first kill. And it felt almost as refreshing as Jule's. They held her down for a decade. She was not able to embrace her true purpose. They deserved nothing less.

[ This should suffice for a little insight of her past. If there is interest, I will write some more about how she grew up in the temple, how she met the Gort-man and stuff :9 ]

[heuristicallyinclined]

Of Disks Lost and Cullings Interrupted

5.1k | Rating T for referenced gore and language

Summary: An unfortunate encounter somehow manages to not go quite as bad as it should have.

This is one of the self-indulgent drabbles I wrote last year for me and @theartisticapparition’s fantrolls meeting for the first time and how much of an absolute mess it would be. Enjoy.   

It has three fucking months since you ordered that hexagonal disk and you still don't have a shipping notification for it.

You stare at the screen of your palm husk. It’s a single point of brightness in the store room you slipped off to while some other ship was docking. For supplies or inspection, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you care about it the fact that no one is going to notice a single rusty slipping away for all of two minutes to fuck around on a personal device and see if maybe something went to spam. Which you are looking at now. And apparently set to delete messages after thirty nights, so if it did go to spam, it was long gone now.

“Sh!t,” you quietly exhale.

It’s objectively not even a good movie, just something dumb and cheesy that you can use to break up an evening. But it's no longer even about that. You just want the garbage that you ordered because you fucking ordered it and paid for it using some of your very limited funds. Grunt work means grunt pay and you have to at least be olive to even be allowed to complain in the first place, so your bronze ass just isn't going to cut it.

It doesn't make sense for you to not have gotten anything. Like at least a, "sorry king, your package is delayed," thing should have happened. You work in this shit, you receive and ship and log and deliver until your pan feels numb and it’s just your body moving through the motions. You have been mentally trying to work out how to even fuck up bad enough that this kind of delay would even happen because even for a rusty, who expects very little, this is still a bit much. You’re drawing a complete blank.

The movement of a shadow catches your eye, snapping you out of your thoughts. It slowly shortens from its exaggerated length to a more proportional one as the figure draws closer, straight towards you. You don’t recognize the silhouette’s lean frame, horns or hair which seemingly fanned out to symmetrical points. You definitely didn’t hear them enter or move through the storage bay.

Swallowing, you turn.

You see his color before you notice anything else about him. Your blood runs cold as you immediately straighten to attention.

Violet.

Seeing sea dwellers through screens and on posters did not prepare you for the real thing. You had never seen one in person before and definitely had never had one slowly making his way closer to you. Everything about him was sharp. His fins, his claws, his teeth, they all came to a clearly defined point. His grin was especially sharp. Almost sharp enough to distract you from whatever the hell his spear thingy that he casually held over his shoulder like it weighed nothing was.  

“S!r.” You address him, bowing your head slightly. “!s there anyth!ng ! can do for you?”

His smile widens when you acknowledge him. His golden bracelets jingle lightly against each other as he brings a hand to his chin, seeming to genuinely consider your question.

Oh goddamn it. This is going to take longer than two minutes.

“) is there anyfin you can do for me? (,” he repeats coolly. He pensively looks off to the side as he continues to move towards you. ") oh I don't know. i just wanted to sea what was back here ("

He walks just behind you and you stiffen. You can feel his eyes lingering on you.  

"!t's mostly crates here s!r. Noth!ng too !nterest!ng"

Faster than you can register it, the hand not gripping his weapon quickly grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. The points of his manicured claws dig into you. You keep your balance as best you can, but stumble a bit.

”) now, now. you're here too (,” he smiles at you cloyingly.

And just like that, he corrects your stance, getting way too into your personal space in the process. His grin remains shallow and doesn’t meet his eyes. It just isn't warm enough to distract from how cold his touch leaves you and in that moment, you have a realization.

So, you’re probably fucked.

He holds you for longer than is comfortable in what you’re guessing is a touchy little power play, before continuing to move past you, looking up and down the racks that surrounded you two. They were nearly as high as the ceilings and he was doing a pretty decent job of acting like he actually gives a shit about what's on the shelves. He moves by each of them methodically, occasionally picking something up like he was shopping before putting each back neatly into its place.

At least the crew coming in after to replace you isn’t going to have to reorganize anything after washing you off of the walls.

He keeps going and you know he doesn’t genuinely care about whatever soaps and meal packets are back here. You don’t either, not really. He isn't even going through the whole store room, just the area around you. It is almost like he i-.

Oh.  

He’s circling you.

Is this a fish joke? You feel like this is a fish joke he’s making for himself. Or is he just adding another layer to his touchy murder dude bit?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts before you can really try to work out what his angle on this is. You really hope he didn’t notice you starting to zone out there for a bit.

“) it all just seems rather dull (,” he draws listlessly.

“Wh!ch part?”

He glances back at you. His smile begins to falter.

“Wh!ch part s!r?” You correct quickly.

He chuckles and turns his body to face you.

“) the whole thing (” He gestures away from himself, at your general surroundings. “) i mean here you are, trapped on a run down ship, doing menial tasks for the rest of your unfortunate life. truly, i don’t know how you can stand to be here. i mean, I’d rather die than work in a place like this (,” he looks at you intensely, his pupils seemed much more narrow now that they were completely focused on you. “) what about you? (”

Ah. Yeah. You see what he did there, but he isn’t exactly providing you with any revelations about your life and you don’t exactly think boredom is what’s going to cull you.

“! see !t more l!ke a flavor d!sk.”

Your response stops him and he looks at you strangely.

“Even when !ts bad !ts good," you elaborate.

His gaze becomes harsher for a moment, and then it’s gone.

“) that is a rather crude way of looking at it, i seappose(.”

Alright. No mentally stable person seriously uses the word “suppose” out loud. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to beef it. The spear thing would be involved. It would be really fucking weird if he carried it here just to not use it, but he seems extra enough that you would not put him bringing a long a prop past him.

He notices you looking at it and smirks at you.

") so (,” he recovers and ambles towards you, focusing his full attention on you again. His weapon no longer was resting against his shoulder. He held it against the ground and casually leaned against it like it wasn’t one of the most threatening tools of questionable identity and mass murder you had ever seen. “) what are you doing back here with all of these very uninteresting crates? (”

“! just thought ! forgot someth!ng !n here and stopped by to check. S!r”

“) without telling anyone? (”

“Yes, s!r.”

He chuckles, all too pleased, “) whale, that was a poor decision on your part. there is just so much here that if anything happened to you (,” he lowers his voice, like he was graciously letting you in on a joke, “) who knows how long it would take anyone to find out (.”

A beat of silences passes. You swallow, You know he feels the tension. He looks too excited not to.

“!, uh, maybe should have told someone ! where ! was go!ng !n case someth!ng happened.”

“) i agree (.” He straightens and picks up his weapon, spinning it with ease before he points it at you and slowly starts to bring the to your neck. “) unfortunately for you (,” he starts, “) no one knows you're here (.”

Even as you move your arms, he makes no move to stop you. He grins wider, more manic, looking excited at the idea of you actually trying to fight back.

