#some classy trauma happens

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I saw some MASH Pacific rim murmurings around and it may be time again for my yearly crack at my beast

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 2 - How to Make Friends

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Meet Blitzø.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 2,415

Warnings: surprise surprise! the series is actually non-linear! Some hints of trauma regarding feeling used/objectified, a glimpse into a little more context, mentions of sex as usual, i told y’all i can be a fun writer

Things had been running rather smoothly at Ozzie’s before some idiot decided he could just come in.

Sneaked in, you assumed, since he didn’t seem to be accompanied, and, frankly, didn’t exactly look dressed for a fancy dinner night at Ozzie’s like other customers always were and he had the nerve to come up to you and ask for some minutes of Asmodeus’ time as if it were nothing. 

This wasn't the first time this has happened, of course- for some reason people seemed to think that speaking somewhat confidently about having an appointment would somehow distract you, the person whose job was to strictly keep track of Ozzie’s time, from… well, doing your job. 

At this point, he’d gotten past the whole ‘I have an appointment in five minutes´ thing and started trying to convince you that you had to let him talk to the Sin. 

“Uh. I don’t know what you want me to say, dude. You can’t just like… ask to see Asmodeus. It’s… kinda not how it works. At all.”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “Who are you supposed to be again?”

“I’m Blitz. The O is silent.” He offers his hand for you to shake, but you only raise an eyebrow, unamused. He retracts his hand. 

“Is that supposed to ring a bell or…?”

“Not to you maybe. But his little bitch boy knows who I am.”

“What?”

“I know Fizzarolli, okay?”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And I need to talk to the big Oz!”

“Yeah first off- you could just be bullshitting me. And second off… that doesn’t just automatically give you any priority in Ozzie’s very, very long list of important meetings.”

“Important meetings? What’s he doing right now, discussing dildo prices with some fuckface from Greed?” He raises an eyebrow in defiance.

You do your best to conceal the look on your face as you glanced at Ozzie’s schedule, which confirmed he was, in fact, discussing dildo prices with a manufacturer from Greed.

It wasn’t enough, though- the imp seems to realize it. “He is, isn’t he?” He grins.

“That’s confidential information.”

He leans over your desk, planting both his hands on top of it in front of you and getting his face closer to yours. “What’s a hot piece of ass like yours doing in a dump like this anyways?”

“This is… Ozzie’s, dude.” At this point, you don’t even have an excuse as to why you were even entertaining this guy (at least none that aren’t ‘things are slow right now and I’m really fucking bored’).

“Yeah, I’m usually at some shitty bar with cum and blood on the walls when I pull this one.”

You actually laugh. “I’m sure you are. Anything else I can help you with?”

“A… meeting with Asmodeus maybe?”

“Definitely not.”

“Eh, worth a try. How ‘bout a drink?”

“Are you offering to buy me a drink or asking me to buy you a drink?”

“Hey I’m up for whatever one you want,” he puts his hands up in surrender.

You roll your eyes, unable to contain a smile at the dumb conversation. At least he was entertaining you. You had to give it to him, he was a little funny. “You know what. Get yourself a drink, Blitz with the silent O. You probably need it.”

“Oh, really? Well if you in- hey wait what’s that supposed to mean?”

You just shrug. “Ya want the drink or not?”

He pauses. “Yes.”

You laugh again. “Just look for Maru by the bar and tell her you got a drink on me, she’ll make something for you.”

“Oh you’re not… you’re not gonna be… joining me?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He almost looked actually disappointed, just a little bit. Almost.

“Nope. The hot piece of ass is still at work.”

“Riiight. I’ll uh- I’ll be right there! At the bar. Drinking my drink.” He says, awkwardly walking backward.

“If you try to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room I will find out.”

“And what would you potentially do if you found that out?”

“You don’t wanna-” Suddenly, Ozzie’s voice makes itself known in your earpiece, your voice dying off as you focus on what he says, saying the words that signaled things had gotten a bit heated during the meeting and you need to send in someone to escort the imp out of his office (something you had implemented after the third meeting in two months that had ended with him either slightly injuring or straight-up incinerating someone). “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend doing that, sir,” you tell him, quickly looking for and pressing the emergency buttons that signaled whoever was working security they were needed at Ozzie’s office. 

“Oh, sir, huh? I can work with sir.”

“Huh?” Realizing you hadn’t given the imp guy any sign you’d been talking to Ozzie, and not him, you feel your cheeks burn the slightest bit, getting caught off guard. “No, uh- earpiece.” You awkwardly point at your right ear.

Blitzø’s eyes widen, taken by surprise for a second before trying to keep his cool- and the little dignity he had. “Yeah I knew that. Just some good old teasing. Gosh you’re so uptight!”

“Okay, please get in before I change my mind.”

“Yup. Will do. I’m just gonna… stop by the bathroom real quick-”

“It’s the bar or out, man.”

“Fiiiine,” he exaggerates, dragging himself out of your sight.

“Y/n, you there?” Ozzie’s voice comes from the comm again, and you realize he’s probably been saying something already. 

“Shit, sorry. Someone was holding me up here. Did they get him out?”

“Yes. Do I have anyone scheduled right now?”

“Hold on, let me see,” you look at the screen, crossing out the meeting he’d just finished as done and finding the name written for the one under it. “Yeah, you have that meeting about the beach accident with those Inccubi in Pasadena.”

“What is a Pasadena?”

“Living world matter, sir,” you simplify for him. 

“Living world?”

“Yup.”

“When does he get here?”

“Eight minutes.”

[. . .]

“You sure you’re fine?”

“Yes! All of my meetings are done, performances are going fine and Aro owes me a lot of hours anyway. Now if you don’t mind, I have some alone time with my Froggie to attend.”

“Ugh, that nickname makes me sick.”

“I don’t pay you to judge me.”

“Yeah you pay me 'cause you loooove me. See you on Monday?”

“Yes!”

“If you need anything ‘till then-”

“I will let you know, y/n. Now, I granted you an early night, didn’t I? I expect you to enjoy yourself.”

“Fine, boss,” you teased him, making sure he saw you rolling your eyes.

You walked out of Oz’s office, inside of which you’d seen no sight of Fizzarolli, which was strange. You obviously wouldn’t pry, but wondered if the incident with his hearing aid that Ozzie had had to take a break for earlier had been more serious than what Ozzie made it sound. 

There was no use thinking about it too much, though. You and Asmodeus were close, but there were boundaries you still kept between you and respected. You were pretty much the only person Ozzie ever forwardly told about his relationship with Fizz (even though basically everyone else in all seven rings suspected it in some way) and he knew of many personal things of yours, too, but things such as Fizzarolli’s own personal life and the identity of any people you told him about in conversation usually went unmentioned. 

So, to the bar it was. When Ozzie told you he’d gotten someone to cover you for the last hours of the night so you could be free, the very first thing you’d thought to do had been to go straight home- but even thinking it to yourself made that sound depressing. In truth, Asmodeus was the closest thing you had to a real friend- the closest you’d had in a really long time. And although you did feel grateful to be free of work, it wasn't really much fun to think of the fact that, not being able to hang with Ozzie, you didn’t really have much to do. Or anyone to do anything with. 

So you decided maybe you’d have a drink or two, and enjoy the last performances of the night before bouncing. Couldn’t hurt, right?

To your surprise, when you sit down at a stool by the bar, ordering yourself a blackberry frozen margarita- in your opinion, the best drink on Ozzie’s drink menu- you’re startled to see the imp you’d talked to earlier that night sliding next to you, taking a seat on the stool right by your left. 

“Sooo. The hot piece of ass ain’t working anymore?”

“You’re still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug. “I dunno, I kind of imagined you would’ve managed to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room and gotten yourself kicked out by now.” Of course, you were only taking the piss at him- you’d know if that would have happened. Obviously.

He furrows his eyebrows together. “Wait I actually could have sneaked into his dressing room if I tried?”

You laugh and decide to answer his first question instead of that one. “No, I’m not working anymore.”

“Does that mean I’m allowed to flirt with you now?”

“Oh, that thing you were doing wasn’t flirting?”

“Depends. Was it working?”

You drink the rest of your margarita in a single gulp instead of answering. “Hey, Maru? Would you get me another, please? You can put it under Blitz here.”

“Hey!”

“What? I thought you were trying to flirt. Buy me a drink!”

[. . .]

“So you’re the one who manages this whole thing?” Blitzø motions around to the restaurant, almost spilling the shot of tequila he was holding.

“Well not exactly,” you toy with the little umbrella from your third drink of the night. “I’m more focused on managing Ozzie’s business. I mean. The guy, not the place. You know, meetings to attend, places to go, personal errands, everything.”

“That’s… lame.”

“What do you do for a living then that’s just so fun?”

“Well, I used to be a circus clown.”

“What? Wait that is cool.”

“Only a little cool. I’m planning something big next. But uh. Right now I’m kind of doing anything I can find to support my daughter.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yeah. Loona. The love of my life.”

“That’s cute.” You smile. Examining him with this in mind once again, you take he does sort of have a bit of a dad energy to him. It looks a little unconventional on him considering the… everything else, but it was there. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.” He finally downs his shot, slamming the glass on the counter.

“Oh, wow.” 

He seems to notice all the processing you were doing in your mind to try to gather how old he was. 

“I adopted her like a year ago.”

“Oh. That’s cool. What’s she like?”

Conversation with him came to be strangely natural. A few drinks in, and, from an outside perspective, it would probably be hard to figure out the two of you had never seen each other before up until a few hours prior- cracking jokes and playfully flirting, sharing bits and pieces of your lives and drinking a little more than you should together. It was weirdly comfortable.

And, much to your surprise, Ozzie didn’t come up in conversation again. Not in the way you were certain he would eventually, anyway. After all, it all seemed too nice to not be a way to get you drunk and tell him something personal about Ozzie, or ask you again for a meeting with the Sin. Right?

By the end of the night, Blitzø tried a half-serious attempt at getting you to take him home with you (because apparently he rented a one-bedroom place, and gave up his bedroom to his daughter when she moved in with him, so he wouldn’t be able to take you home with him), to which you laughed, but stopped for a second to seriously consider.

You did find him attractive. His style was hot and his personality was fun. It was all certainly working for you.

You’re sure you could have a fun time with him if you did agree, and, honestly, atop of feeling like you deserved this, you kind of needed it. Nothing like a nice, meaningless one-night-stand with a barely-decent man to distract you from from being alone all weekend. Right? 

But for some reason, you stop yourself. Maybe not this time. Because, even though you weren’t sure if that was really you or just the alcohol talking, at that moment you found yourself thinking that maybe you could actually become friends with this guy. 

And though you weren't sure if he would want that, it would be nice to have a real friend other than Asmodeus, for a change. 

“Um, I gotta work really early tomorrow,” you lie, giving him an excuse. “But I could give you my number? You’re really funny and I had a lot of fun tonight. Even though you definitely crashed the place,” you joke. “I think we could be… good… friends? Maybe? I’d like that.”

“You… want to be friends? With me?”

Fine. That’s where this ended, wasn’t it? He realized he wouldn’t be fucking you and so the interest disappeared. That’s fine. You were prepared for that. “It's alright if not.”

“No, give me- give me your number. Yeah. Give me your number.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you.

Oh. “Okay.” He probably only said that in the hopes to fuck you in the future. 

Still, you grab the phone from him and type in your number and he immediately sends you a ‘hi’ and a smiley face so you can save his contact too.

“Just to be clear, like, we’re not gonna- like I really mean it, I wanna be friends.”

“Okay I got it the first time, you don’t gotta rub it on my face.”

Maybe he could be genuinely fine with just being your friend? 

“I don’t mind some flirting with my friends, though,” you comment, and he smiles. 

“Tell that to me when I’m sober, sweetheart.”

No harm in trying, right? And if sober you thought differently, you could always just block him. 

Why not? Maybe this is just how to make friends as an adult. 

“Okay but seriously where does the ‘O’ even go? Like how do I even save your contact?”

