#sskk fic

[rashoumon-homo]

Kinktober Day 31: Submissive and Breedable

Inspired by this post by iwamimimimi!

-> Prompts: Exhibitionism + Orgy

-> Ships: Shin Soukoku, Soukoku

-> Content Warnings: alcohol mention, omegaverse, alpha atsushi, omega akutagawa, beta dazai, alpha chuuya, mention of mpreg

-> 2.2k words

-> Click here to read it on AO3!

Author’s Note: hi everyone! I decided to post this final Kinktober work as a tumblr fic as well as on AO3. I hope you all enjoyed Kinktober this year and have a happy Halloween!

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In hindsight, Atsushi should have known something was up the second Dazai invited himself over. The first hint was obviously that he came to Akutagawa instead of them both— Akutagawa could never say no to his former mentor. If Atsushi had been there, he’d be at least a little more strong-willed and maybe would have had the guts to turn him away. But no. That evening the three of them sat in Atsushi and Akutagawa’s shared living room and proceeded to watch Dazai drink them out of house and home. 

“Dazai-san, is everything… alright?” Atsushi asked for the third time, discreetly moving the open bottle of whiskey to the other end of the table. 

“Fine, it’s all fine, just spending the evening with my two favorite guys,” Dazai said, slurring his words a bit. “Drink something, loosen up.” He pushed his cup towards them, ignoring the fact that it was their alcohol in their cup, which he had poured himself uninvited. 

Akutagawa immediately picked it up and downed the whole thing in a few gulps. Atsushi gave him a look. 

“Ryuu, how do you deal with it when Atsushi blows off your plans for work?” Dazai asked offhandedly. “I imagine you’d take it pretty hard.”

“I don’t blow him off,” Atsushi answered for him. “We plan our dates ahead of time and if something comes up, we both understand. What’s this about anyway?”

“Bah, you’re no fun,” Dazai pouted. “I suppose it’s different with a mated pair anyway.” He eyed the bite scar on Akutagawa’s neck with a twinge of what appeared to be jealousy. “Deeper connection and all that.”

“Chuuya still hasn’t made a move?” Atsushi asked. 

“He tried a couple times, when he was in rut and lost control. But the bites don’t stick as well on betas and they ended up healing.” 

Prime conditions for a mating bite were when the pair had a coinciding heat and rut, but it was a bit trickier with an alpha-beta pair, or so Atsushi had heard. He hadn’t bothered to look into it much, since he knew Akutagawa was the one for him anyway. 

Dazai took a swig from the bottle, which had somehow made its way back to him. “Got any plans to knock up Ryuu?” he asked bluntly. 

“Dazai!” Atsushi admonished, as Akutagawa turned pink. 

“What? You’ve been mated for a year now, it’s only natural people should wonder.” He took on a faux-innocent look. “Or is Akutagawa not a properly breedable omega?”

Atsushi seethed. “Dazai, don’t make me kick you out of our home,” he warned. 

Dazai put his hands up in defense. “No, no, I didn’t mean any offense by it!” he lied. “It’s an honest question– it’s not like I’ve seen the two of you going at it before, not fully at least, so maybe Ryuu isn’t submissive enough or something like that. These things are common.”

Akutagawa looked a little hurt, though he hid it well. 

“I assure you, that’s not the case,” Atsushi growled. 

“Ahh, I see. Perhaps the problem is you’re unable to form a knot, then.”

Atsushi balled his hands into fists and snarled. “What exactly are you getting at, Dazai?”

“Nothing! I have no agenda whatsoever. Although…” he took a swig from the bottle, “you’re always free to prove me wrong.”

Briefly, Atsushi thought Dazai might be hitting on him, but then it clicked and he burst out laughing. “We’re not going to fuck in front of you, Dazai,” he said. “I don’t care how horny or sad or drunk you are, it’s not happening.”

“Oh, is that what he wants?” Akutagawa asked, amused. “A mating display?”

“Yeah, and he’s got some gall asking for it, as an unmated beta. Dazai, just go home and watch porn or something.”

“That’s really not it!” Dazai insisted. “I’m genuinely concerned about your sexual health! As a friend!”

“Maybe he’s telling the truth,” Akutagawa offered.

“Come on, are you serious? You’ve known him even longer than I have, he’s obviously just looking for a show,” Atsushi said. 