Ha.

Sucks to be him because there is no fucking way that the last thing you do before you get culled is putting in some more effort to make this more enjoyable for the extra dude culling you.

Because if this guy's going to cull you, you're at least going to be the one making a request and try to have some fun here while you can. Because what is he going to do about it? You’re getting culled anyways, might as well, right?

The ridiculousness of it all makes you grin as you shrug at him. "Well, sh!t. Alr!ght."

This acceptance gives him pause as he tilts his head slightly, considering you. A crease forms between his brows and he tightens his grip on his weapon. ") w-"

You cut him off. You’re going to die so you think you get to be rude. Him being mad about it won’t really be your problem for long anyways.

"Can ! d!e !n a cool way though?"

") i-" he starts to lower his weapon, which you now think is a harpoon. Maybe? You don't know man. You don’t know anything about fish shit and you’re understanding less by the second.

You continue looking at him with the same resigned optimism that carried you through most of the bullshit you did. It got you this far. Which, granted, is probably getting culled by a bored sea dweller, but there are probably worse ways to go.

") wait (,” he says.

"Yeah?"

It isn't exactly like you're going anywhere. You know what to do with fear, being a rusty, you learn that shit real quick. But the look he is giving you now just makes you uncomfortable.

"What's up my guy?"

") aren't you going to fight back or somefin? ("

"Uh." You glance around the room full of mostly crates and his eyes follow yours as you search before you focus back on him, confused. "L!ke w!th a weapon?"

") yes? (" His smile tightens, seeming incredulous that you even asked.  

"Why would anyone g!ve me a weapon? ! mean, there m!ght be a broom somewhere. Actually wa!t, ! th!nk that got broken last w!pe. !t wasn't even me th!s t!me," you add with a side smile.  

He doesn't seem to know how to respond. Neither do you, so you do what you normally do when you don't know how to react.

You keep talking.

"! did troll karate for a l!ttle b!t when ! was f!ve, but !t was k!nda lame so ! stopped going. Does that uh,” you hazard, “w!ll that work for th!s?"

") no (." He narrows his eyes at you. ") plus, I know fish judo(."

Your jaw drops.

"What the fuck. F!sh judo !s real?"

") of course fish judo is reel (." He quickly spits, looking offended by your ignorance. ") do land dwellers just think that you can fight the same way underwater? ("

"! mean !'ve l!terally never thought about !t."

") i'm not surfrised ( ."

"Okay, but ! feel l!ke !f a land dweller !s !n a pos!t!on where they need to know f!sh judo, !t means they're going to lose at f!sh judo."

") i mean, i guess? (," he replies, baffled before quickly refocusing on you again. His sharp thing is pointed back at your throat as he slips back into his previous cool demeanor.

“) you do reelize the danger you’re in right? (”

Your eyes dart down to his weapon and then at him, now being the one confused.

“Um, yeah?”

Was the whole mood he had going on not an intentional thing on his part?

He stares at you. So you go on, listing things on your fingers as you go, trying not to focus on his questionable object with definite pointiness.

“So you got the whole class!c stalk and lurk th!ng so you could follow me somewhere ! would be alone where no one can hear me scream. !t’s pretty standard,” you emphasize.

You can’t read his expression.

“There was the whole slow dramat!c enter, nefar!ous d!alogue, and, uh," you glance down, "harpoon?”

“) harpoon (,” he repeats.

“That’s what ! thought !t was, but ! felt !t would be we!rd to ask.”

His mouth opens slightly and his fins flare out more, now openly seething.

“) do you know what i could do to you? ("

A lull drags on.

"Et!vor."

") what (."

"My name !s Et!vor." You continue, "! thought you were draw!ng out the you th!ng because !t's l!ke. We are a good b!t into th!s whole th!ng and !t's kinda awkward to ask for names now, so ! am just, you know, putt!ng !t out there."

He blinks. "I don't give a fuck about your name Etivor."

He still used it though.

Taking a very deep breath, he resumes. “) i am going to take immense pleasure in cutting your tongue out and slowly flaying you alive (”

He moves closer to you, slowly, predatory, circling you again. One of his icy hands brushes by your arm in a mockery of comfort as he continues to muse more to himself than you.

“) maybe I’ll slice off each of your joints, starting at the ends and slowly work my way to eventually gutting you. perhaps I’ll simply behead you. although, i think you’ve said enough to have earned far worse, don’t you think? (”

His face being this close to you is definitely starting to put you on edge more than what he is saying. But what’s really bothering you most of all is that one of those sounds a bit too familiar.

“Wa!t. That second on-”

“) you don’t get to fucking choose which one,” he hisses at you as his claws start to dig in to you.

“! wasn’t done. Damn.”

You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t just stabbed you from sheer frustration. It’s kinda funny. It would be way more funny if he wasn't going to cull you though, but you’ll take what you can get.

“!sn’t that second one from that one comedy with troll Tob!hn Bhelle?”

“) you’ve sean that? (” He raises his brows. “) no. i added a little twist with the gutting at the end instead of letting them bleed out (.” Almost hesitantly he asks, “) did you like it? because i thought they were trying too hard where they ha-.”

He catches himself and raises his weapon at you again, “) STOP. This is NOT what is taking place right now (.”

You narrow your eyes. He's the one who kept talking.

“Then !t !s from that mov!e. You can’t just say, no !t’s not and then be l!ke,” you motion with your hands, “but w!th a tw!st! You l!fted !t.”

He bemusedly stares at you.

“) are you purposefully trying to infuriate me? was your egg dropped? do you not understand what happens when you piss off royalty? (” He snidely adds, “) i am going to get so much satisfaction out of flaying you (.”

He is literally the one holding the weapon, and holding you hostage, and also did physically hold you a few times. What the fuck does he think you’re trying to get out of this?

“! have never purposefully done anyth!ng !n my ent!re l!fe dude. ! am not about to start mak!ng an effort just when !’m about to get culled,” you respond, surprisingly defensively.

Wait, this has gotten off of the fucking rails and you don’t know where you guys actually stand.

“You are going to cull me r!ght?”

“) well, uh. yeah (.” He’s tense and glances around the room, taken off guard by your question.

"Cool." You nod at him. Worth a try you guess.

His harpoon is less looking like a weapon to be used against you and more like a barrier to keep you away from him. Silence again draws on and he stares at you expectantly. You glance around. His frown gets deeper and he looks more frustrated as time goes on. You have no idea what he is waiting for.

You never thought being culled would be this fucking awkward. Guess the torture’s already started.

") aren't you going to plead for your life? (" he demands, bringing his harpoon closer as he does so.

You’ve never been great on the spot. You try to muster something decent up.

“Uh, don’t cull me?” You said it as lamely as you felt.

He looks at you blankly. “) are you getting off on this? (”

“Dude. No. Gross.” Your face twists. “!t’s just like. !’ve never pleaded for my l!fe before. !t !sn’t sh!t you really get to pract!ce and ! feel l!ke !t won’t actually matter since !’m getting culled anyways. So. Yeah.” You slowly nod to yourself before looking up at him.

