#or the headcanon i have about most people of a certain age have a backdoor hypnosis installed into their brain. leftover remnants of

[quietwingsinthesky]

Even & Bill & The Master Mr. Razor & Other Things Forgotten, So They Probably Weren’t That Important.

“They still scare you?” says Noble. They spook Bill worse than the patients, if only momentarily before she recognizes them. She lets the mop handle fall loose from one hand to another. Noble’s eyes follow it rather than look at Bill’s face.

“I don’t know.” She looks at the patients, stone-faced and suffering. Noble doesn’t. Their eyes travel up Bill’s arm and jump across her face to a point over her shoulder. “Sometimes, yes, but mostly, no. They’re in pain. I’m… used to them.”

“It’s been a few months. You should be.” Bill grimaces. Noble blinks at them, expression unchanging. “Something’s wrong,” they state.

It’s been seven years, Bill doesn’t say. She wants to, badly, and part of her thinks that if she has to do this much longer, she will. The only thing holding her back is how Razor had explained it, only when Noble wasn’t there to hear.

Amnesia. It comes and goes. Do not tell them. Would be cruel. The day before, the little place he, and Noble, and now, Bill, for such a long time that she couldn’t call it temporary anymore, had to share had smelled like iron and electricity. The air had buzzed until Bill felt dizzy just sitting down in the midst of it. She’d thought it was more serious, a gas leak or something, but then the smell had faded again. Like clockwork each year, it filled the air again, and Noble forgot again, and Bill wasn’t blind enough not to notice those things always came as a pair. She’s had to introduce herself too many times.

“I wish there was something we could do for them,” Bill says to pull both of their attentions away from that, though it keeps tugging guiltily on her mind like it always does when Noble is in the same room with her, when Razor isn’t there to hush a mention of something forgotten. “They can’t even ask for help.”

Noble’s fingers lace together, and then they rise to their chest and grasp at nothing. Bill catches the way their eyes widen for a moment before they force them shut. “They’ll fix the pain.”

“You say that like a fact,” Bill points out, “when they haven’t done anything for them for- Since I got here.” There’s a feeble movement out of the corner of Bill’s eye. A patient rocks into a slouch and shakes and stills. “You don’t believe it, do you? That this treatment is…” Bill doesn’t even know what to say about it. The only word that should ever be used to describe this is horror. Noble shrugs.

“They can’t go back to what they used to be. It’ll be easier one day.”

“So, you’ll be on the table just like all the other volunteers?” Noble frowns at that, like the notion is completely ridiculous.

“No. They would have to force me, and he wouldn’t let them.” It isn’t hard to figure out who ‘he’ is, considering Bill has the same mysterious savior to thank. “I won’t let anyone force you,” they add, like a promise, or a debt.

There are times… Bill will look at Noble, staring at the tiny television trapping the Doctor’s image, and there will be something scared and hopeful in their eyes when they look at him that Bill recognizes too well. Sometimes, Bill will say something about him, her adventures, all the danger, and the way Noble will smile is like they were there. All of time and space, and Bill has to wonder how rare it is to find someone else who knows the Doctor. (Razor never hints at recognition of the Doctor in the same way, so they must have gotten tangled together later, Bill assumes.)

Looking at them is like squinting through fog. There’s something Bill should be able to see, but she can never quite make it out.

Noble reaches out a hand, the one that ends a little below their knuckles and becomes cold metal up their middle, ring, and pinky fingers. It shouldn’t be out of place in a hospital of mechanical replacements.

The fingers curl with smooth precision, with a pride of craftsmanship everything else here lacks.

“Come with me.” Bill takes a step forward.

Wait for me, ties round her ankles and weighs them down.

Before she can decide to, Bill is saying, “I can’t.”

Noble’s hand drops slowly to their side.

“Do you trust me, Bill?” Their fingers curl against their thigh, a near inaudible and yet utterly distracting tap-tap. Bill blinks.

“Yeah?” Noble inhales. They meet Bill’s eyes. Bill- There’s a knocking at the back of her skull, and she’s trying to follow it and look at Noble at the same time. She knows this. She does. And it makes her feel… calm. Like trust is a tide coming in at the shore and she’s buried in the sand.

“You trust me,” Noble repeats. It’s no longer a question.

“Yeah,” Bill agrees. It’s no longer in question. Noble crosses the room to be closer to her, never taking their eyes from Bill’s. Their mouth trembles around their next words as though they’re having trouble forming them.