A/N: this wasn't even supposed to be out today but i got too excited so here it is. also im serious abt this being non-linear... there's shit mentioned here you'll only find out more about in like chapter 5 or so but i hope i wrote it in a way thats exciting enough to make it worth it! hope yall like it, share ur thoughts w me! luv yall <3

[secretagentsociety]

loves makes people crazy

yandere dragon X madly in love reader

Here's another idea,a yandere dragon like all powerful and scary the villager is scared of him,the king is scared of him,the Wizards and pretty much everyone and their grandmother is scared of him but then there's you,you different breed of a human decides to see him for the first time and say "yes that's my hubby" and the rest is history

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• people often called you crazy, dilusional and others not so nice insults for being still not being married despite hitting the big 2 0 that and also rejecting the local lords and basically anyone who tries to court you

• now just because people say it doesn't mean you HAVE to follow it yk?oh but you did you played their little fantasy of you being crazy so perfectly people were honestly scared for your mental well being,why?you may ask

• well it's because when khum first arrived at the village (I say first but it's really his 100th time terrorising the village) you decide to whisper something that some people might have heard "he's perfect" you said eyes filled with hearts watching him scaring the sht out of the locals

• honestly you're staring so much he could feel you boring holes into his head,curious he looked around for whoever it is that dared to stare at him for so long and BAM! He saw you,at first he thought you're staring at him in contempt or anger maybe both but then you sigh lovingly and waved at him a fools smile placed upon your face

• he had to look around and points at himself just to made sure he even mouthed "m-me? you're talking to me?!" But you blowing him a kiss and winking made it pretty clear it was him,well let's say after that he couldn't help but think about you "what an odd human" he thought

• "oh my god haven't you heard?! The dragons visit has been so frequent lately our village can't keep affording the rebuilding cost!" One of the villagers said,you aren't paying attention but just hearing him coming back more and more made your heart flutter "I know it's a blessing" you sighed melting into the seat as you remembered the first time he talks to you

•well it happened,khum stood Infront of you folding his hand,what is his plans anyway?kidnapping a human all of a sudden,a weird one at that,"human,do you have a name?" He said

• "you can call me yours,and I'll call you mine" you said "how about the name....treasure?no too basic maybe clove?nah um.....oh darling?" he said tilting his head,khum never thought one day he'd witness a human visibly explode and faint but here we was

• it was a rocky start to the relationship,well...rocky as in everything was so perfect it's scary, here's the recap,on day five of your kidnappings you've opened up to how the villagers had been treating you(not that it's hard to make you open up,all he had to do was give you food and call you pet names while stroking your head and bam! you're dumping your entire trauma onto him) and oh boy was he not happy

• now despite everything he's still a classy dragon,he ofcourse had hoarse of treasure but he also had a pretty nice castle he may or may not seize from a royal you don't have to know that tho so moving on,and with a huge castle come servants and with those come soldiers who needs to maintain security,not that he needs any but you know he likes to have thing's completed and that including the castles needs

• now when his subordinates first saw you absolutely gushing on how cute he was they were absolutely shocked,because one he literally look like a demon ripping out people's heart and two this isn't some flower field it's a grusome battle scene yet you couldn't help but blush when his shirt got torn off,you even closed your eyes to savor the moment after a while

• khum really can't understand your fixation on him,is it like his love for you?but even then he acknowledges your weird behaviour but you literally looked at him as if he was a god,not that he minds,he gotta admit that day he kinda wore a shirt that's a couple of size down so when he does some movements that needs intents flexibility his shirt would rip off in some cool cinematic style,it worked,it worked too well

• so apparently his stamina had their limits he'd come to know it last Night after the battle,oh but the details won't be necessary,oh but don't be fooled if he were to actually try you'd be the one to pass out

• now is he dilusional?nope he knows full well that it's not healthy but does he care?nope he's a powerful dragon,are you dilusional?maybe?...idk...probably....yes?.... Well he is cute so I'll give you that

• he is possesive, but it's really hard to show possesive when the person he loved won't look at other people,you will talk to people normally but once he entered your line of sight the other people can forget ever having a conversation with you

• now for the big question does this technically make you a yandere? maybe..yes.

•i feel the need to say he is 100% taller than you, I'm sorry but it's just the rules 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

• yes he has two pp lets move on now

• he had a way of marking you so other beasts knows to back the fuck off it's called biting,the first night you ever discover the chamber of secrets together(wink wink nudge nudge)he bit down on your neck,it leaves a pretty little flower mark that's imbued with his power it's very very very tiny teeny I cannot stress enough how tiny it is so it's safe

• now if you EVER even say someone else is cute then oh boi oh my,now I have established that he is jealous have I?,no?well too bad because he is,and his jealousy doesn't play nice,he will rip out the heart and torture the person over and over and over each time reviving them again and again and put a curse of Resurrection on them only to leave them in a forest of ravaging beasts that has lost their minds to be feasted upon and tortured until he sees them having suffered enough. ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ Moral of the story? don't just don't say anyone is cute (yes not even babies) (he won't like k.o them but he will like curse them or sum sht )

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on that note good night people

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH- 22 : A love confession and a sharp toothed friend?

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Summary: Where you remember far more of your memories you didn't want to. You also get finally confessed! Yay! :)

A.n : TW for unconsented touch, trauma, hints at pedophelia. Again, remember to take a breather if you need to. (1)

" Settle down now (Y/n). Today's a big day okay?"

Your mom was fixing your dress for you. Why did she look so huge all of a sudden, also younger...you looked down at yourself and brought out your hands in front of you. You no longer had your adult body, but a body of a child. What happened...?

You mom fixed some of your loose hair strands and patted your cheeks. "Alright, you're all ready to go." Go where? You didn't know. But your body automatically started to move. You could feel you were really excited in your mind.

Running out of your room and down the stairs, you ran into your best friend, Melody. She was also a child like you. She was dressed in beautiful pink frilly dress. You both let out an excited squeal seeing each other and jumped.

The scene changed to a party. There were a lot of people walking around, holding a glass in their hand. You small form was taking everything in, laughing and running around. Beside you were Melody and a few other children you couldn't remember. A boy took your hand while pointing at something and laughing. It was fun. You could sense you and that boy were close. But no matter how much you thought, you couldn't remember his name.

The scene yet again changed. This time you found yourself beside sitting beside a man. This man was your father. He was dressed in a classy suit while talking with others. You sat beside him dutifully with a smile on your face. That was your job. Just as it was your job to greet every guest with a polite smile with a courtesy. Everyone was talking about how cute and obedient you were. It was hard to find someone like you. You know every line of that made your dad prouder.

Suddenly you found yourself in front of a large man. His body was huge. You recognized him as your uncle. However, there were scribbles on his face. Like your brain didn't want to remember him at any cost. Warning bells rang in your mind. You told yourself to run, get away from that man. But you couldn't control your body. This dream wasn't yours to control was it? You can only watch.

You watched in horror as your dad placed yourself in that pig's arms. You could somehow see how your small face almost srunched up from the excessive perfume he was wearing but your forced yourself to smile. You forced yourself to smile as he squeezed your small form against him while talking with your father who never seemed to notice your distress. You smiled as his hands were holding you in places where you were sure he wasn't supposed to.

You were screaming, crying inside your body. You felt dirty. You felt like bugs were crawling all over your body where he touched. However, the small you didn't flinch or understood anything. She played the role of the perfect daughter. You were weeping, holding yourself close as you tried to bang the cage that was holding you captive in this body. You would do anything to get out of this situation. Anything.

You woke up in cold sweat, barely suppressing a scream. You became largely aware of all the bodies that were far too close to you. A tear suddenly fell from your face. You reached out your hand and touched your cheek to already find it wet. How long had you been crying?

You slowly tried to get up. However it still stirred up Charlie and Niffty who were the most close to you. They watched you get up as they poofed back to human and rubbed their eyes. "(Y/n)...? What's wrong?" Charlie asked slowly.

" It's... it's nothing.. really...just a nightmare." You tried to sound brave, however the cracks in your voice proved otherwise. "Why are you crying? Don't cry. I don't like it. " Niffty suddenly grabbed you cheeks as she tried to wipe your tears. But you flinched away from her touch making them both surprised.

"I-i'm sorry. I just need a moment to catch up. I'll be right back." You whispered quickly while standing up. "Don't worry, I'll just be in the balcony. You guys can go ahead and sleep okay?" You didn't wait their response as you quickly fled. You didn't know why you suddenly remembered that from the back of your head. You tried so hard to forget it, suppress it all this time. You almost did too. Actually you know why you remembered. It's because of that episode yesterday.

You opened up the front door to your balcony and slowly closed it behind you. You weren't sure what time it was. But everything was quiet save for a few crickets. Cold wind was blowing. The night view looked almost ethical. You remembered exactly why you bought this place. You took a deep breath in the fresh air as you leaned on the railing and fresh tears started to flow from your eyes. Cry, cry now then in front of others. Besides you were strong now and you knew better than the small you. No man could ever touch you like that again. That was your only source of relief.

Inside Charlie and Niffty were both confused and worried. They didn't miss the panic in your eyes when Niffty tried to touch you. You had the same look as Angel's. It was clear the nightmare you had clearly shook you to the core. She gently shook Vaggie awake to discuss what to do. She didn't trust enough in herself to handle this alone.

After slight discussion, they both admitted it would best to let the man, who knows what to do in these situations best, handle it. They slowly began to woke up Angel. They felt really bad to do this, however there wasn't any other choice. They didn't even notice when Niffty was gone from the room.

" Angel...Angel wake up.. please.."

" Ugh...what..huh? Charlie..?" Angel grumbled as he woke up and poofed to human. He could see it wasn't morning yet. " What's wrong?" " It's about (Y/n)...she.." Charlie looked down. Angel understood this situation was serious as he quickly leaned down to listen to her better. He also noticed that (Y/n) wasn't in the room anywhere. Something was definitely wrong.

" What happened with 'er?"

Husk was still pretending to be asleep as he kept his ear out to listen in the conversation that was happening. "So you're telling me... She had a bad dream? And ran out to the balcony? Are you sure it's serious?" He said scratching his neck. "Yes, we're sure. She had a look on her face that we hadn't seen before. She looked like...you earlier.." His hands stopped at his neck. What did they you had the same look as him? Did you see something similar to him?

" I'll go talk with her.. you girls go back to sleep." He quickly got up from the bed and headed towards the door. Leaving two worried girls behind.

Your tears had almost stopped by the time he came beside you. You were so in your head that you got startled when he stood beside you. You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see your tear stained face.

"....did they wake you up?"

" Yeah....they did.... toots, what happened..?"

You stiffened a bit. " Ah, it's nothing. It's just..just a nightmare that's all. You can go back to sleep. I'll head back soon." You quickly wiped your face and turned to him, trying your best to procure a smile.

Angel wasn't having any of that. He knew that smile too well. It resembled his. It was an act, he knew. He knew it was meant to fool others. And you would have succeeded, if it wasn't Angel dust you were talking to. The king of all the actors.

He went ahead to hold you hand, but you moved it away with a sniff and again looked away. " J-just go inside okay? Don't worry about me. I'm fineee" With this, it was confirmed.

" (Y/n).. did you have a nightmare cause of the episode yesterday? "

Silence.

" Did any of the events triggered you? Made you remember something? "

Another long silence. Angel sighed and looked ahead at the forest. " You know you aren't alone right? You can talk to me about it...you know I won't judge you no matter what happens, right? You already know what kinda fucked up person I am. " He looked back at you with a small smile. You peeked at him from the corner. Your walls slightly down. You.. could trust him. After all , he trusted all of you with his back ground.

But you didn't know where to start. You've never told anyone this before. Not even your mom or Melody. You hugged you body close. Just thinking about saying those things out of your mouth was enough to make you feel like vomiting. Angel noticed that.

" Wanna talk by the staircase? We don't have to worry about anyone listening there. "

You weakly nodded. Angel guided both of you to sit at the top of the steps of the staircase. " You can..begin whenever you feel ready alright? I'm here for you." You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the shit you were about to say.

You slowly opened you mouth and mumbled something. But it was far too quiet to reach his ears so he scooted closer. Finally you began to tell the contents of your dream. You broke down while telling about that shitty excuse of an uncle of yours as you wept in your hands. Angel slowly patted your back, rubbing soothing circles over it.

" Shh, it's going to be alright. You're very brave for telling me this okay?" Angel softly whispered in your ears. You felt like a rock was lifted of your chest. However you also felt afraid of how he'd think of you after that.