He is still waiting. Goddamn it. You sigh.

“No. Please don’t cull me. !’ll do anyth!ng.”

While that covers all your bases, it came out a lot drier than you thought but you’re too over this shit to feel any kind of way about it.

"!s there any chance plead!ng would even work?"

His disappointment was broken by a sharp laugh, ") of course not (."

“Then what do you even want from me?” you ask, getting kinda exasperated at his apparent high standards and prereqs for the randos he culls. Like it is one thing to play some kind of sadistic game with your prey, that’s normal, whatever, but it is a whole other thing to get weird about them not being good at it.

"Why ask unless y-. Oh." Your face falls as you get bitch slapped with the realization of what is really happening here. "Oh fuck."

You step back.

Your fear has apparently slam dunked him right back in his comfort zone because his grin is back full throttle and wider and sharper than ever like he was making up for lost time. ") you finally understand the weight of the seatuation you're in? ("

He slinks towards you and you feel the edge of the blade graze your neck.

"Yep," avoid his gaze and swallow.

You were going to get culled in the weirdest way possible.

“) and what is that? (,” he asks lowly, getting right the fuck back into your personal space. His smile almost splits his face and you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Th!s !s l!ke. A th!ng. W!th you."

He lowers his harpoon again, looking completely done. “) what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean? (” You half expect him to throw it across the room or through your torso.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking now that you're actually nervous and stressed and he is yelling and also way too close to your person and his harpoon isn’t doing either of you any favors.

“You had the whole k!nda fl!rty touchy th!ng going on and then you got really p!ssy when ! d!dn’t f!ght back. And you also got super d!sappo!nted w!th my sh!tty plead!ng l!ke you were really look!ng forward to !t or someth!ng.”

“) i’m disappointed because this is the least satisfying cull of my life! (,” he hisses.

You visibly cringe at the word “satisfying” and take another step back from him. There is some fear there but mostly you’re just really fucking uncomfortable. Troll Jesus Christ this dude is into some shit and you are not playing into it.

He also takes a step back too, now into a defensive stance. ") what? it doesn't look like that! ("

You suck in air in through your teeth and are looking anywhere but at him as you reply, "!t k!nda looks l!ke that."

") oh my cod ("

He just slumps down, his harpoon clattering in front of him. His mouth is in a straight line and his head rests between his hands. You stand there, unsure for a moment, before slowly lowering yourself a decent distance away from him. You honestly thought that getting culled would be less uncomfortable than it was being here while he has whatever the fuck it is he has going on going on or at least uncomfortable in a different way.  

You continue trying to avoid looking at him. It’s kinda expected that a highblood was going to cull you at some point. That was just how it tended to go for rusties, but you could not have guessed this, and now just kinda want to get this whole getting murdered thing over with.

You try to give him a moment, glancing around the room, mentally taking inventory of everything there twice. The awkward silence is weighty and the longer it stretches on, the worse you are feeling about this whole fucking ordeal.

“Would cull!ng me help you uh, not be l!ke th!s?”

He gives you a dirty look.

You sigh, "!t's not l!ke anyone gets to th!nk that for long, !f !t helps.”

“) if it helps? ( ” He spat each word, getting louder as he went on. He whipped his head at you, indignantly, “) this is your fault! ("

"What?"

") getting culled is so fucking basic. how did you fuck that up? ("

You stare at him, trying to figure out how the fuck to even respond.

Slowly, in what might be one of the last things you do in your existence, you serve this royal what you are assuming is the stalest tea of his life in the form of the lukewarm take, “you know, be!ng bad at dy!ng !s a good th!ng actually.”

These are real words. These are real words that you are saying to the guy who was leaning way too hard into the thirsty part of bloodthirsty.

You continue. "L!ke you don’t get to pract!ce th!s. ! mean, do ! look l!ke someone who has been culled before? Because ! haven’t. Have you?" You add.

He looks like he is about to have a conniption or the sea dweller equivalent. Can sea dwellers have conniptions? Because this guy is about to have a big one.

") you did not just seariously just ask me if i've ever been culled before. that is the dumbest question anyone has ever asked me! (," he practically shrieks.

"Well you're acting like ! should just know th!s sh!t. We have the exact same amount of exper!ence gett!ng culled!"

“) whale i’ve never encountered any TROLL who is so miserable that they just accept getting culled from the fucking get go (.”

“!’m not m!serable! !’m real!st!c! ! don’t have a weapon, ! can’t fight for sh!t, f!sh judo !s apparently fuck!ng real, and plead!ng does noth!ng. !’m gonna end up at the same place no matter what ! do so why drag !t out? L!ke, come on.”

You slump against the wall, exhausted from this whole interaction. “!t wasn’t great, but ! don’t see much of a po!nt !n gett!ng so worked up about sh!t ! can’t control. ! just wanted to go out !n a cool way s!nce noth!ng ever fuck!ng happens here. The reason ! was even back here !n the f!rst place was to see !f ! had an update on a stup!d hexagonal d!sk ! ordered three months ago. But that sh!t !s apparently !n the vo!d," you gripe.

You pull out your palm husk and check again. Jack shit. You groan.

You’re surprised to hear him chuckle.

“) sucks to be you (.”

“Yeah." You shake your head. "And then a few seconds after ! found out, some guy showed up to cull me.”

He actually laughs. This is so fucking ridiculous so maybe that’s why you are too.

“) it’s a lot more fun to be doing the culling (.” He eyes you again and you don’t want to crawl out of your flesh this time, and you feel like that’s a real development here. “) you seam like you’d lose a fight (.”

An accurate assessment.

“Yeah. Troll karate didn’t do sh!t for me.” A beat passes. “Drones actually burnt !t down l!ke two w!pes after ! qu!t.”

He snickers and a moment passes.

“) one month for a disk? that is fucking bullshit (.”

“Three.”

“) fuck (," he raises his brows. Moderate inconvenience seems to repulse him more than anything you've said tonight. ") that sucks, i get my shit next night with cullazon prime (.”

"N!ce. !'d probably try that if ! had more than twenty seven whole caegars."

Broke bitch disorder also seems to do it for him in the humor department and the two of you continue chilling in silence. Less uncomfortable this time. You almost feel bad for thinking he was a sadistic creep.

He breaks the silence. “) give me your palm husk (."

“What?”

“) i don’t repeat myself (," he replies tersely, holding his hand out to you.

What the hell.

You type your code in and pass it to him. He glances at the massive crack on the center of your screen with disgust. He looks at you and shakes his head before he starts typing.

He didn't ask, but still, you answer. “! cracked !t do!ng a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e.”

He doesn't look up. ") you can't do a kickflip on a dollie (."

"Not w!thout a cost."

He spares you a side glance. ") why the fuck would you even do that? ("

"Because !t !s bor!ng as sh!t out here and there !s much better to do !n the ma!lblock."