“Tell me why you… won’t come,” with obvious effort, Noble finishes the sentence and holds eye contact. Deja vu floods Bill’s brain. They’ve done this before, and she’d let it slip out of her mind, and she can’t panic about it because her breathing is in time to that rhythm that wormed into her head a long time ago- Months, no, years, no, a decade, and she can’t put a finger on the source. If it doesn’t belong to Even, they make it work for them all the same. Bill knows she can trust them, and it seems easy to give them information they must already know. They were there.

Bill can’t look away, and she begins to say, “Because the Doctor-”

She stops.

“Your eyes are the wrong color,” she tells Even.

The rhythm ends abruptly, and Noble’s gaze jumps away as though burned. “What?” they demand, confused. “I don’t- What?”

Bill’s mouth feels dry. She swallows and licks her lips. Her head buzzes, near pain for a brief moment, and it dissipates again with an exhale.

The door behind Noble swings open. Bill straightens up, tense until she sees it isn’t Nurse, only Razor looking between them. Noble doesn’t relax when they recognize him, and what spills out of their mouth next is something Bill can’t understand.

She can’t really understand why they’re upset, either.

(They hate this, Razor said. There was only one ‘they’ that he talked about, so Bill always knew, even if he never used their name. Death, dying, fine. Suffering, fine. But conversion? Uncomfortable. So they scurry the city like rats. Anywhere but here.)

The memory slots neatly into their conversation from before, and Bill understands. The patients put Noble on edge.

Razor doesn’t answer them as he enters the room.

Another demand in the same language. Bill would think she’s been too far from the TARDIS for too long if Razor and Noble hadn’t been bickering in gibberish since the day she’d met them. Maybe it never counted as a language properly, couldn’t translate, because it was something only the two of them knew how to speak.

He finally responds shortly, and Noble scowls. They move towards him, and his hand whips out at their face. Bill jolts, but he stops short of contact, instead snapping right above the bridge of their nose. Noble doesn’t flinch, biting at his fingers before he wisely yanks them back, but they shake their head and don’t speak up again. Razor ignores them, and Bill, like always, is left with a weird pit in her stomach.

He smiles, and it barely eases the discomfort.

“Hungry now?” he asks.

That, Bill has to admit, might help a little. If she can keep it down. She’s gotten fairly good at doing that these past few years.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Can you do a headcanon where a disney villain get bitten by a werewolf and they experience their first transformation? The villains you can use are Clayton, Professor Ratigan (as a human), Sykes, Judge Claude Frollo, Gaston, and Captain hook. I wish you a lovely day.

Sure thing! Hope these are okay, I got a bit sleepy at the end. You have a wonderful day, too! ^^ 

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Captain Hook:

·         Of all the beasts trying to get a bite of me, it had to be a WEREWOLF!? (By beasts, he refers the Tic Toc, the sea monster, Peter Pan, the lost boys, and all the Darlings)

·         Captain Hook is cursing is deliciousness right now.

·         It’s a whole thing when he gets bitten. He is in such panic, and its all Smee can do to get him to bed all wrapped up! Never mind getting the captain to sleep in this state.

·         He’s already traumatised from getting bitted by Tic Toc! The next couple of days, he’ll be shaking and extra easily frightened. Smee will be the only comforting part of his life.

·         When the full moon eventually comes, our Captain has been so anxious leading up that he didn’t eat. Which makes for a very, very hungry werewolf. Which is never good.

·         (The mermaids are about to learn that they should stay under water on the full moon for the foreseeable future. Especially seeing as Hook will not age and die any time soon)

·         The only good thing about this situation is that Peter is able to distract him (For fun, of course.) all night by dangling himself before the hungry eyes and then zipping off in the air again so Wolf!Hook has to make chase.

·         When Hook wakes up the next morning, he dry heaves. See, the uncontrollable hunger from when he was a werewolf (Since he didnt actually end up getting to eat anything because of Peter) transferred to his human form and he’s so hungry, and also so sick from fear and anxiety that he needs to vomit. The nausea is so terrible it literally leaves his stomach feeling empty but he’s too unwell to eat.

·         Eventually Smee makes him eat some porridge and he starts to calm down…

·         He decides his next transformation will not turn him into this nervous wreck. Not him. Not Captain James Hook.