" Can I hug you?" He asked softly. You looked up at him with tear ridden eyes. He wanted to...hug you..after the shit he saw tonight. Would you...be okay with it? However seeing the honest small smile on his face made all you worries disappear like air as you nodded. He slowly tugged you towards him till you were sat in middle of him. It was a bit awkward for the both of you, but finally you settled down. The side of your face buried in his chest fluff as you let out few small hiccups.

His chest fluff felt like a warm pillow. You could feel yourself drowning in it. " I..I didn't know letting walls down could feel so great..I was so so afraid...of being judged.." Angel held your face closer to him, almost enclosing you in with his arms in a protective manner.

" But letting walls down..can sometimes

Set you straight..~"

Angel's soft singing voice cut throughout the night. You blinked in confusion. Was he singing the song you guys saw today. You closed your eyes and sang the next part together.

" We're all living in the

            Same shit sandwich ~ "

Lulled by his soft singing voice and the sound of his heartbeat, you found peace once again as you closed you eyes. Angel, who had his head rested on top of yours, closed his eyes as well. Two broken and bruised heart found solace in one another and the night moved on.

" ...looks like we didn't need to do anything" Vaggie whispered. The whole crew was right around the corner. All of them except Alastor had turned into their animal forms to not form a large crowd and make space for others. Alastor deer form would take up more space as a human. As such he was the only one who didn't change.

While Charlie was waking up Vaggie, Niffty quickly scampered onto the other room to inform Alastor. However she wasn't as quiet as she thought she was. The talking made the other animals wake up as well. They all gathered up together later as they decided to listen in for now. Looks like it was the right course of action.

Alastor took a lighter and lit up a cigarette he borrowed from the effeminate fellow before. This seemed like a good time. Each by each, everyone's backstory is being revealed to the crew. Their deepest darkest things they never wanted anyone to know. He wondered if his turn was coming soon. If so, what would they show?

Charlie brought a blanket from the inside and slowly draped it over you two. She then turned into a sheep and nuzzled close to the pair. Vaggie flew and sat on your head. Niffty very slowly climbed on top of your lap. The other animals soon also joined as they surrounded you and Angel.

The next morning was pleasant surprise for you. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as sunlight fell on them. "Wha-what? " At first you didn't realise when you came out of the cabin but the memories soon came rushing in. But before it could spiral any father you were brought back to reality by a gentle squeeze from Angel who gave you a big toothy grin as others also began to wake up slowly.

After eating breakfast and waving Charlie and Vaggie as they went to their workplaces. You realised you didn't have much to do. After helping around the house, which there weren't much space in the first place. You were left with nothing. But suddenly you had an idea.

You hadn't worked out in quite a while. Years actually. You had been too lazy. Your body was less fit then before. Otherwise that day that shitty guy named Ajax or whatever wouldn't be able to move you so easily.

With newfound determination, you started jogging outside around the lake. You asked Niffty to join you because of the butterfly incident before and she was more then happy. After a bit of running, you began to stretch a bit.

Angel and the rest of the crew were watching you two exercise. Pentious wanted to join you seeing you all laughing but felt too shy. You took a break in the middle as you sat down beside the lake to cool off and others joined you. Cherri threw you guys a bottle of water. " Thank Cherr, appreciate it." You whispered before drinking it.

All this exercise made you really sweaty. Especially since you did it after a long time. You picked up the corner of your top to remove the sweat of your face. However this action caused your abdomen to be visible to others. You knew it but didn't really think much about it .

They however, very much did. Angel almost had nose bleed seeing the toned body of yours. You didn't have any six pack abs or something like that but it was clear you once had. Sweat stuck to you like water droplets as it dropped downwards from your body. Down and down till it met with the hem of your pants. Every curve of your body, every inch of your belly was perfect to them. The mere image of it caused all the members except Niffty to blush.

" Fuck, I want to be that shirt..." Cherri whispered. All the heads whipped around at her.

" Hm, did you say something?" You looked up at Cherri since you didn't quite catch what she said. Only to find everyone staring at you. "What? Is something wrong?" You looked at all their faces.

Alastor coughed. " N-no, it's fine dear. Do you need some towels?"  He walked up to you, his hands behind his back leaning down towards you.

You couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the way they were acting but decided to ignore it. "Yeah a towel would be appreciated."

Immediately multiple people started to head back towards the cabin. Leaving only you, Niffty and Alastor outside. Niffty was laying down on the grass, comparing clouds.

" Hehe, that one's looks like a needle! If only I had such a big needle to stab the cockroaches with.."

Alastor sat down next to you. You were throwing stones in the pond, seeing how far you can make them skip. " Can you swim? " He suddenly asked making you raise your eye brows. " Yeah I can. Why?" You said while throwing a another stone as you watched it skip away. " Nothing, just curious, that's all " He hummed.

Suddenly you remembered something as you turned at him with a grin.

" Remember the time I patted your ears and apparently you wagged your tail-"

Loud splashing noise.

That motherfucker pushed you into the goddamn lake! You fell face first as you quickly moved your arms and legs to float up to see Alastor standing in front of you with a shit eating grin on his face. Niffty quickly joined his side hearing the splashing noise.

" My my, I believe we might need more towel. Niffty be a dear and let Angel know."

You pouted at him, half wanting to drag him inside. However you don't know how much mad that would make him. You didn't want to wake up one day with a knife to your throat.

When you were thrown into the lake, a very small cut of you reopened unbeknownst to you. Small amount of blood seeped onto the water, making the already hungry and alerted being go crazy. It was waiting, patiently waiting for a prey to catch and now you were here, in the water. It made a beeline towards you, jaws with sharp glistening teeth opened wide.

Alastor's ears twitched in middle of laughing as his keen eyes caught what seemed to be movement in the water. His survival instincts were on a roll.

" (Y/n). ( Y/n) Give me your hand. You need to get out."

" What what's going on-"

" RIGHT NOW! "

As soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you to him in such a quick pace that you faceplanted onto his chest, knocking both of you to the ground. The sharks jaw missed your leg by an inch.

Alastor saw it jump up from the water.  Their eyes locked together. The blue eyes between his red, piercing into Alastor's brown ones. The sharks open jaw closed upon finding it's prey has gotten away. The girl that was supposed to be his lunch tucked away in the arms of who resembled far too much like his Number one enemy, Alastor.

Vox splashed back into the water. But how was this even possible ? Alastor had been missing for seven years now. Was he here in this...human world all these time? As a human??

Water from your body was soaking Alastor's shirt thoroughly but he payed it no mind. His attention was at the blue steel fin that was on circling on top of the lake. You also followed his gaze as your heart almost stopped seeing the fin. You realised just how close to death you were.

You stood up while looking at it as the shark also peeked it's head up. It had sharp red teeth ready to bite. Since when did your tiny lake had a robotic shark swimming in it and why weren't you informed of it? Unless..

Alastor stood up beside you. His grin had returned despite the drenched appearance he found himself in. He had both of his hands behind his back as he leaned forward.

" It's good to see you again old pal. "

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.

.

.

Turns out, this robotic shark who almost killed you was Vox. Vox the TV overlord, Alastor's rival. Alastor and Vox had a long talk with each other. You couldn't hear what Vox was saying but you did hear Alastor's and they were quarreling. Angel and the others soon joined you guys as they become engaged in the conversation as well.

" You tried to destroy Charlie's hotel!  " You yelled at Vox.

' What the fuck are you talking about woman?! I don't even know you! '

After many jib jabs and more arguing later, Vox was able to learn two things. First, he was from a cartoon. He was from a damn cartoon! He wouldn't have believed it if Val's famous porn star hadn't came and shown him a video of him and Alastor. Second, everyone already knew how to turn back to human form but when he asked, no one said anything.

There was another familiar face in the crowd. Honestly he wouldn't have recognised him if he immediately didn't show an interest towards him. Vox asked for some food, swallowing his pride. But Alastor banned others from giving it.

" Only and if only he agrees to be locked down, then he will be fed. Like any proper pet. "

' Why the fuck would I let you do that? '

" To ensure you can't harm us of course. If it was up to me, I would have let you starve. But miss princess bleeding heart and our most gracious host wouldn't want that "

' There's no fucking way! '

" Your choice. Come now darling, let's not waste any more time with him. You'll catch a cold. " Alastor put a hand behind your back as he guided you back to the cabin. You took a peek behind to see Vox looking at you all in disbelief and hurt.

You took a shower and by the time you came out, it was already night. Charlie and Vaggie had joined the others as they also learnt what happened. " Really? Vox is here? That piece of shit! I'll go give him a piece of my mind-"

Alastor stopped her before she could storm out. " Now now my dear Vaggie. You don't need to worry. I'm sure he is suffering enough by himself." Alastor said laughing while stirring the pot. He insisted on making dinner tonight and made sure the windows of the kitchen were as open as they could be so the smell reaches Vox and makes him more desperate. He was a sadist alright.

Charlie sat down next to you as she and Vaggie talked to you about their day. Apparently Charlie's place was hiring another guy since their success. Adrian told her she could bring Vaggie if she wanted. But Vaggie was already enlisted in a another job. Though Adrian also added this time, he needed an extra hand in the kitchen. So you needed someone who could also cook well.

There was also a another thing you had been waiting to react to. A song that came some time after the release of the first few episodes. ' Thank you and goodnight ' from the old cast. Honestly you'll miss them a lot. And now was the perfect time to react to it. You all collected your bowl of gumbo Alastor cooked and sat down to react. It started with Alastor.

' Well, it's been a wild ride and we've enjoyed every insane minute of it! We don't know what the future holds. But we're grateful for every moment we got to spend with you! '

You were very grateful as well. They gave you so many good memories and laughs.

' But all good things must come to an end

And I guess this is our time

So so long,farewell and we'll

See you in the other side!

But it's not goodbye forever

Cause we're all down here together

And we hope we get to see you

when you die.. '

The lyrics were really touching your heart. And thankfully from a some twist of fate, you got see them before you died.

' We may be monsters creeps and killers

But we'll miss you just the same ! '

You'll miss them too. But that won't be easy considering they are with you right now. Charlie was really enjoying this song as well, you could tell. Almost everyone was singing this part now.

' If anyone out there can hear me

I have one last thing to say

Despite the unideal location

We hope you enjoyed your stay '

You did, you really did. You were eating and sniffing at the same time.

' We had so much fun so thank you

And goodnight! '

You sniffed looking at the crew as the song ended. " You guys have to sing this in real life. Please?" You gave them your best puppy eyes. Charlie was super on board. Alastor, Angel and Husk wasn't sure what to feel completely. But it was a sweet song targeted towards their audience, that much they all admitted. It was nice.

" How was the gumbo my dear?" Alastor asked as he was taking back the plates to wash.

" It was absolutely delicious! Can you cook more dishes as well?"

" I'm glad you think so. And of course I can. My mother showed me many recipes so may not overburden my partner in future. " He said proudly.

" That's amazing! And I've decided you're going to work as a cook with Charlie!"

"..... What??"

Alastor was almost about to drop the plates in the sink from shock. Him? As a cook? That's outrageous! " My dear I truly have to ask for you to reconsider your decision. Perhaps I can work as a radio broadcaster here as well. I'm sure people will be charmed to hear my voice!"

" I'm sure they would, but I don't think they have any vacant spots left. Besides there might be too much of paparworks for that..so Cafe it is! Besides your cooking is far too good!"

You walked away without giving him any more chance to argue as he grumbled. ' Damned woman...'

Another reason for choosing Alastor was so he can't target you during the day. So keeping him busy with work should be a well enough solution. And you knew he couldn't reject since he was still a 'gentleman' and he had to pay you back some way. You knew guys like him doesn't like to owe anyone anything. So it was two birds in one stone for you.

You were forced by the others to sleep in your bed tonight alone. Angel slept at one corner of the bed. And Husk at the other. Around two or three am, you stood up from the bed and looked around to make sure everyone was asleep. When they were, you tiptoed into the kitchen and brought out a big fish and slowly went outside.

Vox was going crazy with hunger. He felt weak and small. Earlier arguments drained a lot of his energy away from him. He cursed Alastor from his soul. If it wasn't for his intervention, he might have been able to get some food. That bastard also purposely made sure he could smell the food being cooked inside. And god it smelt so good. He wanted to choke the life out of him.