He hums noncommittally.

"Were you just spaced?"

") and what if I was?(," he asks, a touch defensive.

"Noth!ng. ! was just wonder!ng !f !t sucks th!s bad at your level too?"

") of course not (," he snaps. ") do you genuinely believe anyone could be doing worse than you? ("

"Well yeah." You tap your sign. "But not by much."

He huffs and rolls his eyes before he looks out for a moment.

") i'm abshellutely krilling it out here (,” he states resolutely before continuing, “) but taking orders is a reel pain (.”

He sullenly joins you in leaning back against the wall.

Damn, This might just be the first time he's ever had anyone above him. Well, above him and specifically giving him orders you mean, judging by the way he is basically pouting over it. Everyone loses agency when they ascend. Guess it just sucks more when you have more to lose, not that you’d really know.

"!t doesn’t get better, but you do get used to !t," you say, not looking at him.

He glances at you, frowning deeper before exhaling.

You keep not looking at him when you ask, "So. Are you go!ng to cull me?"

") no. there is no salvaging that. you completely ruined it (." He replies bitterly while returning your palm husk.

The cullazon app has been downloaded and opened to an account page. You raise an eyebrow at him.

He announces, “) okay etivor, i shared my cullazon prime with you. you’re still going to be a sorry excuse for a troll, but you might get enough out of it that culling you acshelly becomes entertaining (.”

This is a joke. This has to be a joke.

“Thanks, but there !s l!terally no way for me to pay you back for anyth!ng ! buy on th!s.”

“) do i look like i need your fucking charity? (” he sneers.

He is actually serious about this. He looks too pissed not to be.

“Nope, you’re way too bl!nged out for that,” you grin. This dude is wild. “What’s your number?”

He looks at you suspiciously.

“!s th!s really where you’re gonna draw the l!ne? You gave me access to your Cullazon, but won’t g!ve me your number? Ser!ously?”

He doesn’t ask this time. He just swipes it out of your hands.

“) i am ievahn mordax, probably the best thing that has and will ever grace your miserable fucking life and i will brutally cull you if you mention any of this ever happened to anyone (.”

He hands it back, but still holds onto it. “) i’ve made myself clear? (”

“Yeah,” you nod and he finally lets go. This is way better than a shipping notification. 

Oh. 

You check the time.

"Fuck!" You leap to your feet and he quickly grabs his harpoon.

") what? (" he shouts.

"! was supposed to be here for l!ke a m!nute to check on the d!sk." You look at your palm husk again. It has been way more than a minute and you have the feeling someone definitely noticed by now. You completely forgot about having some work work to do considering you thought you were going to die. "Sh!t." You look at him again. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

") what? (" He squints.

“! mean you just had some free t!me and you seem bored and apparently don’t believe ! can do a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e. ! have to defend my good name. You get !t.”

“) what good name? (” he snickers. “) and if i did, why the fuck would i want to spend anymore time with you? (”

“Because you can’t make fun of my Cullazon orders !f my boss culls me for tard!ness. You be!ng around means she can’t say sh!t.”

He seems to consider, “) a compelling argument. and i do get to watch you maim yourself in the dumbest way possible which is a definite bonus (.”

You grin as you start walking. “Or have your pan be blown when you see what trollk!nd can really do when there is l!terally noth!ng else to do. !’m push!ng l!m!ts here !evahn.”

“) you’re pushing your luck (.” He leans his harpoon against himself as he follows.

“Maybe.” Quickly, you face him and add. “But ser!ously, be cool. !f my boss f!nds out about any of th!s, she w!ll absolutely cull me.”

“) she can’t cull you (,” he huffs. “) i already called dibs on that (.”

You grin returns.

“Damn. !’ll let her know.”

[cg29]

40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers.

Thank you to @soniabigcheese @gumnut-logic @onereyofstarlight and Anon for the ASKS you sent my way. Since I wanted to answer in detail, I’ve had more than 1 question, and I’ve not had a lot of spare time today I thought I’d answer all in this one post…

So first up @soniabigcheese sent me: ‘How about ... 9 ... 15 and 19? Please.’

9: Which fic has been the hardest to write?

All have been challenging in their own individual ways. Yet, really thinking about it I’d have to say GONE. For various reasons – It was my first Thunderbirds Fanfic, the longest story I had ever written, at this point the one I’ve had to do the most planning and research, and finally because of the emotions that needed portraying. However, the elation at finally finishing the story was amazing and has certainly inspired me to continue.

15: If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Oh my God, that would be amazing! I would definitely have to go for Bad Day (Virgil’s day keeps repeating. What will it take for it to end and a new one to begin?) I had so much fun writing this, it’s one that I’ve reread a few times since competing, and it still makes me giggle. I’m sure I’d be in stitches if I got to watch it on the big screen. Although due to some of the contents towards the final chapters it would definitely need a UK PG or 12A rating.

19:  Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

For Thunderbirds fanfiction my muse is definitely Virgil, The-Virg, It’s definitely his creativity and those eyes, plus that mouth, also those eyebrows, and his muscles… Sorry getting distracted – Actually, thinking about it, Virgil’s more of a distraction than a muse. Especially with my new mobile screensaver which I keep staring at.

Okay, back to the question. I don’t think I’ve got a muse – just a little voice in my head that won’t shut up when I have a story idea until I’ve written it down.

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Next we have @gumnut-logic who asked: ‘Writer meme question thingy - 1 & 12.’

1: Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

I always seem to revert to the family dynamics rather than a full-on rescue story (which is probably why I’m struggling with two of my fics which need to  have rescue bits written in) Basically, I love to go deeper into the descriptions of the physical/emotional whump, and how the family deal with the situation (hidden feelings, tempers, how they bond) during and afterwards.

12: Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Yes, for both TOS and TAG.

The original series: There’s a few – Terror In New York City (Yep, the beginning in particular) The Perils of Penelope, Sun Probe, The Uninvited, Edge Of Impact. After thinking long and hard to narrow it down I’d have to say that while Terror In New York’s my favourite. The Perils of Penelope inspired my naughty fic The Night of Anderbad (Penelope & Virgil pairing) plus the idea of Virgil having a secret crush on her in later chapters of The Tracy Family and a few other one of fics.

TAG: There are a few earlier ones which have inspired fics – Grandma Tourismo, Flame Out, Hyperspeed, SOS pt. 2, Signals pt. 1, Upside Down. There are probably others and these last few episodes have been really inspiring. However, I think I would definitely have to go for the more recent SOS Pt 1 & 2 and Signals Pt 1 & 2. (I’m sure the finale of Season 3 may change this answer)

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Third we have @onereyofstarlight who asked: ‘2 and 37 for the ask meme.’

2: Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Yes, I would like to have a go at Were Virgil at some point. Also, would like to try doing the boys ages differently to see how the dynamics changed – Alan as the eldest, next in line is Gordon, then Scott in the middle with John then Virgil as the youngest.

37: Talk about your current wips.