Clayton:

·         Clayton is pissed when he gets bitten- more from the outrage that an animal hurt him instead of the other way around (I mean, with all of his experience in the field you would imagine he would be able to take care of himself sufficiently). So, he’s furious and wielding his machete (Or better yet a gun) instead of being worried about the wound that is gushing out blood from his arm (He would never let a predator near his middle. He’s too practised in defence - and more notably offense, - to let that happen).

·         Now, he doesn’t realise that what he came in contact with was a werewolf, of course. He just thought it was… I don’t know… just some kind of large, steroid implanted dog.

·         It gets away before he can shoot it. Now he’s pale from blood loss, hair a greasy mess, his muscles are weak and the wound probably has had dirt rubbed in it from the struggle of surviving against a werewolf.

·         So, for the time before his first transformation, he’s very sick and gangrene is creeping around his wound and down his arm. He’s vomiting, he’s got muscle weakness, and theirs a metallic taste stuck in his mouth all the time. A doctor sees to him and says that its expected that he would die from this, seeing as they’re in the middle of nowhere (On whatever expedition he’s on. He’s certainly nowhere near a proper hospital, not that they could have done much more to help then this field surgeon anyway. Although, they might have had anaesthetic) unless he lets them cut off his arm and cauterize it with a branding iron. Of course, he would not let that happen and continues on like a brave (Stupid) soldier.

·         By the time the full moon comes around, he’s already a disgusting, struggling mess. So when he’s tossing and turning in his cot that night- no one there really does anything. He’s just left to struggle.

·         Not that they could have done anything to make his first transformation any easier, or save themselves.

·         Of course, when the next day breaks, Clayton wakes up sprawled on the forest floor with a killer headache, and when he gets up and wonders who the hell carried him out of his tent last night, he finds that he feels… oddly better. Healthier. Pulling up his… torn?… shirt sleeve, he tries to assess his wolf bite... just to find that it isn’t there. Perfectly clear, unscarred flesh stretched over muscle sits there instead. 

·         He’s so confused. Was all that about the beast and his bite, and the nightmare afterwards, just a fever dream? Did he eat something bad out of the forest?  

·         … But then, he finds he still tastes metal on his tongue. A deep taste of iron that Clayton cannot deny is blood.

·         Then he looks around, and his heart plummets (Not because he feels remorse because 1. He doesn’t realise all this mess was him yet, and 2. Clayton? Remorse? Hahaha) to see the nearly unrecognisable bodies on the floor around him and the tents torn to shreds not half as bad.

·         He’s beyond confused, alone, and has a mess to clean up. But he does feel better then he did before the transformation, at least. 

Gaston:

·         Gaston is similar to Clayton. He can take the injury, but he is furious that an animal, a beast, was able to get the drop on him.

·         I think Gaston would have claimed this beast that bit him was a werewolf (Or something along those lines) even if it was just a fox or something. The shame! The shame, of Gaston getting beaten by an animal (Or anything or anyone)!

·         He goes ahead and tells the town that he beat 2 werewolves but the last one got him when his back was turned- and he was so strong that the powers of lycanthropy didn’t work on him! A lie, of course. Because, I mean, he did end up scaring off the wolf after he had been bitten, getting some good hits on the beast as well with his knife, but did he beat the wolf? I don’t think so. And there was only one werewolf. 

·         So when he does turn on the next full moon, he’s mortified and furious… and that transfers into uncontrolled rage in his wolf form.

·         The last thing he remembers when he awakes is the claw marks he left on the wall, through the wallpaper. With his own damn hands. Like a beast.

·         And when he does wake up to his room in disrepair; Wooden chairs ripped away their legs, claw marks on the walls, antler’s ripped from the frames on the wall, scratches along the wooden floor… its just a mess. A huge, monstrous mess, and it shocks Gaston.

·         He literally has nothing to say. He knows if he leaves out his front door, people will ask what the noise was last night (I mean, he’s GASTON. Everyone wants to know about him. He knows this.), and he just doesn’t want to talk. He doesn’t want to explain away a reason, he doesn’t want to make any sort of mouth noises at all; Especially not to anyone.

·         He gathers up his gun and his rucksack and he sneaks out the backdoor and into the forest to do some camping and hide out for a couple days… or a week.

Judge Frollo:

·         Oof, what a thing for a ‘religious’ man like him to become… Maybe he’ll finally admit that he isn’t as pure as he thinks he is.

·         He knows what he’s being hunted by the moment he sees those glowing yellow eyes. He rushes into the cathedral, for safety. As if those pillars and stain glass windows can protect him from what’s coming, as if the cross could.