Was this how he was going to die now? As a damn robotic shark in middle of nowhere? Why? Why him? He could feel his stomach grumbling, demanding food. Hell, he was even ready to beg for it now. Who knew hunger felt so cruel..so torturing..

Blood..? Did he just smell blood? And..there are small waves up above. There was someone there! He quickly began to swim upwards. A lost hope kindling inside fast.

You went around the lake after you got out of the cabin. Your hand clutching the fish hardly as you crouched down. You tried think about how to call him up. You couldn't call out his name. It might wake up others at the cabin.

So you tore of some bits of the fish and splashed it around the lake. Sharks could detect movement and smell blood right? Turns out they indeed could. As not even after minutes of doing that Vox came upwards with his jaw wide open.

You were prepared this time as you quickly backed away as you watched him try to get those small pieces. Soon he brought up his head and locked eyes with you.

' You...what are you doing here? Did you finally come here to feed me? Please god, I'll do anything!'

You of course couldn't understand what he might have been saying. But you guessed he was desperate seeing how he was circling around and peeking at you and the fish with big eyes. You crouched down again and whispered.

" Listen, I brought you some food so you don't die. But you can't tell the others. Only if you agree to come back with us in the cabin civilized tomorrow, then I'll give it to you. Do you agree to these terms? "

He nodded agressievly. He wasn't even paying much attention to the things you were saying. His eyes glued to the fish. "Alright you promised it. If you break it Alastor would actually starve you to death."

You threw the fish at him and he jumped from the lake to catch it between his jaws as you watched agape. Again feeling reassured that you didn't become his food yesterday. As soon as Vox ate the whole fish it felt like someone poured cold water on his burning hunger. He was finally relieved as he looked up at his saviour. Moonlight was shining on your face. You were smiling at him, at him. You were giving him such a tender smile.

He felt something twist within him. He wanted to see that face closer. The one who fed him, saved him. It was like he was looking at the face of an Angel.

Golden lights surrounded him as you watched awe struck. You were stuck to your place as the light slowly subsided as and Vox pushed himself up using his arms till your faces were inches apart.

You gaped looking at his form. Water was cascading down from his black hair and his lower half was still under the water as he looked at you. His blue eyes were shining like jewels. You could see he still had sharp teeth and he had a hat on him as well. Somehow he also had two antenna's on him as he looked at you like you were the greatest thing alive. The next three words that came from his mouth left you in shock.

" I love you. "

" HUH???"

A.n :  Let me say this first, what [reader] went through is actually a very common thing around us sadly. I was a victim of similar act so I know just how shitty it can make someone feel. But please, if something like that happens, do not keep it between yourself and share it so the preparator can be brought under justice. And just know I'm here for you. ❤️

We finally got an official confession! Hooray! It was at the heat of the moment but hey, a confession is a confession! Let's see how it affects the others. :)

Also thank you for all the kind messages in the last chapter sniff. Y'all are too sweet.

A bad news though, my year final exam starts from the next month till August. So I'll have to go on a small hiatus. Pray that it goes well otherwise I'll probably be disowned by my Asian parents (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and the future of this fic will be uncertain.

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helloo...

i know i'm late, but i just binge watching Triage last night. i kinda love it that the mystery about the story revealed gradually. and the leads had nice chemistry, despite the low heat. and i enjoyed bingeing on it and pulling an all nighter.

so, i'd like to ask you, do you have any recommendations on bl series like Triage that are completed or ongoing, that the show would be enjoyable on binge watching?

it's super fine if you don't answer this.

thank youu and have a nice day.

10 BL Series to Binge Watch with Complex story elements

Okay, I'm not really a binger so these are my best guesses at keeping the tension alive. Also it seems like you want something on the meaty end in terms of length so only Thai and Taiwanese stuff qualified.

Case study: Triage (so obviously that would be on this list)

1 Until We Meet Again

YouTube

Without question, a work of narrative genius with a powerful and cohesive romantic backbone and stellar performances. It is (to date) the only Thai BL (of c.250 watched) that I’ve rated a 10/10 predominantly on the basis of story structure. That said it is also very well cast (and it’s a BIG cast), with solid production values, and enduring pair branding as well as being the best Thai BL from a storytelling perspective. I think the story is good enough to carry the tensions. I also binges this on my first watch (it was already out when I discovered it) so I can attest to it being bingable. More discussion on why I love it so much here.

2 He's Coming to Me

YouTube

Boy and ghost boy fall in love, must solve ghost’s murder. Peak pining but also pretty tame, features my favorite sweet but important coming out sequence. The third in my precious triumvirate of unbeatable Thai BLs, that are only nominally BL because the story, acting, and production values are so good. (Together with UWMA & 1k*).

3 Not Me

YouTube

GMMTV gave us a dark disestablishment narrative (in a time of civil unrest) with established queer award-winning director Anucha and starring the biggest guns of BL, OffGun and THIS WAS AN AMAZING THING to get to experience at the time - nerve racking but remarkable. But was it ACTUALLY BL? It certainly has a lot of BL elements, but in the end romance was not what this show was about, or even what it was genuinely trying to be as a performance piece. Still a remarkable moment in Thai cinema, certainly worth your time. Don’t worry, it all ends happily. Full review.

4 I Feel You Linger in the Air

grey (YouTube for some)

I truly loved this time travel romance BUT for the ending it would have gotten a 10/10 from me. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. If HEA's are NOT important to you, you'll be fine, but I struggled. More here.

5 Kiseki: Dear to Me

Gaga & Viki Y

The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan. (Triggers for knife play, child abuse, lingering trauma.)

6 Make a Wish

grey (Trailer)

(from Sammon - Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel to try and cure himself - naturally they fall in love. Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares bc Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af and has a fag hag bestie and everything. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are often too overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

7 HIStory 3: Trapped

Viki

Basically the definition of enemies to lovers from Lin Pei Yu. This is a cop + the mafia man he is chasing but WAIT, they fall in love. Added bonus side couple: assassin and nerd cop ALSO falling in love. It’s great. All the leads are stellar. Its high heat, fun action, and a bit of a mystery drama but pretty about all of it. My only warning is that the main couple doesn’t entirely end up together, it’s implied, but… amorphous ending.

8 Never Let Me Go

YouTube

Bodyguard romance where poor boy must watch over rich boy for family obligation reasons. Simple premise well executed with a few bumps that made it feel like it was trying to tackle too much (when it wasn’t). Still, an enjoyable show that benefited from being handed to PondPhuwin who did a stellar job with their roles and chemistry. Of GMMTV handing out new series to established pairs in 2023 this is one of the most successful IMHO. It's typically Thai in that it's a bit bloated and has a confusing plot, but at least it HAD a plot and the central relationship is solid and loyal. The Our Skyy 2 follow up is great too. And very much adds to the cannon in a fun way rather than feeling superfluous - making this show ultimately 14 eps rather than 12.

9 The Eclipse

YouTube

GMMTV does gay Blacklist with a good boy/bad boy pairing. This is a good show but the cast is excellent and the leads are absolutely flawless, which elevates it beyond just "a good show." We got a nuanced and multifaceted burgeoning relationship: philosophical (and socio-political) conflict contrasted to moments of empathy; flirtation contrasted to moments of genuine affection, plus plenty of angst. This narrative is less about love than it is about courage and tenderness. However, near the end the pacing was off and the plot frustrating. Still, this is an enjoyable watch, with a finale that features verbal consent and a fun blooper reel.

10 Ghost Host Ghost House

YouTube

This is light horror combined with family drama built around a well executed BL trough-line that felt honestly queer with fantastic chemistry from the lead pair. (I hope that we see more of them.) Pluem delivers the softest most seductive krap ever, Tod Techit (Kewin) is one of the prettiest humans on the planet, and watching these boys flirt over noodles is an unalloyed pleasure. Use of I/you pronouns is super interesting and cute as well. For me, personally, the surrounding cast, premise, and story didn’t resonate but if you like a touch of gothic in your BL this might appeal.

BONUS!

3 Will Be Free

YouTube

Queer AF crime thriller about three 20 somethings on the run after accidentally killing an assassin: a grifter, a nerdy mafia kid, and a stripper. They're chased by more assassins out for revenge.

It’s actually a remarkable piece of storytelling, using a pressure cooker of tension and suspense to bring about investigations into what love, romance, friendship, and identity actually mean. This show probably doesn’t qualify as BL but it does qualify as very very queer.

What it does well is examine many different aspects of queer identity, morality, and life choices based on repression and or acceptance of that identity using the framework of a crime triller.

It’s an adventure narrative, our three main characters are on the run together, being chased by assassins who are themselves dealing with the grief that results from love, all kinds of love. Meanwhile the 3 protagonists fall in love with each other and explore the boundaries and meaning of friendship/love.

Manner of Death

WeTV

Gay romantic suspense series with added cactus baby. Doctor & Mafia boy can't keep hands off each other, so also end up with chili plant baby.

Am I making sense? No? Well neither does it, but ho boy is it fun to watch MaxTul do... whatever it is they're doing.

I like MoD a lot but I’m conflicted over it being actual BL. It’s a great gay romantic suspense, although the mystery element is its primary weakness.

MaxTul, the Kings of Chemistry, are, of course, perfect and perfectly cast (and chemically unfair), but their romance thread is more a distraction than an addition. Still, I could watch them make-out the phonebook. Watch along here.

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Bodyguard - Part Three

Alpha is moving on to another assignment. That's bearable only because you are, too. And you have an idea how to spend your last week together...

Alpha-17 x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 4,200

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and peril, language, mentions of secret workplace relationships, mentions of future dangers, inappropriate workplace activities, unprotected sex.

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“I expect you to get your work done,” Senator Julgum’s hologram reminded. Fortunately, it was a pre-recorded video, or he would have definitely objected to the rude noise you made in response to that. “Though I will not be there to supervise, I assure you that I will be checking in on your progress throughout the week.” 

You made a face as you let the rest of the recording play, internally deriding everything the senator had to say. Just the fact that he had seen fit to record a holomessage for you showed that he had clearly misunderstood his own role in the office. 

When the recorded message finally flickered twice and went dark, Alpha huffed a sigh beside you. If your expressions and reactions had been unprofessional, Alpha’s had been actively disrespectful, if not fully hostile. 

“Supervision,” Alpha finally growled. “What kind of supervision do you reckon he thinks he’s doing?” 

“I have no idea,” you said, shaking your head. “Hard to supervise when you spend most of your time fundraising or trying to ingratiate yourself with other senators.” 

“Doesn’t work.” Alpha wore a smug smile. “I’ve heard the chatter. No one can stand Julgum.” 

“Shock,” you said lightly, shuffling some flimsi around on your desk in an effort to neaten things up. “Ah, well. How many more days?” 

“Too many. Four. And you?” 

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Six. At least Julgum isn’t here.” 

“Be careful,” Alpha warned sternly. You frowned, waiting for his warning. Only a twinkle in his eyes gave his teasing away. “Julgum will be checking in throughout the week.” 

You pretended to gasp. “In that case, you’d better leave. I have work to do.” 

“Yeah, it’s busy around here,” Alpha scoffed, gesturing at the empty office around you. “So many people begging to work with the senator on his next well-thought-out proposal for a bill.” 

With a laugh, you said, “Oh, I see what happened. You’re thinking of your next job. When you work with Senator Amidala, you’ll be spending most of your time screening visitors and trying to keep her from getting into blaster fights with bounty hunters and war criminals.”

“I’ve heard. The jetii may not get the most reliable intel, but they try to prepare us when they can.” 

“Just promise me you’ll stay safe,” you requested. 

Alpha gave you an unimpressed look. “The day I get taken out by some Seppie aiming for Amidala is the day I deserve to go.” 

“That’s not a promise.” 

“It’s not.” Alpha gave you a calculating glance. “But if you’re so concerned, let me pull some strings. I can get you a position as one of Amidala’s aides. That way, you can keep an eye on me.” 

It was an old argument. You weren’t going to let him win it, but you had to appreciate his persistence. “Again, Senator Amidala only hires aides from Naboo. Even then, she gives priority to anyone who used to work as one of her decoys. I wouldn’t get an aide position with her, and that’s fine. Anywhere is better than here.” 