Lol, I have a few so this could take a while :D

I will start with ones that I’ve posted on FF.Net & A03 (Probably also shared them here at some point.

1. Avalanche: TAG.

This story began as a prompt that suggested a story that begins and ends with the same line but the meaning/feeling of the line changes. I started it with the intention of writing just 1 chapter …hahaha… of course I ended the story on a cliff-hanger and couldn’t leave it there, so it’s been continued and I’m so glad I did because I personally feel it is nearing the top of my best written list. The story itself is set when the boys are just children and focuses on the tragedy of the Avalanche and the emotional repercussions. I’ve just reached chapter 14, and probably have another 2-4 chapters left.

2. Lucille: TAG

Synopsis - A story about the unseen woman who watches over International Rescue."I am a wife, I am a mother, and I am the one who watches over International Rescue, making sure I am there to catch them whenever they fall. My name is Lucille Tracy and this, well this is my story!"

A story told through the eyes of the boy’s mother. This is one that I keep stopping and starting, most likely because I hadn’t planned it out. It’s currently on-hold until I finish some others, but I will complete it.

3. The Games: AU - Thunderbirds Are Go mixed with the concept of the Hunger Games. (Although, only Thunderbirds characters will make an appearance)

Here’s my synopsis - Climate change, famine, war. In the end another major war lead to the richest creating the Global Defence Force and 'order' was restored. To celebrate and keep control the Hunger Games were created. This was the 100th games.

The fic started from the Whumptober Prompts and I decided to continue it, wrote half of the 2nd chapter then promptly forgot about it. I’ve recently been looking at this again and have started to reread The Hunger Games for inspiration. However, like Lucille this fic is currently on hold.

4. Virgil Drabbles: TAG.

Started out as a challenge to see how much I could get across in just 100 words. All chapters are based around the lovely Virgil - TAG (but with him being the middle child – started before the Grandma Tourismo episode and apart from a few fics where I write it the other way around I prefer it this way)

The story starts from Virgil’s birth and I’ve now got him attending Denver. I still have a fair few chapters to write but the rest is now all planned out.

5. Reflections: TOS.

Set after Virgil's crash during the Season 1 episode 4 of 'Terror in New York City.' Short reflections from each of the family on nearly losing a brother and son. (Previously Titled, Fallen Brother)

I had always wanted to write something based on my favourite TOS episode. Then Shane Rimmer passed away and this was inspired. Slow updates on this one but I’ve finished telling myself the story just need to edit/rewrite that into something coherent.

And now we’re onto the ones that I may have posted snippets for or just 1 section for on here, but nothing officially posted as yet.

1. Two Untitled Prompts: TAG.

Both prompts were given to me at the end of November and I actually wrote out both (Plotting, thoughts, and telling myself bits of the story) Then December knocked me sideways and my writing suffered. Back to working on these 2 again now and really enjoying them. Without giving to much away, the one features a heart-broken Alan and the other (which with Avalanche is at the top of my pile) features Virgil having a day from hell with added whump.

2. Two Whumptober Fics: TAG.

Posted 1 or 2 chapters for each of these back in October and decided that they could possibly be extended/completed before posting. (All short fics)

The first one is titled Coffee Shot: Virgil gets shot in a café and emotions will run high. Fully planned out but decided to finish some others before I continue working on this.

The second is currently titled Ransom and is set when the guys are children. Scott and Virgil get kidnapped – Only done some basic plotting for this and it’s currently towards the bottom of my WIP pile.

The third is untitled and at the moment my word file is saved under the imaginative title of ‘Virgil Whump’ (Posted 1 snippet that I wrote in 15 mins at the beginning of October then left it because of other projects) In this one the guys are all extremely busy with call-outs and Virgil needs to go to a rescue on his own that involves Fischler. Unfortunately he ends up getting trapped, injured, and because its Fischler left on his own. Fully planned out.

3. Working Title – Shattered Hope. TAG

A story idea that came to me over a year ago, written some short bits, planned out most of the story but because of one small element I need to wait until TAG Season 3 finishes.

Here’s a bit from it that did get shared to Tumblr…

‘How had it come to this?’

Just a short time ago they’d been happy, enjoying some rare downtime in the sun, five brothers together. It shouldn’t be like this… With him cradling one brother who was bleeding from a bullet wound after saving the youngest from certain death. The other two close-by. One with a dislocated shoulder, the other with a broken leg, he himself had a stab wound to his arm... All of them with numerous other injuries… Beaten, bloodied, bruised… And praying that someone would rescue them!

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Fourth we have anonymous who asked for ’35, 38 and 39.’

35: Would you ever kill off a canon character?

I’ve killed poor Scott off a few times HERE ... HERE and another time as an old man where Virgil also got killed off. (The fic scarred me – But, at the same time I think it’s the best short I’ve written - It’s called White Light if you want to give it a read)

I’ve not killed any of the others yet, and I keep telling myself that I won’t do it again, but it will probably happen again at some point…

39: Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? 

I’ve had a couple, but they are usually anonymous ones. I normally just delete them and move on because people like that have nothing better to do and are not worth any upset. But if it does affect my confidence then I’ll reread a couple of nicer comments, then when I’m ready I’ll continue writing. I think there was only one that really knocked me for six and that was an anonymous rant on my Bad Day fic because I’d dared to pair up Virgil and Brains. (I’m sure you can imagine the content)

38: Talk about a review that made your day.

Even though 38 comes before 39 I wanted to save this one for last.

Every single comment I’ve ever got. No matter how short or detailed has brought a smile to my face and helped inspire me to continue writing – If I had to single out one then it would actually be a private message that was sent to my Fanfiction.Net inbox. It was over 2 years ago and unfortunately I can’t find the message now but whoever sent it to me said that they’d loved my Fics, in particular Gone which they had read several times and that I was their favourite writer. I was beaming for weeks afterwards.

So, whoever you were thank you - and to all who comment, re-blog, like or kudos my stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart… Seriously you all make this fandom such a lovely place to be!

All my current posted fics and their status can be found via my: Thunderbirds Fanfiction Masterlist 

[kakooshi]

Captain, Could you write a Ereri one with number 36 from the writing thingie? I would love to see that :D

Why of course, my fellow soldier XD Anyway….

After 84 years, I have finally picked up on my writing again! Gosh, thank you so much for being patient with me, I hope this will be worth the wait ^^ I want to apologize because you were probably expecting angst, but I wrote 3k words of sin instead, god I’m horrible :’’’D

I would also like to thank @very-ereri for allowing me to base this drabble on one of their posts ^^ All their headcanons are amazing!

36. “I wish I could hate you.”

Title: Restraint, or Lack Thereof

Rating: E 

Read on Ao3

-x-

When Levi declared that he was going to sleep in the chair forthe night, Eren knew he had fucked up somehow.

Ever since he began regularly visiting the man in his quarters, Eren often succeeded in his attempts to lure Levi into bed so that they could have sex, cuddle, or sleep in general; something that Levi had to steadily adjust to since he was so accustomed to sleeping in his chair due to his bouts of insomnia. They kept at this for days; Levi’s nightly attachment to the hard, wooden furniture getting less and less the more Eren spent time with him.