·         The werewolf just follows him in, and that’s where he attacks. Bites Frollo in the shoulder because he was dumb enough to turn his back on the animal, but luckily the priest of the cathedral hears his screams and comes with silver and scares off the yellow eyed devil- saving Frollo from certain death. He never would have been able to fight off the wolf himself. No one could (Well except Gaston)

·         He feels absolute dread and anxiety up until the full moon. He can feel the monster growing in him, feeling it taking form and taking control of his instincts, ready to strike and take his strength and mind, too. (Whether this is his delusions or a real thing he’s able to feel because he’s so aware, you can decide).

·         It makes him volatile and extra murderous in those days leading up to the full moon. 

·         When he wakes up the morning after the full moon, his limbs are heavy and Frollo just rests head back on the wall he was just able to drag himself to with remaining strength, and he cries. He sobs. He begs God to excuse him, he asks what he did to deserve this.  

Sykes:

·         Ooooh, Sykes would make a great werewolf. He’s huge on a normal day- can you imagine how big he is as a wolf? How vicious? Luckily he’s usually pretty calm. So, he’d make a large, well humoured wolf. He just wants to chew on some shoes and rest.

·         Anyway- the wolf was aggravated by the smell of dog already on Sykes and that’s why he got bitten. He didn’t hunt the creature, didn’t step into his territory, didn’t do anything to purposely aggravate the creature at all like most of the others.

·         Also unlike the others, this werewolf just bites and runs. It doesn't attempt to take Sykes completely down or anything. This is purely a hit and run kind of dealio. Probably because it heard Desoto and Roscoe respond to their Daddy’s pained yell and decided to leave on a high note.

·         Sykes tries to brush it off. Just applies pressure to the wound until he can properly dress it, and then ignore it. He has more important things to do then focus on that huge wolf that bit him. He doesn’t know what it was, he has no trauma’s surrounded the incident, and he’s stressed usually (Being a successful gangster and all), so how he feels leading up to this first full moon since he was bitten isn’t much different from how he usually feels. He’s driving around everywhere, putting the fear of Bill Sykes into people like Fagin, and doing paperwork. He doesn’t even notice the bite in his side unless he stretches, or he showers

·         (Which, by the way, doesn’t occur as often as it should. He’s very busy).

·         When the full moon finally occurs, it’s the one night in like a month that he finally gets to have a rest. So he’s just in his living room, reading a newspaper, eating his dinner, reclining, when he starts to feel an uncomfortable prickling feeling rush up his back like a hot flash. He tries to ignore it…

·         But then he looks at his hand, and its furry. And then the claws start to break through his skin and he’s in horrible pain and of course terror for about a minute before his eyes change and he loses human consciousness.

·         The next day, he wakes up with sore gums and an aching jaw, and as he sits up from the odd position of being half on the floor with his chin on the bed, rubbing his throbbing jaw, he sees various pairs of his shoes, chair legs detached from the chairs, and… doorknobs? On the floor around him? They all have dents and scrapes all over them as if a dog (A huuuuuge, stroooong dog) came along and had the time it its life chewing on them.

Human!Professor Ratigan:

·         Ratigan is, obviously, a smart man. But he didn’t see this coming. How could he? He’s a man of science. He got himself home, disinfected and dressed his wound / s and thinks that’ll be the end of it. Apart from, possibly, some mental scarring, but luckily- he is also a trained psychological practitioner! He can handle this.

·         But of course, that’s not how this goes.

·         On the first full moon after the attack, he starts to feel… symptoms. He wonder’s if he’s getting sick, or if he neglected to disinfect his bite properly but- no. No way would he make a mistake like that. His wound is securely taped all the time, so even if he had missed out on disinfecting it one day after a shower or something, how could it be infected?? Its very unlikely. So, then, where is this sweating and general irritation coming from? He’s not usually an even-tempered man, but this is becoming… concerning. Even for him.

·         Like I said, he’s a man of science, but when a little after he retires early for the evening, fur starts to prickle up and all over his skin, he finds he’s able to figure it out just before he loses consciousness.

·         Lycanthropy.

·         That was a werewolf that bit him.

·         He has to do somethin-

·         When he wakes up in the morning, puffing out the experience and rage of the beast inside him, he starts by standing motionless in the shower that’s so hot his skin goes pink, but he can’t feel it- he’s too lost in his thoughts. Analysing everything, trying to remember what he did, asking himself if he can weaponize this with any accuracy (Like find out how extract the venom and inject it into Basil), calculating how this can be possible... trying to just figure out how to fix it because this will absolutely not do.