“I still don’t like the idea of you working for that maniac,” Alpha grumbled. 

You laughed openly. “Senator Organa is not a maniac. He’s outspoken, but he gets in fewer blaster battles than Amidala. Plus, they work together a lot. We’ll still spend a lot of time around each other.” 

Alpha frowned. “Are they fucking?” 

“Classy,” you remarked, already shaking your head in answer. “Senator Organa is famously devoted to his beautiful wife, and all of us aides think Senator Amidala has a secret boyfriend she sneaks around with.”

“Secret boyfriend?” Alpha repeated, a glimmer of interest in his expression. He claimed to be above petty things like gossip, but the captain loved ferreting out whether there was truth in a rumor. He didn’t necessarily tell anyone what he found, but he needed to know. “Maybe I’d better keep an eye out. He could be a security risk.” 

“Or you could leave it alone.” He didn’t seem convinced, and you shrugged. “Just saying, maybe we aren’t the ones who should be looking too deeply into secret relationships.” 

“Secret?” Alpha gave you an incredulous look. “Mesh’la, the only people who don’t know we’re dating are the ones who don’t pay any attention.” 

Arguing with Alpha was often less effective than trying to elbow through a durasteel wall, but you stood your ground. “Still, Julgum would have done his best to fire us both if he had known we were together. Maybe Senator Amidala is dating someone who would be considered inappropriate for some reason. Better to let them have their privacy.” 

“We’ll see,” was Alpha’s only answer. It was as good as him saying that he didn’t want to keep discussing it, and you weren’t willing to get into an argument over a senator’s love life, so you let it go. “And Julgum might have tried to get rid of us, but I was appointed by the Jedi.” 

“Nice for you,” you remarked, craning your neck to look at him. While you had occupied yourself by cleaning out your desk, Alpha had opted to pace around the small receiving area. “But I would have been out of a job.” 

“Maybe, maybe not.” Alpha’s smile was sharp, more a baring of teeth than an actual smile. “I can be very persuasive.” 

“Like that time you persuaded that delivery droid through the window?” 

“I didn’t like the way it kept buzzing around here,” Alpha said defensively. “And what did it turn out to be in the end?” 

“A Separatist spy droid,” you admitted readily. 

There was no point in denying it; that incident was legendary among the Senate aides. Not only had Alpha kept Senatorial secrets from being captured by the Separatists, he had used himself as a shield when the spy droid had tried to come after you. Half the aide pool had fantasized about Alpha for a month afterward. It had been hell. 

From the subtle grimace on Alpha’s face, he hadn’t forgotten the constant admiration either. Neither one of you had enjoyed that level of attention, but it had driven the two of you to be more openly affectionate. The teasing you had gotten from your coworkers and all of Alpha’s brothers had been worth it to stop watching everyone hit on your boyfriend. 

“Speaking of Julgum,” Alpha said, interrupting your tangled thoughts, “When is he supposed to be back?” 

“Three weeks from yesterday,” you answered automatically. 

Alpha snorted. “Not too concerned about being here for our last week on staff, is he?” 

“No.” You sighed. “At least we don’t have to deal with him. And my replacement will have some time to get used to the job before he gets back.” 

“Did they find someone for the position?” Alpha asked. 

“Absolutely not.” Idly, you picked up an outdated flimsi memo and tossed it into the wastebin. “Last I heard, they weren’t going to force any Senatorial aides into working with him. I guess word of the crash on Bogden got around.” 

“Of course it did,” Alpha confirmed. “I made sure it would.” 

“Alpha!” you chided, already laughing. “I told you not to do that!” 

He looked utterly unrepentant. “You did. I don’t know what you expected. He left us behind at a crash site. I know he didn’t come looking for us - I was conscious the whole time. I was designed to be left behind, but you? You’re defenseless. It was cowardly, not looking for you. Julgum and the pilot, but I already told the pilot what I thought of him.” 

“Is that why he quit?” Julgum’s pilot had suddenly given his notice and left before anyone could ask any questions. You had thought it was strange at the time, but you hadn’t followed up. 

“Probably.” 

“It’s a wonder Senator Organa agreed to take me on,” you muttered, gathering a pile of flimsi to be discarded. 

“He’d be stupid not to,” Alpha told you. The path he had been pacing through the room led him up to you. “Everyone knows what Julgum put you through. You’re the best aide the Senate has. Organa’s not the only one who knows it, either. You were getting out of here one way or another.” 

You stared at him. “And you didn’t think to tell me this before?” 

“I didn’t want that little ego to get out of control,” Alpha told you, tapping a spot at the dead center of your forehead. “‘Sides, isn’t it better that you waited for a position you actually want instead of one that’s just less bad?” 

“I guess,” you admitted begrudgingly as Alpha’s heavy hand settled on your shoulder. “Still would have been nice to know. It might have made it easier to put up with Julgum for the last few weeks.” 

The senator had been awful, even worse than his ever-horrible self. You and Alpha had planned to give him the news of your new assignments as late as possible and you still regretted giving that much notice.

“He’s been a real shabiir, hasn’t he,” Alpha mused idly. His fingers traced gentle circles over your collarbone, dragging the delicate material of your blouse along with the motion. “I might have to think up something special for him on our way out.” 

“I have something in mind.” Keeping a neutral face was difficult and you couldn’t be sure that Alpha didn’t see straight through your efforts, but you did your best. “But I would need your help.” 

You watched the struggle on Alpha’s face as he tried to figure out your game. Eventually, he took the bait. “Yeah? What were you thinking?” 

“I think…” You lost the battle, letting your lips slowly curl into a dirty smile. “I think we should spend a little quality time on Julgum’s desk.” 

Alpha’s blank face was much more difficult to read than yours, but you waited him out. “Did I ever tell you you’re clever for a civilian?” 

You beamed. “Not recently.” 

“You’re so smart, I can hardly stand it, mesh’la,” Alpha said. It didn’t sound like an exaggeration, and his eyes glittered with a new appreciation. “I think that would be the perfect way to get Julgum back.” 

“I agree,” you said, hastily shoving flimsi and datapads out of the way so you wouldn’t leave your desk a total mess. “Should we-? Oh. Wait. Julgum has cameras in his office. If he finds out about it, he’s the type to follow up and get us in trouble even after we leave. 

“Don’t worry,” Alpha told you. That wasn’t reassuring, especially when he patted a pocket. “I have a little friend with me.” 

You frowned, racking your brain for what he could possibly be referring to, but coming up blank. “I’m… sorry?” 

Alpha held up a small white puck, held between two fingers. “A video/audio disruptor. Temporarily shorts out all recording devices within a twenty-yard radius.” 

“That is helpful,” you agreed, reaching for it. 

As you plucked it from his fingers, Alpha frowned. “What did you think I was talking about?” 

The tone of his voice told you clearly that he thought you had assumed he was referring to his cock. No one blessed with multiple brain cells could see Alpha nude and claim that any part of him was ‘little’, so you had to stifle a grin. “I assumed you meant a condom.” 

“I have one of those, too,” Alpha told you, fishing in another pocket until he was holding a condom. “Preparedness is key.” 

“Of course,” you agreed, openly laughing then. “I’ll need a second to unlock Julgum’s door, but then we should be good to go.” 

“Bet I could slice that osik lock faster than you could use the code,” Alpha muttered. 

Twenty minutes ago, you would have taken him up on that bet as a way to alleviate the horrible boredom you were suffering. However, you had a much more enticing offer and you ignored him in favor of unlocking the door yourself. 

Julgum’s office was as plain and bland as it ever was. When you first started with him, you had expected it to be filled with the trinkets and displays of a vain man obsessed with his own power, but you had been wrong. Julgum didn’t spend enough time in his office to worry about frivolous things like decor. 

Alpha followed you into the office, closing the door behind you. He tapped at his vambrace for a moment, then pulled his helmet on. 

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously. 

“Checking the recording devices in the room,” Alpha told you, still wearing his helmet. The narrow slit of his visor was intimidating, even when you couldn’t be less intimidated by the man behind it. “None are active. We’re good to go.” 

“Perfect, now take it off.” 

“What’s wrong, mesh’la?” Alpha teased. “Don’t want to look at my pretty bucket up close?” 

“It’s a nice helmet,” you admitted. “But we both know I like how you kiss.” 

The helmet was removed in an instant, tossed almost carelessly onto the floor. Alpha ignored the way you chided him in favor of stripping off the plates of armor attached to his body glove. When he was finally standing in front of you in the form-fitting black suit, you only had a moment to admire him before he was kissing you.

You hadn’t been lying about the way Alpha kissed. His lips were gentle but insistent, drawing you further and further into him until kissing him felt more important than breathing. You ended up plastered against Alpha, his muscular arms wrapping around your back in a cradling type of support that left you drowning in his heat. 

Your hands weren’t nearly as steady or still - you were exploring every bit of him that you hadn’t gotten to properly appreciate in his body suit. His muscles swelled and dipped beneath the thin, flexible material, and you could feel his eagerness as he responded to your touch. Your hands traced a trail down to the center of his trim waist, meeting at the place where his spine met the swell of his ass. It didn’t take much to pull him more solidly against you. 

His length prodded against you and you started rocking against him. It turned your kiss from heated to burning. A surprised noise escaped you as Alpha’s arms suddenly tightened against you. He picked you up, depositing you gently onto Julgum’s desk. 

Immediately, the angle of your craning neck was eased, which gave you the ability to concentrate on other things. Like unbuttoning your top. Alpha’s harsh groan told you exactly when he saw your exposed chest, and he reached for you with reverently trembling fingers even as you pushed yourself into the gentle heft of his hand. 

From the moment he stroked your nipple and pulled a moan from you, Alpha’s hands seemed to be everywhere. For all you could figure, only seconds had passed before you were fully naked. Stars bless ARC trooper efficiency. 

“Off,” you commanded, plucking at Alpha’s body suit. 

He smirked. “Demanding little thing.”

Despite that, Alpha immediately began stripping the body suit away, exposing tan skin and toned muscles. Your mouth watered at the sight, and he was still trying to take off the lower half of the glove when you started kissing down his chest. You liked to think that your occasional pauses to suck a mark into his torso spurred him to move faster. 

“Killing me, little one,” he rumbled when he was finally done. 

You gave a curious hum, tilting your head like you didn't have a clue what he could be talking about. “I just didn't want you to feel unappreciated.” 

“By you?” Alpha pressed his forehead to yours. “Never.” 

How could you help but kiss him when he said things like that? You leaned up to him, he leaned down to you, and you met in the middle with greater force than either of you could have accomplished alone. 

You weren’t quite sure who started moving first. More than likely, one of you had and the other one had picked up on it, but it felt as if your bodies started moving at the same time, rocking into each other. Your legs had parted to allow Alpha’s hips between them, and the incredible heat of him was engulfed by the fiery wetness of you. 

He didn’t slip inside you immediately. No, he was far too big for that to happen often. Instead, you were caught there, poised on the edge of penetration but too engrossed in the sensation of his length slipping between and spreading your lips. When he rocked against you, he caught your clit with his head. When you rocked against him, you smoothed more slick down his length. It was a vicious, delicious cycle. 

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the gentle rocking wasn’t nearly enough for you. It took an ugly amount of effort to pull yourself away from Alpha’s kiss, but you managed. “Alpha, please-” 

“I know, mesh’la,” he soothed, withdrawing only far enough to position himself at your entrance. “Let me make it better.” 

You stared at each other as he sank deeper and deeper inside of you, pushing that impossible length into your core until it seemed like he would embed himself in your lungs. You certainly felt like he was there with the way you were gaping. Fortunately, Alpha was overwhelmed enough that his eyes fluttered closed before he could see you looking so fucked-out already. 

Alpha was a big man in every respect, so fucking him was always intense. Your body had slowly gotten used to him over your time together, but there was never any consistency to when you could be alone together. Without a steady schedule, your body’s reaction to taking Alpha varied. The saving grace was that he always worked to make sure you were prepared for him. 

And that he felt so amazing inside of you, but that was practically a given. 

You had hardly been inexperienced before you and Alpha had gotten together. You had even had a few long-term relationships. But Alpha was unique. Most of your lovers had started to take you for granted after you had slept together more than once. Alpha continued to take your intimacy seriously, ensuring that you were never left unsatisfied in any way when you were together. 