But Levi was mildly aggravated with him, and for a validreason too. During an underground patrol in one of Mitras’s low-lying junctions,Eren had flown into a spat with some brawny hoodlums whom he’d caughtbadmouthing the Captain, which resulted into a show of flying limbs and teeth.Levi of course, intervened, but this was met with a great amount of protestfrom Eren, who momentarily forgot who he was supposed to be addressing, andsaid angrily that he could defend himself just fine.

“Eren, that’s not the fucking point,” Levi had said. “Did youforget about my advice? About learning to exercise control over your emotions?” Eren wasimmediately struck with guilt in that instant, and heaved the shame he placedupon himself all the way back to the surface.

Eren’s apology came in the form of a steaming cup of blacktea sitting on Levi’s dresser and a perfectly polished room, but Levi hadforgiven him long before he’d done those things, he always did. The man lovedhis bright-eyed brat too much.

“You should know by now that I don’t give a rat’s ass aboutwhat those thugs say about me right, bright eyes?” Levi had kissed him on thecheek.

Touching the mark left from Levi’s thin lips, Eren thoughtthat things were going to be okay from then on–and they were. When Levi shutthe door to his room hours later, Eren immediately dove in to wrap his armsaround his neck and kiss him, tongue swiping at his lips without abandon.However, he learned soon enough that Levi wasn’t going to let him get away withit completely, and this was the consequence that helped him to see what Levi’s intentionswere…

Levi pulled away. “I’m staying in the chair for the night.”

He was slightly out of breath from making out, but his gazedidn’t waver. Eren raised a brow.

“You’re going to what now?!”

“I’m staying in the chair. We’re not going to fuck on my bed,tonight. Take that as punishment for letting your old carelessness take overfrom when we were supposed to be scouting the streets.” Levi covered the top railof the chair with the suit jacket he just shed and proceeded to untie his cravat,later throwing it at Eren’s dumbfounded face.

“There. In case you need to jack off. At least I’ll be herefor you to gawk at.”

Eren fumed at the sight of his older partner settlingcomfortably into the damned chair (It looked very uncomfortable to him in hisopinion), and at the state of his fully hard dick. He knew he deserved it foracting recklessly that day, but come on. Outof all the times Levi had to inflict his punishment at the last minute, itwould have to be on the night when Eren was feeling particularly horny.

The boy made to undress as well, holding the cravat between hispursed lips while he did. His movements were snappy and almost childlike; hestripped off every piece of his military uniform like it personally offendedhim. After making sure to fold his clothes properly and hang his harness on thewall, he went and flopped rather gracelessly onto the mattress, earning him alow chuckle from the man sitting inches away. Eren was left in nothing but hisunderwear.

“Such display of control.”

Eren wanted to retort with his smart-ass mouth, but he knewbetter than to give Levi a chance to fire back instantly.

Levi crossed his legs and observed him all the while, findingamusement in how Eren’s sexual frustration seemed to grow the more secondsticked by. Meanwhile, Eren, after some grumbling, scrambled in their sharedbed, trying but failing to calm his rampaging dick. Damn, Levi still managed toturn him on even when he was being so aggravating. Had he been younger, hewould have whined like the puppy that the other soldiers, even Levi himself,enjoyed comparing him to, but he was different now. He would just have to takecare of himself if he wanted to impress Levi.

“Levi…” Eren made sure not to whine. “Fuck me, please?”

“No.”

Eren’s cock twitched at the curt response. He resisted theurge to palm himself and give a few hard tugs in order to end this torture. Thethought of Levi not wanting to do that–tearing off his underwear and jerkinghim off right then and there–made it all the more difficult for him to breathe.He knew Levi wouldn’t, and that he would stick by his words, but the heatpooling within him, along with the smouldering look in Levi’s eyes, wanted toclaim otherwise.

If only he could make Levi’s resolve crumble into bits….no.He would.

Challenge accepted.

He took the cravat and inhaled it deeply, eyeing Levi fromthe side. Letting out a breathy exhale, his hand moved down to lightly tracethe expanse of his torso and lower, until it reached just shy of his waistband. Levi’s eyes darkened, obviously intriguedby the proceedings. Eren licked his lips and began to remove his underwear, slowlyexposing his weeping cock for Levi’s eyes to feast on from afar.

A groan was released when the fabric was finally removed.Eren played with the head, thumbing at the slit where a drop of pre-cum wasstarting to form. He called out Levi’s name again, eyes half-lidded and remorseful.  

The resounding plea awoke something within Levi. It crawledthrough his skin, his cock getting dangerously close to surging back to life. Itwas suddenly so hot in the room. He could blame the fireplace by his right, buthe knew the real reason as to why. Levi made to look away; he wouldn’t achieveanything if he watched, and a punishment was a punishment. But…Eren’s calls andgrunts asked him to look–as if he must–andalso begged for his forgiveness. Frenzied signals began filling his head,moving him to retrain his eyes back on Eren’s undulating body.

“L-Levi…” the moan cameout involuntarily, its volume carrying out in a way only his partner could hear.He breathed in the scent of Levi’s cravat once more, closing his eyes as he did.His fingers slipped down a little quicker than he intended to, the frictiondrawing out a heavy gasp muffled by the cravat; he couldn’t help curving hisback.

Levi willed down the guttural noise trying to escape from histhroat. ‘Eren, you fucker,’ hethought, ‘Trying to get a rise out of me.’

He was ashamed to admit to himself that he could feel hisself-control slipping as he watched Eren pleasure himself, and slowly at that.It was impressive, in the least.

Eren was working into it now, moving his hips in a steadypace as best as he could, the familiar slickness enveloping hiscalloused hand.

Levi’s breath hitched. In that moment, the pleasured whimpersfrom the punished man increased in frequency. Sweat began to form on his faceand neck, and eventually the rest of his body. Levi shivered–shivered due tothe sight that was beyond reach despite the short distance it only took.

The man struggled hard to keep his hand away from the tent inhis pants. It twitched at every stuttered sigh that came out from Eren’s plump,pink lips. If only he could…

Another noise, and the first wall broke. Levi muttered asilent “Fuck,” and brought his palm to his crotch, kneading it to hardness. Hewas landing fast, and it was all thanks to the gorgeous, keening brat on thebed trying to bring himself to completion.

He regretted ever imposing the punishment; cheeky little shitdecided to take advantage of the space he had purposefully put between them.Eren’s moans soon turned into wails, their pitch and volume raising higher andhigher, loud enough that they could echo off the walls, pierce through thewindows, and announce to everyone just exactly what he was doing so late in theCaptain’s quarters. Levi made a mental note to himself to see how much thecadets have placed their bets on this one, maybe 20 silvers and a loaf ofbread, at least.