[chinatea]

Personas pirates a/b/o au! headcanon.

It’s loosely inspired by Black Sails and AC4: Black Flag. Takes place in Nassau from the alternative universe populated by the Korean people apparently.

Multi-couples. 

(Sajeon also posted a pirate-y HC today and I swear that’s a total coincidence. I totally have no secret backdoor into your mind, Sajeon...or have I?)

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Who-is-who:

BG (Jiyeon, omega, 27):  was seduced as a teen by a noble who lusted over him and after the said noble had enough of him, he lost BG in a game of cards to the slavers who took him all the way to the other side of the world (Nassau) and sold him to a local brothel there. Despite the tragic hand that the fate had dealt him, BG is nothing if not a master of making the best of his circumstances. If he was forced to become a whore, then he’d become the most coveted whore there is. But he became much more than that, the whole pirate’s corner of the world became his playground and he knew how to play the game better than anybody. The Queen-bee of the salty dogs, if you please. 

Tattoo (Junghwan, alpha, 25): the saltiest dog there is. He is of noble origin, but found himself stifled by the life that awaited him as the oldest son, when all he wanted to do is to carouse and whore around and have mighty good time at all times, to hell with propriety. So, one day, he took off, simple as that, signing up for a buccaneer ship. Only his rebellious streak didn't end there. Tat has a real distaste for hierarchies unless he's on top of one. Barely a few months into his first voyage, he somehow managed to convince the crew to throw the current captain over the board and sail for Nassau instead for booty and...booty. (In my mind, Tat takes after Black Beard in some ways, cuz Black Beard is my fav char in AC4.) Tat is the closest with Christian, his first mate.

Christian, (Jiwon, omega, 23): comes second only to BG when it comes to a messed up past. Married against his will to an alpha twice his age, Chris failed to become a good little omega wife and silently endure his husband’s brutality as was expected of him. Once he’d had enough of beatings and rape, he slashed the fucker’s throat in his sleep and took to the streets. He cross-dressed as an alpha and ended up on the same ship Tattoo was on. The two grew close, so much so that Chris decided to confide in Tattoo and tell him the truth. Chris’s lie could stay undiscovered only for so long, especially in the open sea, so if things went south, at least Tat would have his back. And boy, did he ever. When the captain got suspicious about Chris’s status, Tattoo managed to stage a well-timed coup and turn the crew against the captain, taking his place and making Chris his first mate. 

Ian (alpha, 32): The Black Hound of His Majesty. Also, the new governor of Nassau, appointed by the Queen himself (not a typo, omegas take the title of a Queen) in hopes of cleansing Nassau of all that pirate filth. Ian comes from a wealthy merchant family which allowed him to attend a prestigious state university and rub shoulders with the crème de la crème who, in turn, never failed to snidely remind Ian of his modest origins. That never stopped him, however, from graduating at the top of his year and successfully enter the Royal Navy as a captain of his own vessel and show extreme excellence at any mission he was given. For his service, he was eventually knighted and conferred a noble status at the age of 30. (There are plenty of speculations about the nature of relationship between Ian and the Queen, some saying that the only reason Ian was so quick to find himself a fiancée was to allay the uncomfortable rumors, while in reality...) 

Diminie (Jisoo, omega, 21): Ian’s fiancée. Comes from an old and very noble family that could even rival the royal dynasty in the pureness of blood. Unfortunately, they have been in dire financial straits for a while now, but the solution was simple enough - find a wealthy suitor for Diminie and marry him off. Simple but not easy. There is only so many wealthy suitors available among the noble families with immaculate credentials, and most of them were either taken or not looking forward to burden themselves with the Parks debts. And this is how Ian comes into picture: filthy rich but not of noble origin, which would make the Parks scoff even at the idea of such an alliance at any other time, but being poor felt even worse, so they had to swallow down their pride and accept Ian’s offer. In some ways, Diminie is like any other omega of noble origin: sheltered and pampered and ignorant of the life at large; brought up with a single purpose of marrying and producing an heir some day, preferably an alpha. But at the same time, he’s not like many of his peers - he’s bookish, likes to spend time on his own, in nature, dreaming about great adventures and such. 