It only made sense that you do the same for him, and it spurred your relationship to get stronger over time. That was how you knew that Alpha’s mouth dropping open would be followed by a soft curse in Mando’a. It was how he knew that you would relax around him if he toyed with your breasts. It was how you knew that grabbing his ass would make him buck, pushing himself deeper in you. 

“You ready for me to move?” he asked, voice gravelly. 

“More than,” you reassured, getting in another grope for good measure. 

Alpha’s jaw flexed. It was the only warning you got before he was withdrawing for a quick thrust. He bottomed out in you hard enough to make your teeth rattle together. You stared up at him, shocked and more than a little intrigued. He was usually careful with you - almost too careful - but something was different. Maybe the reminder that this was your last week working together was making him feel more bold. 

Whatever the cause, the speed of Alpha’s hips picked up to a bouncing rhythm. Your hand that wasn’t on his ass had been planted on the desk behind you, but you found that it couldn’t keep you still on the smooth surface. Instead, you wrapped your other hand around Alpha’s bicep, clinging to his bulging muscle as you tried to get some kind of leverage. 

It didn’t work, and Alpha’s thrusts were pushing you further and further back from the edge of the desk. You made a small, frustrated noise and Alpha smiled. “Too far away, mesh’la. Guess I’d better keep you in place.” 

A gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder and pushed you backward even as it controlled how quickly you descended. You jumped a little as your shoulder blades made contact with the cold surface of the desk, but the heat came roaring back as Alpha pulled your hips back down toward him. 

“Stay right there, little one,” Alpha requested. His eyes were roaming over your body, but paused most frequently on your face. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Deal.” 

Alpha’s smile turned into a sharp grin as he nodded and gripped your hips a little tighter. Your legs around his hips kept him from withdrawing very far, but the short, grounded strokes he gave were just as good. If you were being honest, they were a little better because he never fully left you. You still got all the benefits - the shifting levels of fullness, constant touches to your clit, occasional brushes over your g-spot - while getting to be even closer to Alpha. 

The only drawback was that you couldn’t quite reach him, not stretched out as you were on Julgum’s desk. But that was possibly a good thing. With the way your curled fingers were clutching at the desk at the intensity of the pleasure, you probably would have left marks on Alpha. He never seemed to mind them, but you always felt a little guilty. 

Instead, you had to settle for lifting your hips to urge him deeper inside of you. That, along with a squeeze of your inner muscles when Alpha was fully thrust into you, seemed to spur him on. Alpha let out a hoarse groan, his pace picking up even further. 

This whole thing had been your idea, but you hadn't expected to come in Julgum's office. You had imagined it would feel too exposed, too risky. The lack of professionalism was more a thrill than a negative, but you had taken it into account as well. 

To your surprise, you felt the pleasure begin to build, solidifying into something hot and desperate in your lower belly. You arched your back again, meeting Alpha at the top of his stroke. You let out matching groans as the collision of your bodies thudded through you. 

“You close?” Alpha asked. It was hardly a question - he could read the signs of your impending orgasm on your face, just as you could read them on his. 

“Yes,” you breathed. Even as you did, your hand dropped between you to play with your clit. 

Alpha's lips parted, his gaze fixed on the motions of your fingers. His grip on your hips tightened until it was almost painful, but in the crash of sensation, it only added to your pleasure. 

“Al- I'm going- Alpha!” Your warning abruptly turned itself into a desperate cry of his name as your orgasm overtook you, rising that last bit even faster than expected. 

Alpha said something, but the rushing in your ears was too loud for you to hear him. Your body arched, reaching for him as your inner muscles clenched and pulsed and milked over him. 

Alpha relented, leaning forward and supporting himself over you even as he pulled out. From the flex of his ab muscles against you and the pace of his hot breath against your neck, he had come as well. You had an implant, but he preferred not to come inside of you. He didn't trust implants. 

He also liked to say that if you were going to try for a baby, he wanted to mean it. You weren't sure if that was a joke or not, but it made your heart ache with longing. It wasn't the time, clearly, but the idea of a future with Alpha was a powerfully enticing one. 

When he finally relaxed, laying more heavily over you, Alpha released a shuddering breath and moved to rest beside you. He started to trace gentle patterns on the skin over your ribs, keeping you connected as you caught your breath.

“Well, meshla?” Alpha asked at last, gently smoothing a bead of sweat from your forehead. “Was that as good as you imagined?”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Better. I almost wish we had used his chair, though. I haven’t gotten to be on top in a while.” 

Alpha glanced backward over his shoulder, eyeing the chair in question. “Still time.”

You laughed. “Give me a minute and we’ll see. I have to remember how to use my legs first.”

“If it means we can do that again, I'll take over your PT myself.” 

You didn't get the jargon, but the fervent tone in Alpha's voice told you clearly enough what he meant. You rested a hand on his shoulder and let your eyes fall shut for a moment. “We're in no rush, Alpha. There's something important you need to remember: we're on the clock.” 

Alpha's rumbled laughter made you smile even as you slipped toward a well-earned nap.

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Author's Note - This is probably the end of this pairing since I am officially out of ideas for them.

If you read my Alpha-17 series (Gar Cabur/Gar Cyare), good news: I'm picking it back up again! I hope to start posting new chapters relatively soon.

If you don't read my Alpha-17 series, good news: I usually write much better than this. This particular work was my last for Fanfic February 2024 and you can tell I was getting burnt out. If you're interested in seeing other Alpha-17 x fem!reader works from me, those two are a good place to start.

Thanks for reading!

[newpathwrites]

WIP Wednesday! Trying something new! Let’s hope I don’t regret this… 😬

Thank you @handspunyarns for the tag last week.

This is going to be a little different. I’ve been wanting to dip my toes into some original writing. As a teen, I was always outlining and starting novels and series and then never following through due to imposter syndrome. And then life happened, and I let it go until Din and trauma processing inspired me to try my hand at fanfic and attempt to revive my long lost writing skills (that’s a work in progress 😂).

A lot of trauma is coming back to the surface as my divorce becomes more contentious and all these old memories are being drudged back up. I’ll be honest, I had this brief thought that I’d like to write out everything he did and post it on Facebook for the world to see… but that’s not my MO, and furthermore, I can recognize the role of mental illness in his behavior. So instead, I’m going to write my experience for myself and share it here on Tumblr and AO3 as an original work.

Warnings for this snippet: references to verbal and emotional abuse, mentions of death of a family member, alcohol. Please heed warnings if this is a triggering topic for you!

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Christmas was your favorite holiday.

It wasn’t the presents. It wasn’t the lights, music, food, or festivity - though you enjoyed those, too.

No.

-

It was the warmth of a loving family.

-

It was a lively Yankee swap, with as many classy gifts as goofy ones.

It was your conservative aunt arguing politics with your die-hard liberal and self-proclaimed ‘fabulous’ grandmother while they cut and served the turkey, the entire exchange ending as always with an agreement to disagree and a hug.

It was crowding into the living room to watch a movie while the little ones fell asleep in their older cousins’ laps.

It was adult siblings who lived too far from each other staying up into the late night hours reminiscing about a shared past life.

-

The holidays radiated contentment and comfort. You looked forward to it all year round.

-

Until you didn’t.

-

You married a man, had children, pursued your professional education.

And then he changed. Or rather, he revealed his true nature.

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Holidays became a twisted game - one you would never win.

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He didn’t get enough food… Wasn’t paid enough attention… Didn’t garner sufficient adoration from your relatives…

And it was all your fault.

He didn’t get the gift he wanted in the Yankee swap.

How could you let that happen?

How dare that family friend he dislikes be invited? You could and should have prevented that from happening.

Don’t you care about him?

-

Your family got together one last time for Christmas at your grandmothers’ time shared condo - a celebration of her illustrious life, lost to cancer the year before.

You begged him not to go, not to tarnish your grandmother’s memory with his self-centered toxicity.

He promised to behave, swore he would never do that to you.

-

The entire weekend was a nightmare.

He sulked.

And in between sulking and drinking, he yelled at you in the unit next door, intoxicated and upset about anything and everything.

Again, it was all your fault. And nothing you could do would ever be enough to fix it.

You were perpetually on the verge of tears.

-

Family members kept asking where he was, why he wasn’t joining for dinner. You had no rational answers.

Only your mother understood implicitly what was going on, and even she didn’t know the whole truth.

-

What was the truth?

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To be continued…

No clue when or if this thing will be finished. Not sure anyone will care to read it or if I’ll even want them to… 🫣

Low pressure tags to post a snippet of a WIP if you’re so inclined: @court-jobi @sytortuga @the-kittylorian-writes @grogusmum

[deadbydangit]

On their wedding day

Trapper, Nurse, Doctor

Trapper

Evan is a traditional guy.

Very traditional.

So this will be a very traditional wedding.

Well, as close as it can get while in the realm.

All killer and survivors are invited.

And all are expected to be on their best behavior.

No killing, no flashlights, no nonsense.

The person most qualified to be a pastor is...No one.

Well, the next best person might be Adam, Adris, or Pinhead.

Ace will volunteer to do it. But Evan won't let him.

He'd ask Jake and Carmina to gather some crows.

This will make a decent substitute for doves.

He'll let Kate and Jeff handle the music.

Sally and Bill are probably the most organized and mature. They'll organize the thing.

Victor could possibly be a ring bearer.

Flower girl? Sadako perhaps?

When all is organized and the day comes, Evan is sweating bullets.

Seeing you walk down the aisle, he just freezes.

You look... Amazing.

He's a loss for words.

He kept with traditional vows, urging you to do the same.

But if you wrote your own he'll be just as happy.

He's going to fumble the ring a bit due to nerves.

The party is as traditional as possible.

Bubba offered to make the food and cake, but you both politely refused.

Nope, no human meat.

He wants a slow dance with you more than anything.

If nothing else happens, that's all he wants.

He's too embarrassed to look you in the eye, but you can tell how happy he is.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

Not even Ghostface and Ace's drunk asses causing a scene.

He'll choose to ignore that.

Today, it's all about the two of you.

Him showing you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you.

Nurse

Sally wants a traditional wedding.

She's a product of her time.

But part of her is hesitant.

It isn't that she doesn't love you

She just never really got over the death of her husband.

He died right in front of her.

The trauma is still standing.

She's gone over the idea of remarrying over and over.

Could she still love her husband from the grave?

Would that be cheating?

What if you died?

Talk to her before the wedding, let her know that you won't be going anywhere.

And that it's natural to still love her husband, even if he's gone.

Finding a dress is going to be near impossible, so she'll have to make one.

And she has been working on it for months.

She doesn't care who is in the wedding party.

She'll accept volunteers as long as they promise to act like adults.

It's a beautiful wedding.

It's obvious she and several others had spent hours decorating the place.

She's been really excited for it, and it shows in her body language.

She wrote her own vows which mentioned how you can always find love in the most unlikely places.

No matter what happens, she'll always be by your side.

People are crying.

She's crying.

She'll even lift her mask for a kiss.

Sally will use her feet to dance, not floating.

It proves a challenge since her legs are weaker, but she's trying really hard.

Oh, and she's absolutely smashing the cake in your face.

Lots of giggling and hugs.

She hadn't been this happy in so long.

And, as long as she has you, he sees no reason to ever be sad.

Doctor

He doesn't really want to have a wedding.

It's not because he doesn't love you!

But he doesn't see the reason to go through all that trouble.

He loves you, you love him.

Can't you just say you're married and not have a wedding?

If you plead enough, he'll cave.

But as soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, he regrets not wanting a wedding.

He's stunned beyond belief.

It's going to take a few minutes before he regains his composure.

Probably going to have to shake him a bit to get him back from.

"Forgive me. You just..."

He still can't finish his sentence.

He'll go with traditional vows, he isn't the best with words.

He might even start crying.

But he'll firmly deny it.

The after party?

Very classy.

Wine, fancy foods, music.

Dancing?

You want him to dance?

Okay, but he's really bad and clumsy.

But as long as you're having fun.

As long as he has you by his side.

He'll be happy.

[nicromancytarot]

REINCARNATION AND TRAUMA

Found this in my drafts from months ago lmao, so here you go!