Eren’s scream brought him back to his senses. Levi beratedhimself for having thought of a stupid bet instead of focusing on the boy thathad been jerking off on his bed for about 7 minutes, watching in purefascination as white strips of pearly cum shot out of Eren’s cock. Seeing it slowlydrizzling down Eren’s thighs drove Levi mad, and he made sure to sharpen hisglare when Eren glanced in his direction.

The boy was wrecked, breaths coming out in short, heavypuffs, yet at the same time, he held himself in such a manner that hehad the nerve to send a—was that a fucking wink—inLevi’s way. The man flushed in anger, wondering how someone as young as himcould be such a little shit. Wiping the cum on the sheets like it was nothing(Levi curled his lip in disgust at that, but what could he do?), Eren swayedhis legs so that he was sitting on the bed, head dropped and hands on the edgeof the mattress, but his eyes looked up in mischief towards Levi, whose secondwall of control was about to deteriorate.

Standing up, he noticed how Levi’s gaze went down to hisflaccid member. With a smirk, he walked, not creeped, not tiptoed, but walked casually to where Levi was sitting. 

Levi gulped. ‘This is it,’ hethought, ‘He’s going to ruin me. He’sgoing to make my control spiral into jimmied bits of wire and spit.’ Thisfucking 18-year old was going to give him the most difficult time of his life,and how funny, given that Eren was at his most bare, at his most vulnerable,but even that didn’t stop the confident sway in his hips, the movement makingLevi’s head spin for a bit. He caught the slip of drool forming at the edge ofhis mouth but he stopped himself before getting caught looking like a dewy,wide-eyed hormonal teenager. He closed his eyes, Eren’s footfalls accompanyingthe skipping beats of his heart.

To be quite honest, Levi expected Eren to apologize for hissly performance by stripping Levi of his pants in order to get the job done,but instead of being met with the sight of Eren dropping down to his knees toworship him, he was met with the empty space of a bed where Eren used to be.

“Eren?” He looked around only to gape in disbelief.

It turned out that Eren had moved past the chair where he wasat and was on his way to their shared washroom. Levi turned his head in time tosee his ass disappearing into the dark.

With that, the second wall broke. Levi clenched his fist,teeth grinding together. ‘Shit, shit,shit.’ Wincing at the miniscule softening of his cock, he reached hisfingers out to fumble at the zipper of his pants, freeing his hard-on. Heshrugged the pants off his legs completely, porcelain skin warming from thefireplace. He spit into his palm and gave it a few strokes, closing his eyes toenvision Eren re-enacting that dirty performance of his. He wanted, no, neededto–

His body went rigid when long, slender fingers caressed theside of his neck. His eyes opened in time to see Eren, still naked, hoveringover him. His expression was calm, almost calculating, but his eyes had thatblazing look to them, as if he was preparing to sear him alive. Gulping, his gazeflashed down to Eren’s cock; it was fully hard again.  

Oh–

The boy clicked his tongue. Before Levi could react, he wasstunned into submission by the forceful grip of Eren’s hands on his shoulders. Hisknees nudged Levi’s apart, the man’s cock standing at attention to hisbrusqueness. Eren held his gaze as he sank down, bringing their erectionstogether. The sweet friction had them both moaning in delight. 

Levi grabbedEren’s ass so he could press it flush against his thighs, layered in a sheen ofsweat. He yelped as Eren’s cruel fingers came to pull at his hair, his head thrownback by the action. Furious lips came to kiss and suck at the most sensitiveparts of his neck. Out of the two of them, Eren was better at leaving marks;Levi could never be more grateful for his trusty cravat.

Eren whispered his name against his throat, attacking it withseveral more nips and bites; he pulled on Levi’s hair again so that they wereface to face, and the man’s groans were soon muffled by Eren’s lips, movingwith the same vigour he directed onto his neck. They tongued at each other, Erentaking over again and bringing whine after whine out of Levi.

Now the third wall was under threat of destruction, too. Leviwanted to come so badly. However, he wanted Eren to do it first. He wouldn’tlet him win.

Eren wouldn’t let him either.

Levi was so distracted with the passion of the younger’s kissthat he didn’t register the sudden clenching around his cock. He broke off fromthe boy’s lips to release a winded gasp, face contorted in pure bliss when herealized that Eren was fully seated on his cock; it throbbed like crazy insideof him.

A grunt, “How did you…?”

“I prepped myself for you in the wash,” said the low voice.

The look on Levi’s face was incredulous. His mind immediatelyconjured up an image of Eren in front of the mirror in the washroom, lube in hand, opening himself up, prodding his hole with his slicked fingers whileprobably imagining that they were Levi’s instead. “I prepped myself for you,” was all he could ever process. It washot. It was maddening. With that, the third wall began to crumble, and hefought to keep his last thread of control, but then he was brought out of hisreverie when Eren proceeded to ride him…

His movements were slow at the start, just a lazy grindingdue to the intense jack-off session he had just minutes ago. He clenched downevery time Levi dared to look away, with little bounces here and there to pushhim further to the edge.

Levi steeled his resolve. He wouldn’t let Eren get the bestof him. Grabbing on to Eren’s waist for support, he met Eren’s languid thrustwith a hard one of his own, earning him a startled yelp from the boy above him.

“Ahhh!” There. He wouldmake Eren lose himself completely for sure. Levi was about to give him anotherone of his toe-curling thrusts, but once again, Eren surprised him. In seconds,he sensed the shift of weight as Eren gathered his strength to bounce himselfon his cock harder and faster, all traces of lethargy gone. Knowing the boy’sstamina, he was fucked.

“Eren–oh fuck, Eren!” Levi shouted. Eren lowly groaned in response.He was so fast; Levi feared that the chair might break under the tension. Therewas nothing he could do but grasp onto his hips for dear life, wishing thatthis sweet torture would end already–his third wall was cracking fast.

“So this is how it’s going to be huh, Captain?” Eren taunted. He felt Levi stiffen at the title. He gavea small hum as he eyed the suit jacket on the rail, it would look bettersomewhere else. With a small chuckle, he let go of Levi’s shoulder for a bit tograb the jacket and wear it around his frame, the sleeves hanging loosely onthe sides. Random, but donning it made whatever this was sexier somehow. “There we go,” he smiled, wiping thesweat off his bangs as he resumed his erratic pace, moaning in unison with theman who was trying so hard not to fall apart under him.

‘Fucking beautiful’, Levithought to himself, appreciating the new look. Eren wasn’t finished just yet.He inched his head closer to Levi’s.

“I want to feel every inch of you. I want it to fill me up,all the way,” He whispered into Levi’s ear, and the titan shifter slammed downon him mercilessly. Shit, not the dirty talk. Fuck, no. Levi groanedhelplessly; this was so unfair.

But Eren wouldn’t stop. He stopped whispering and said the wordsloud and clear; blunt and dirty. “Is my asshole feeling good for you? Is ittight for you?” Eren cooed, his movements becoming more erratic as he read thesigns of an impending orgasm on Levi’s face. 