SG (Jungkook, alpha, 20): Ian’s younger brother. He’s Ian’s polar opposite, almost in every single way imaginable. Where Ian had to prove himself fiercely, SG was accepted simply because he is the brother of the Black Hound. His path to success had already been trodden for him, by his brother. And as much as he loves Ian, SG oftentimes feels like he’d always be in his shadow and that saddens him: he too longs for his own adventure, for a clean start. But SG is also no Tattoo, to just up and run to another part of the world, so he does what SG does best: he escapes into his own world, filled with swashbuckling extravaganza and romance. It’s his own small way of defying Ian - while Ian despises pirates, SG adores the idea of them. To him, pirates mean freedom to do as one wills with their life and one day, he comes closer to it than he ever thought possible. Before Ian leaves for Nassau, he offers SG to join him. Ian even has a suitable task for him in mind - to help looking after his fiancée who was adamant about going as well. 

(Omegas, amrite?)

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Relationships:

Moving on to the saucy bits.

Technically any couple can happen here, although some couples are more obvious than others, like Tattoo/BG, for instance, while for Tattoo/Di, I’d have to come up with a separate plotline to bring them together. Which I can, if you want me to, but for now I’ll focus on the more obvious ones.

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Ian/BG/Tattoo is THE big love triangle of the whole shebang. For starters, Tat’s feelings towards BG are not easy to pin down, whether it’s love or lust or something in-between, even Tat doesn’t know for sure, and he’s no soul-searching type either, so there is that. Tat’s primary rule in life is ‘if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it’, which he applies to anything, even his relationship with people. Plus, when it came to BG, he had no real competition, yes they fuck around with people, but he’s a pirate and BG is a whore, that comes with the job, yes. Then, Ian comes into the picture. Ian with his anti-pirate agenda and immediate interest in BG who is at the epicenter of everything that happens on the island. And that lights fire under Tat’s ass, because deep down he’s afraid that BG will choose Ian over him, because why wouldn’t he. Tat had little to offer in comparison. Even if Ian would probably never marry BG because of BG’s reputation, he could still offer to take him as his mistress, and even that would mean a lot. With Ian as his lover, BG could finally go back home and re-enter the high society and have the life that was stolen from him. (Let it be known that Tat is clueless about Ian's betrothal situation. It's not like he could just look it up on the Internet, besides even if he did know, he'd just assume that Ian is like most alphas in power who had an official mate to supply heirs and a bunch of lovers on the side for fun and giggles). 

Ian/Di/SG is the small love triangle of the story. Di is, of course, striving to be devoted to his future husband, that's how he was brought up in the first place. And he knows that Ian is a good man, a worthy man to be the father of his pups, but Di would be lying if he said that being betrothed to Ian is at all how he pictured it in his head. Ian treats him kindly and with respect but he's distant and oftentimes absent due to his service to the crown. And Di would loathe to see their marriage be the same way, so he follows Ian to Nassau in hopes to get closer to his fiance, but only to end up spending his days with his brother instead. At first, Di was dismayed, but it turned out that SG was not half bad a company - they had a lot in common, close in age and Di just felt less pressured to behave in a certain way around SG. And While Di doesn’t know when the tingles in his chest transformed into genuine affection towards the younger alpha, he knows from the way SG looks at him that the feeling is mutual and that can be dangerous.

Chris/Tat/BG is the merry threesome of the story. The three of them bang often and with much gusto, what else is there to say. 

Chris and Tat are the best buddies in pretty much everything: in swashbuckling, drinking and fuckery. With his past, Chris has a deep-seated anger toward alphas which makes his skin crawl even at the thought of having one touch him again (Tat is the exception to the rule and even when they fuck, Tat gives him the control to make Chris comfortable). Chris also likes to seek out other omegas to fuck, because omegas are mostly submissive in bed and that works for Chris. The pairing I have in mind for him is with SG, actually. SG has the capability to help Chris work through his issues and regain a part of himself that was desecrated in his marriage - his gentler, more sensitive, kinder self. He’d still be the badass though, but with SG, he could be sweeter, more loving and open with his feelings without the fear of being hurt again.

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There are a lot of ways this hc could go and there are plenty of loose ends to address here but that's about it for now. I'm very much amenable to writing out small stories based on this au, so if you have scenarios or couples you want me to explore, drop me a message or something. I can't write for all of them, ofc, but I promise to do at least a few of them. 

Extras:

- I thought of making Diminie the Queen, but since everything happens at Nassau, there is no plausible way he’d actually be allowed to go to some PirateBayTM, so no Queen Diminie (for now?).