Hello! I am here to chat more shit because I’m bored and wish to entertain the few who care (I’m also procrastinating making dinner which is a delicious chicken roast which shall take me around two hours to make and it’s already half 8 at night #rip)

MY OPINION ON REINCARNATION

This time last year I told myself that I would never reincarnate again if I had the opportunity to do so, perhaps it appears selfish, and now looking back on it, I think based on what I know now, me refusing to reincarnate is selfish, but only for me. I don’t think choosing not to reincarnate would be selfish as a whole, but knowing what I know now, I would say that me deciding not to reincarnate is somewhat selfish.

The start of this year and the end of last I did a past life meditation, I already knew about two of my past lives, one where I was just heavily oppressed and died, another where I was a religious leader who got condemned for breaking my vow of abstinence, and my most impactful one for this life which I will get into.

I did a past life meditation at the end of last year, my intention was just to find the past life that affects this one the most, and now I feel very much healed from past trauma which is crazy.

DISCLAIMER: Only do a past life meditation if you can actually handle it mentally. I discovered the meditations in 2020, was not ready until late 2023, so take that as you will.

When doing the meditation I saw myself, I was a man, not too sure how old or at what time I was living, but it felt to be maybe the 80’s-90’s, it felt surprisingly recent. I went into the kitchen, and there stood my three children. The oldest boy I called by the name of “Sonny” or “Sunny”, but I don’t know if that was his name, may have rather been a nickname.

Going a tad back in time, I was trying to figure out the name of someone of importance to me back in November last year, and that’s when my guide proceeded to spell out the name “Anna Ray”, I don’t know anyone called Anna Ray, or even anyone called Anna, so I was confused and let it be.

Now back to current time, so I’m in the kitchen and standing by my three children when a woman, beautiful with pale skin, wearing an off the shoulder, long classy, black dress, a shawl hanging over her arms and her hair was a mousy brown. She never said her name, but when she turned around to look at me, I didn’t recognise her, but my soul absolutely did. In my head in that moment, in my manly voice I heard “Anna” and I was like “OHHHHH” it all adds up!

So that’s why I don’t know if my kids name was Sonny, or Sunny, because it could’ve been a play on words Sunny Ray, like sun-ray.

Anywho, so we left the house and then the meditation skipped some time since the meditation person told me to stand and let time go past me, which it did, the living room moved around a few times, things got added, things were taken away.

And then time stopped, I saw myself in third person sat down on the couch in front of the TV, I don’t even know if I was watching it, but then third person another time, I saw a shadow of a woman fall to ground.

Consciously I was so confused about what just happened, I didn’t understand what that was supposed to be showing me, but my heart began to race, my breathing picked up and I was lowkey freaking out. And I had no idea why.

Then it cut again, now I’m at a funeral, standing on the podium and talking. I still looked quite youthful, but my hair was turning grey from what I assume to be stress. Then it was like a download of information and I realised that my wife, Anna was murdered.

The funeral was not very long for what I saw, the two boys, I’m assuming ages 17-18 and 15-16 were sat on one side, meanwhile the young girl around age 9-10 was sat on my side. To me this symbolised the disconnect from me and my two son’s versus the closeness of me and my daughter. I also now looking back on it think it may have meant that the boys were on Anna’s families side, while my daughter was on mine, since there was an older woman who I assume to be my mother sat next to her.

My daughter gave me an encouraging smile as I spoke, I have no recollection of what I said, but she seemed proud of me. The boys however did not, they struggle to face me.

The last part of the meditation ended by me sat on the couch, slowly watching time pass me by, more and more alcohol bottles scattered the room as I just lay there. I became an alcoholic father, and it drove me to my death.

I got to see my wife for one last time as everything went white and my existence was no more. She stood in front of me, in that off the shoulder dress, her hair up in a pretty hairstyle. She had a mole on the back of her right shoulder and I placed a kiss to it, then I had to go.

I woke up and sobbed dude, four hours of consistent crying. And then I also realised that I have a mole on the back of my right shoulder lmao.

The reason I bring up this story is because I grew up with an alcoholic parent in this life, and there was a lot of trauma from that which I couldn’t quite begin to understand or rationalise.

This experience helped me heal from that, I learnt that I subjected my kids to watching their father deteriorate from the alcohol that he consumed. And now in this life I experienced what I did to them.

Now listen, I have 8th house Uranus in Pisces 💀, I’ve been through a bunch of stuff that I struggle to even think about at times, however now that I know about that life, and how it links to what I experienced in my early ears of this lifetime, I can say that I don’t question “why me” anymore, I don’t ask why it had to happen, because I now know that my soul needed to throw us deep into a karmic lesson. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, I’m not saying don’t allow yourself to feel something over situations that happen to you, however what I am saying is that we cannot control what others do to us, and we cannot go back to change what they did, so what can we learn from that unfortunate situation?

[childof-stars]

Hi! Me again. I liked the last Oscar request I made so can I ask for another with Oscar? This time some comfort after a traumatic experience

Who doesn't like a good'Ol taste of ✨️Trauma✨️

Let's go off from the last one with Oscar

You having a career in the Nitro dome (bare with me-)

And as you would compete in these, let's say, derbie tournaments, you would often win alot

So much so, You start to get the Attention of Scarr

After one of the tournaments she comes up to you with a deal

"Hey kid, you have some real talent, how about I cut you a deal?"

"Depends"

"He- I like you already, anyway, how about you join us, you can work with me here at the dome, hell- you can even have you own medallion, Just imagine a life of fame and destruction"

You stare at her for a few seconds, "I- I'll have to think about it- Talk about with Pa"

She gives you a glare, a cold sadistic glare,

"Follow me first, I want show you something"

___________________________________________

It's been a too long, you should have been home by now, Oscar waiting for you at the entrance of classy courts

He had been waiting outside for a long time, so much so he had fallen asleep waiting for you

That's when he heard it, a car, but not your car, he looked out the window, and saw a different vehicle pull up, tossing a body out the side of it, your body

Oscar hurriedly ran out to your aid, finding your lying on your side in pain, with deep cuts and bruises

"What in the blue blazes happened!?"

"S-she told me i-if I didn't join them- t-they would kill you- A-and s-she did thus to me"

Oscar hurriedly carrying you inside, cleaning your wounds while trying to comfort you there your tears and hisses of pain

"Don't worry my little kit, it'll all be over soon"

Oscar holding you in his embrace, his warm body, the feeling of comfort and saftey

"And here, when you go back, tell her you accept her deal, and take this with you"

Oscar handing you his gloves

"I've had these a long time, back when I first entered the fighting ranks, now there yours"

You take his gloves and put them on you, admiring them, then giving Oscar a hug

"I love you pa"

"I love you too kit"

I so sorry this took me so long, I've been doing exams all week 😭

[dxrlingsofmine]

every time the rain comes down.

pairing: Paul Baumer x Reader

angst 

plot: you’re the one to be around when you find out Paul comes back from the war.

(partially inspired by Anna Blue’s song Every Time The Rain Comes Down)

You were a baker working for your parents’ bakery, and it sure did good. Sadly, a lot of businesses closed down during the war, but the bakery did well enough to stay. Someone had walked in… you looked up from the cutting board and saw a familiar face. Paul Baumer. He very frequently came to the bakery, like a regular customer type. You certainly loved the presence he brings to the bakery, so cheerful and so adorable. You could say you have a crush on him.

However, Paul was different, you did know he went to war… but he looked so miserable. It just broke your heart. “Paul!” You ran and gave him a hug, in which he slowly hugs you back. “(Name)... it’s refreshing to see you again.” You took a breath and walked back to the counter. “Want the usual? A slice of carrot cake and peppermint tea?” Paul slightly smiled as he walked towards the counter. “I honestly forgot what I ordered. Thank you for remembering.”

Your mother and father walked downstairs and saw you and Paul talking to each other. “Mr. Baumer! You’re back!” Your parents looked around, seemingly looking for Paul’s friends. This caused Paul to tear up, worrying you and your parents. “Its alright son, it’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay at all.

“Father, do we have any clothes for Paul that we can besides this uniform?” You asked. Your father’s face lit up as you all went upstairs. “I have clothes, and you can bathe here. It’s alright Paul.” 

It was evening, and you heard a knock on your bedroom door. “Come in.” Paul entered your room, to your shock. He had on a really classy suit, his hair being the curl it is, and face washed and hydrated. “You look gorgeous, Paul.” You smile at him, he doesn’t respond and sits next to you on your bed. “I uh… I really like- I really love the letters you sent me. I didn’t get hardly any from my family, but the main ones I got were from you.” He leans slightly closer to you.

“I really care for you Paul. I wish I could’ve gotten an update from you, but I couldn’t. I mean, who wouldn’t want to check up on you?” You say as you squish his cheeks. It was a recurring thing that you often did with Paul. “Oh stop it.” Paul giggles as the two stood up, ready to go back to his place. 

You were both walking, hand in hand, heads on shoulders. You reach Paul’s home, with a lot of people in it, seemingly for a party. Paul gripped your hand tightly, out of fear. The two of you walked over to a table, where Paul’s father is seen along with the fathers of Ludwig, Franz, and Albert. You both sat down, not long before Paul was berated with questions.

“So kid, what happened? Was it amazing having to fight with my son.” Ludwig’s father asked, it was so insensitive. “No. He died on the first night.” Paul coldly replies. “I mean… my son died in all his glory, he was quite the fighter was he?” Albert’s father asks. “He was burnt by French soldiers. He wasn’t all his glory.”

“At least they died for this country.” Franz’s father smiles with pride, making you angry. “So that’s all that matters to you?! The country and not mourning your son’s father, what is the fuck is the matter with you?!” You yell out in anger. “Listen, you’re just some baker. You don’t do anything for this country besides make pastries.” Paul’s father replies. Now everyone was arguing, however Paul’s anger was boiling up at the second… until he took a glass bowl and smashed it towards the ground. Making everyone look his way in surprise.

“Why can’t you all understand that I didn’t ask for this?! I’m sick and tired of you all portraying the situation I was put through, it isn’t fun! And I’m frustrated about it! Nobody deserves to go through what we want through…” Paul runs upstairs, with you trying to comfort him. “You all can go to hell. How dare you treat his trauma like it’s something fun?!” You furiously said to the fathers as you went upstairs to Paul’s room.

When you got up there, you could hear the sound of Paul screaming and breaking objects. You immediately entered his room. The room was full of screams mixed with cries. Paul eventually got on the floor, crawling to you… he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your thighs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry (Name)...” You down on the floor with him, caressing him as you two laid on the floor.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Shh, shh, I’m here Paul. I’m the one to be around and share your pain.” He looked up and smiled at you, seemingly remembering where you said that. “The poem you wrote for me, Every Time the Rain Comes Down, right?” You nodded as you both felt sleepy, holding each other’s arms. “By the way, (Name)...” “Yes?”

“I love you too.” Paul says as you both engage in a kiss.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Chara and Classis Sans have an... interesting dynamic. Like, it feels like Chara actually does kinda care about Sans but refuses to admit it and vice versa. Is that intentional?

Yesssss! Chara wants to care about everyone, now that they get this happy ending, but they’ve got a bit of a… grudge against Sans. That’s more than just the frustration of how many times he’s killed them. It was something I was gonna explore a bit more later, but in the interest of getting my thoughts back on track… idk have a look into my Chara Thought Process why not—

In Let’s Try This Again, Chara and Classic get to have a lil moment together. Chara specifically TELLS him part of why they dislike him: “Out of all the monsters I’ve met, you’re the most annoying. You know too much and either don’t say anything about it, as if the issue will just go away, or you rub it in my face.”

They were trying to put out an olive branch, after the whole thing with Red kinda reminded them of their own bio family. But when Sans later followed up with, “Ain’t really a way to fix any of that, maybe. But, then again … it never really happened in the first place, now, did it?” all while smiling almost cheekily, Chara only saw that as more deflecting. Ignoring the problem and pretending it never happened, when it so clearly did. So they left, pissed again.

Chara doesn’t like lying. They’re very straightforward, tell it as it is, no bullshit kinda character in Winged. Keeping everything from everyone, especially those closest to them, is annoying. And it’ll come out eventually, so they’d rather it be on their own terms than from some trauma induced freak out from one of them or, now, one of these stupid alternate people slipping up one day (they’re specifically looking at Ink or Red). I mean, imagine getting a second chance to live with your family, but they’re not allowed to know you’re there? It sucks, they hate it, and Sans was the one to suggest they keep it all a secret. Frisk agreed, albeit a bit reluctantly. Chara didn’t, but they kinda got lumped in cuz it was their only option to stop this constant battle.