This was it. Levi just kept cryingout Eren’s name, legs aching from holding him up. It was a wonder how the chairdidn’t break from their wild fucking; he was going to have to check for weltson his skin, but that didn’t matter now. There was only Eren, so determined tomake him surrender, to lose all sense of control. Levi admitted to himself thatit was very likely to happen.

“I want you to lose yourself for me, Levi.” Eren challenged,hands sliding from the man’s shoulders to brush against his nipples hiddenbeneath his flimsy shirt. They were both so sweaty, the heat from the fireplacewrapping them up in a fierce glow.

“I…I can’t….Eren, please…,” Levi moaned, low and broken.

A huff of breath, and Eren gave the final word. He licked atLevi’s lips one more time before muttering, “Come inside me. I want it all.Give it to me.”

With that, Levi finallycame, hot spurts of his seed filling up Eren just as he did. Even after hecame down from his high, he couldn’t stop shuddering. While he recovered, Erentouched his own cock and gave himself quick, frantic pumps before coming aswell; Levi falling over the edge before him enough to make him follow after. Exhaustedand panting, the couple wrapped their arms around each other, rocking back andforth in the chair (It was one hell of a strong chair). The suit jacket thatEren was wearing was now slightly heavy with the absorption of sweat.

After sharing one last kiss, Levi pulled out of Eren, both fascinatedand disgusted with the way their fluids stuck to their bodies. It was time forthem to clean up. His shaking legs were keeping him from doing that,unfortunately.

“I’m sorry,” Eren’s expression was one of guilt. At that, Levi’s face softened.

“You proved me wrong, at least.” He smiled weakly, catchingon the way Eren perked up in the hope that he would be forgiven, “Now, if youcan be just as impeccable on the streets as you are in bed, or in this case, a chair, then I mightconsider letting you off.”

Eren laughed and apologized again before carrying Levi bridalstyle (This was met with a bop to the head) to the bed. “Thirsty?” he asked.Levi nodded. Eren went back into the washroom to retrieve a basin, towel, and aflask of water. He handed the flask to Levi, and the man chugged down its contents with all his might.

“Yeah, make sure to deep throat that for me, baby.” Eren saidas he soaked the towel in the basin. Levi spit the water out.

“I wish I could hate you.” He groaned, shielding his eyeswith an arm as he lay down.

“Wish,” Eren wrung the wet towel and moved over to where Leviwas. “I’ll make sure you won’t after I clean you up.”

[lastbluetardis]

2016 Fic Writing in Review

I was tagged by the lovely @chocolatequeennk​! Thanks Nancy!!

total number of completed stories:

173 (and I’m certain that at least half of these (if not more) are drabbles/ficlets people prompted me), and I also finished my WIP from last year, The Lame Shall Enter First. And I also started a WIP, Perfect Match

total word count:

312,243!

Holy crap! And this is only what I published, and not any random side stories/scenes I wrote for myself, or any deleted words I took out during editing.

fandoms written in:

Doctor Who

looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Oh, absolutely more. 173 unique stories??!!??!! Wow, I’m just baffled. Where on Earth did I find all that time to write???

what’s your own favorite story of the year?

Oh, definitely Perfect Match. I have had the most fun I’ve ever had writing this story.

But if I want to pick a completed story, I’m going to go with Touched by an Angel. I’d never seen a reunion set during the events of Blink, so that was loads of fun to write and explore.

did you take any writing risks this year?

Hmmm, probably embarking on a multi-chapter WIP. I get horribly blocked whenever I tell myself I’m going to update regularly, and miraculously, I’ve been able to post a new chapter every week since the end of August (barring finals week when I had to skip the scheduled update). So I am so proud of myself for this.

do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year?

Not really, though I feel like I should. The most immediate goal is to finish Perfect Match, of course, but I’m projecting the story will be finished in about three to four weeks. Otherwise, I’m hoping to start writing the various WIP ideas I’ve had floating around my head and computer for about two years now.

best story of the year?

Definitely Perfect Match. It’s not done yet, but because it almost is, I’m counting it :D Otherwise, I’m fairly certain my smut fics would be statistically classified as by “best”.

most popular story of the year?

Perfect Match, once again. This fic has grown beyond what I ever thought it would be (and it’s approaching 100k soon!!) I’m so proud of it.

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

Hmm, I’m note sure I have any? I’m quite pleased when anyone reads my stories. I suppose my fics featuring Daddy!Doctor don’t quite get the readership some of my other fics get, but I know that baby!fic aren’t some people’s favorite.

On the flip side, I feel like my smut fics are over-appreciated. While I’m pleased people seem to like them, it is sometimes frustrating to see a smutty ficlet I wrote in thirty minutes get more attention than fics I’ve taken hours or even days to write and polish and edit.

most fun story to write:

(My answer to all of these questions could be Perfect Match, honestly.) But here’s a short list of some of my favorites:

Making it Official -- (Ten x Rose AU) Reunited (And It Feels So Good) -- (Ten x Rose AU, nsfw) You Know What Happens When You Assume... -- (Ten x Rose AU) Touched by an Angel -- (Ten x Rose) Of Fuzzy Socks and Communicable Diseases -- (Tentoo x Rose) Pancake Day -- (Tentoo x Rose) Happy Anniverthday! -- (Tentoo x Rose, nsfw)

story with the single sexiest moment:

Oh man, this one’s a hard one ;)

Uhmmmmm... Either 900 Years of Unexplored Kinks, New Settings on the Sonic, or Late Night Excursions. (I only now realized just how much smut I wrote in 2016...) And all of those were written with the intention of being plotless porn, so are they still considered “sexy” when it’s actually just porn?

most sweet story:

Perfect Match

Probably Making it Official. Or Child’s Play. Both are Ten x Rose AU fics, and they both involve Ten and Rose interacting with the other’s kid, and it’s so adorably fluffy :D

”holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you!” story:

Uhmmm... Maybe starting a multi-chapter fic? I usually only have the patience for one-shots. Otherwise, I write what I want to read, so can anything I’ve written be considered “wrong”?

story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story:

I don’t think I have one of these. When I write, I’m already drawing from my own headcanons and perceptions of these characters, and they don’t change much just because I’ve written them down.

hardest story to write:

Y’all are probably getting sick of hearing me talk about it, but the section in Perfect Match when James’s mother died. I was so nervous to follow through with it (and as a result, I had an alternate chapter ready as a backup), but everyone was so wonderful with its reception and so supportive and lovely.

But apart from that, I’m not sure if I struggled with any one story. Sometimes smut scenes trip me up a bit, and I dabbled with writing anal play this year, so that was a little challenging to explore. But otherwise, I had a grand old time writing this year.

biggest disappointment:

I don’t think I have one. Filling out this little review thingie has made me aware of just how much I wrote this year, and I’m nothing but proud of myself.

biggest surprise:

My answer is the same as last year: the popularity of my fics. I write for me, and I write what I want to read, and the fact that other people want to read what I’ve written too is so awesome :D

I’m not going to tag anyone, because I think a lot of my writer buddies have already been tagged. But if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!