They don’t want to hide, they don’t want to pretend all the likely years worth of resets and killing and sparing and emotions and memories and trauma just never happened. And the fact that Sans doesn’t even want to talk about it with them, Frisk and Chara and Flowey, the only people of his world that understand?? (And then have the AUDACITY to be able to go talk about it OPENLY with countless other skeletons this whole damn time when the three of them couldn’t???) They can’t help but hate him for it.

In their mind, he’s holding them back. A happy ending is useless if one of them is still denied true freedom, forever kept on a leash, cuz Sans doesn’t want this perfect peace to shatter. He doesn’t trust his family to not “overreact,” (similarly to what kept him from telling anyone about his wings,) and he doesn’t trust Chara period.

[dino-fart]

Dear Sister

Pairing: Pedro Pascal!Original Character x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Tragedy, Romance, Death, Violence

Time Period: 1950s

Summary: Your sister means the world to you and God have mercy on anyone that causes her any harm. They will face your wrath in the worst way possible. Unfortunately, the time came and your lives have changed in a flash. Your actions have made you the most feared woman in the town which has piqued the interest of Death. Who was supposed to collect your souls a long time ago...

Trigger Warnings: This story contains dark and disturbing themes like physical abuse, verbal abuse, child abuse, attempted suicide, attempted rape, self-harm, gore, violence, death, manipulation, murder, psychological and physical trauma. Each chapter will have the trigger warnings contained in it. 

Summary + Cast | Chapter 1

Below is the list of cast and characters and does not contain any triggers.

You (gif represents a scene in the story):

You are the oldest child in the noble Carter household. You have a difficult relationship with both of your parents. You adore your sister and you are dedicated to keeping her happy and safe. By any means necessary...

Emilia Clarke as Mina Carter:

Mina is the youngest in the Carter household and your younger sister. She loves to explore and meet people. She is very naïve and believes in helping people. Mina is adored by many in the town. Her mother and father tolerate her. She looks up to you and whenever you are around, you feel safe...

Jude Law as Frank Carter:

Head of the Carter household and father to you and Mina. He suffers from PTSD after fighting in WW2. He resorts to drinking and has occasional outbursts. Most of the time, your mother is able to calm him down before anything serious happens. He has a difficult relationship with you and Mina.

Emma Thompson as Victoria Carter:

Victoria is the wife of Frank, mother to you and Mina. She stresses the importance of image and looking presentable and classy. She has a decent relationship with Mina and tolerates you. She sees potential in Mina and arranged the engagement between her and Scott, much to your dismay.

Tom Hopper as Scott Phillips:

Mina’s fiancée and only son in the Phillips household, another noble house. Scott likes to spend his time hunting animals and exploring outside of the town. He loves danger and is overconfident in his strength. 

Henry Golding as Marcus Adams:

Marcus is a newcomer to the town and an aristocrat. He makes sure that no one knows of his status. He likes to observe and see what this town has in store for him. 

Daniel Brühl as Dr. Elias Hugo:

The town’s doctor, he came there a few years ago and at first wasn’t welcomed. After saving a child’s life from infection, the town slowly began to trust him. He met you when your mother invited him over for dinner. He developed strong feelings for you but due to how much older he is than you, he feels ashamed to pursue his feelings. 

Jennifer Connelly as The Lady of the Lake:

The mysterious Lady of the Lake. Not much is known about her except her story is used to scare children from swimming at night. Mina enjoys the story and wants to meet her one day. You don’t believe the story but wonder why Mina is so determined to meet her.

Pedro Pascal as Death:

Death can come in many forms and this time chooses the form of a human man. Death has watched all souls from the moment they are born to the moment their time is up. Death is particularly interested in your town as there are darker secrets than you will ever know. 

Peter Dinklage as The Mark:

The Mark is a mysterious being often associated with Death. His purpose is to warn souls not to fight their fate. Some welcome the company of the Mark as he comforts them when they pass. The Mark can change into whatever form the soul wishes. 

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[halamet-chalamet]

Helloo!!! I saw you do the mgg/dpencer reid ship, and said Why not give it a go?

I am 5'3, short fluffy brunette hair kind of gal. My friends tell me my eyes are the "dead eye" shape. They are the color Green Tail btw.

I wouldn't say I am skinny, but I am in the middle, curvy maybe, but not skinny or mid-size.

I am an extrovert, always seeking for adventure and making new friends. I am loud and energetic most of the time. I can be very dramatic, but also fairly realistic. I am like the mom friend, always talking for others and taking care. I am sarcastic and try to put humor in things. Its just how I cope. I also have anxiety, but it is not that bad now, it used to eat me alive, but now it only catches me when there is something very stressful.

My hobbies are drawing and painting. Gifted child moment here. I also play the guitar and sing. Reading is also something I like to do.

But fairly, i HATE maths and physics, also the heat.

I adore animals, I havw a big ol cat myself. I like the rain, binge warching shows and definitely sleeping..

My mom would call my style sometimes boyish and sometimes classy. I love wearing baggy clothes but I also love wearing tight clothes. Bright colors ans mute colors..

Thats all ig, I hope you have a nice day and I send you all my ❤️

Thank you for sending me all your ❤️ I’m having a nice day :) you sound awesome by the way! I’m going to do you and Spence <3

Alright sis

You gotta drag Spence a little bit out of his comfort zone to do some adventurous things with you

Let’s be fair he is in the FBI and loves the adrenaline rush

But he’s also always on the lookout being really cautious

So you gotta help him be a tad more carefree to go on adventures with you!!!

When you and Spencer get together Morgan starts calling you both mom and dad

It’s clear you’re the mom friend which just makes Spencer honorary dad friend (besides Hotch ofc ofc)

It takes Spence a little while to get used to your sarcasm but he does eventually and you guys can go back and forth forever!

Especially after all our boys trauma he needs some coping humor

He’s so proud of you for overcoming some of your anxiety

You guys can help each other!

When you’re overly stressed he’ll do a great job of calming you and your anxieties down

And it goes the other way around

You sound super caring so I’m sure you would provide great comfort for Spence after a bad case or seeing/ thinking of his parents.

Art datessssss

He wants to paint with you

Man’s wants to draw with you

He’s better at drawing because his line work is really good :)

Wants to hear you sing and play guitar!!

Gives you books he wants you to read! And loves to see your monthly book picks!

Let’s be honest here

He doesn’t understand your hate for math

“It’s vital to our very existence!” Is what he likes to tell you when you complain about math (because math sucks)

He for real hits you with random math facts at some point just to see you get slightly annoyed. He thinks it’s cute

I stand by this next statement no matter what

SPENCER LOVES CATS

He is a cat person

Looooves them

He loves your cat!! And tries to pick it up and gives you cute cat facts! *cue awwww track*

Spencer will almost never pick a show unless it’s Star Trek or Dr Who

So he sits and binges with you whatever show you’re watching at the moment

He also analyzes the characters and can predict what’s going to happen sooo easy

But he doesn’t spoil it if you don’t want him to

He’s down for your eclectic fashion

And honestly always gets a little excited to see what you’re wearing this time

Sometimes he even tries to find an outfit to match the colors you’re wearing that day

Cute couples stuff I hope you enjoy <33 you sound like a fun person!!

[verybadatcardgames]

I love your Sightshipping HCs! I have to say, I've never really thought about it before, but it's a pretty interesting ship. ^-^

What about Joey for 002?

Always happy to have an excuse to spread some Sightshipping headcanons around :D

Onwards to the character ask!

Joey

How I feel about this character: I really do like him and think he's complex character. This guy is a true "ride or die" friend, yet he's played often as comic relief among the main cast, and he also gets treated like a punching bag throughout the series despite the hard work, effort, and integrity he puts into everything he does.

Holy shit, the wringer this poor guy went through during Battle City and Alcatraz, then for Mai to fixate on him and blame him for her troubles during Doma because... he can't read her mind halfway across the world and help her?? Yes, we can place some blame on Dartz and the Orichalcos stone for twisting her mind, but there wouldn't have been something to be twisted in the first place if Mai didn't have some sort of grudge towards him. I'm not downplaying Mai's trauma by any means and have many of my own thoughts on her Doma era and the PTSD that was inflicted by Malik, but I don't think it was very fair of her to put all of this resentment and expectation on a 16/17 year old boy who by all means considered her his friend and would have done, and did do, everything he could to help her once he realized how badly she'd been affected by the whole ordeal.

Then everyone (not just Seto!) proceeds to take a shit on him during the Grand Prix arc, like he didn't also help save the world for the third or fourth time in the previous season?? Come on!

I know he started out as Yuugi's bully and antagonized him, but he's long since paid his penance and he deserves more respect.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I'm an old-timey Polarshipper, though I vastly prefer this ship when Jounouchi has some more life experience under his belt as an adult and can approach Mai from that growth and life experience.

Wishshipping is cute, and I also like Buddyshipping. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers sometimes.

Can't remember the ship name for Rishid/Joey but I like that as both romantic and/or platonic friendship.

I also like Puppy/Violetshipping, because I am also a sucker for enemies to lovers. Or just enemies to enemies who fu

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I bro-ship him with Vivian Wong. I know it makes no sense but hear me out

They're both athletic jocks who are hot tempered and are wholly capable of throwing hands and holding their own if a fight were to break out in a bar. They'd be right at home in a John Woo flick.

And I ship them both with Mai so they can bond over their impeccable taste in the same woman.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I just said I polyship Joey/Mai/Vivian. That's about as unpopular of an opinion as it gets.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: A whole episode where he gets separated from his group during the Ancient Egypt arc and meets a woman with red eyes that turns out to be the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, but she's more well adjusted and has a sense of humor compared to Kisara. She's aware of the stuff going on, but she actively makes an effort not to get involved because who wants to deal with that? But she ends up getting dragged into world altering situations anyhow because sometimes life just be like that and you gotta roll with the punches. Amiright?

my OTP: *points to everything above*

my cross over ship: He would totally fawn over Kumiko Yamaguchi from Gokusen.

He would also fear her, immensely.

a headcanon fact: He still likes to dress up as Marylin Monroe when he's by himself.

He would like to get a gig singing covers of his favorite songs at a classy night club in a sparkling sequin dress, but he's low-key haunted by the poor reception he received from the popularity contest in high school and talks himself out of it every time the thought crosses his mind.

[fangable]

(gehenna-calling) glance, arms, change for veronica?

thank you! this was sitting in my inbox for 87 years because i was having. a time. sorry!!!

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

The first thing you're likely to notice is that she's quite short (roughly 5'0''). This is made even more evident when she's with her coterie since one of her coteriemates is a whopping 6'7''.

The second thing you're likely to notice, if you happen to see her from behind, is scars peeking out from under her clothes. Depending on what she's wearing, you'll only see a fragment - but over time, you might piece together that the scars form a pattern. Six leaves arranged in a circle, pointing outwards. (Maybe, if you possess the right knowledge, you would connect that symbol to the Bahari, and you would recognise its meaning as "ally".)

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

Her sire was kind enough to leave her with more than just trauma - he taught her some fencing and swordfighting as well.

On most days, she carries a concealed knife somewhere on her person. When she expects trouble (and isn't going to appear in public, where mortals might be tempted to ask awkward questions), she brings her actual sword. I don't have a clear idea for how it looks yet, but I'm picturing a thin, straight, lightweight blade.

She's not much of a fighter, so at the moment she doesn't really need to update her skillset to include things such as firearms. Maybe this will come back to bite her in the ass. It remains to be seen.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Veronica's appearance has been mostly... well, not static, but it changed slowly over time. For her, her looks are a tool more than a method of self-expression; it's been this way even before her Embrace. She keeps her wardrobe up to date with the current fashion, but the general vibe has always been the same: classy, elegant and at least somewhat horny. (She is a siren; she needs to look the part of bait as well.)

I'm not ruling out any significant changes in the future, though. Especially since one of her current goals is hooking up with a local Tzimisce. Who knows if she manages to walk away from that completely unchanged.