“But would it really hurt to just prove it to him? He did insult my obedience and your sexual abilities, after all. Above that, he is our superior.”

“Yeah, at work. Right now, we’re at home and he’s way out of line.”

Akutagawa leaned over to whisper in Atsushi’s ear, “Remember that kink I was wanting to try out with you?”

Atsushi blushed. “With him?” he hissed back. 

Looking a little shy, Akutagawa nodded. 

It would be the perfect opportunity to try it out… and with how drunk Dazai was, it was likely he wouldn’t even remember it in the morning. Atsushi sighed. “Fine, we’ll play along,” he said to Dazai, who wasn’t even pretending to mind his own business. 

“Excellent! I’ll just be here making sure everything goes smoothly.” Dazai reclined in his seat with the bottle of alcohol. 

Atsushi rolled his eyes. “Better move the couch, I guess.” 

Rashoumon shot out from Akutagawa’s coat and wrapped around the couch facing Dazai’s chair, then lifted it and moved it to the corner of the room. He moved the coffee table as well, careful not to knock over any of the dishes on it in the process. 

Atsushi knelt on the ground and extended a hand to pull Akutagawa down next to him. Akutagawa joined him, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss. He cupped Atsushi’s jaw, letting him take the lead on the pace. Atsushi threaded his fingers through Akutagawa’s hair, tugging slightly on it if he moved too fast. They adjusted their position so Atsushi was reclined against the ground and Akutagawa sat in his lap, making out with him. 

“Boring,” Dazai said from the chair. “When are you gonna get to fucking?” He palmed his erection over his pants as he spoke, having the audacity to pretend what they were already doing wasn’t affecting him. 

Atsushi broke the kiss to glare at Dazai. “It’s called foreplay, jackass. Makes sense you wouldn’t be familiar with it.”

Akutagawa took the opportunity to kiss down Atsushi’s neck, sucking purple and red hickeys down his path. He started to unbutton Atsushi’s shirt, pushing it over his shoulder as he went. 

Atsushi stroked Akutagawa’s hair with a pleased hum. “So good, Ryuu,” he murmured. 

Akutagawa smiled up at him. He got off Atsushi’s lap and sat to the side of it instead as he unbuckled Atsushi’s belt. 

There was a matching clinking of belt buckles across the room, where Dazai was undoing his own and shoving his hand down his pants. 

“Whore,” Atsushi mouthed at him. Dazai grinned back and licked his lips. 

Finally, Akutagawa tugged Atsushi’s pants open and pulled his cock out. It was much larger than average, and he knew it. Close to ten inches hard, and it wasn’t even fully there yet. Atsushi raised an eyebrow at Dazai, daring him to say something. 

Dazai wolf-whistled. “Impressive,” he murmured. “Almost as big as my Chuuya’s.”

Atsushi scoffed. He would have made some scathing remark, but his breath hitched instead as Akutagawa licked a stripe up his shaft. Akutagawa suckled on the head, tongue swirling around the tip as he looked up at Atsushi. 

“He can’t really take all of that, can he?” Dazai asked. 

“He can and he will,” Atsushi said triumphantly. “I’ve trained his throat. He has basically no gag reflex now.”

To prove it, Akutagawa began to bob his head, slowly easing his way down Atsushi’s length. Sure enough, his nose was nestled in Atsushi’s coarse white pubes before long. 

“Damn,” Dazai whispered, stroking himself in his pants. 

At that moment, the front door banged open, startling all of them. Chuuya stood there, looking absolutely livid. His gaze went from Dazai on the chair, hand still shoved in his pants, to Atsushi on the floor, balls deep in Akutagawa’s throat. 

“What the actual fuck is going on here?”

Akutagawa pulled off, choking only slightly in his haste. “Chuuya-san,” he said hoarsely. 

“Not you. Dazai, explain.”

“Well, you said you wouldn’t be able to meet up tonight because of work, so I made plans with Atsushi and Akutagawa instead. And I was worried about their sexual health, so they kindly offered to demonstrate for me.”

Chuuya stopped him with a firm shake of his head. “I said work might run an hour or two late and that you should eat dinner without me. And don’t lie to me, you obviously made them do this for your own entertainment. The fucking audacity you have, ordering around an alpha and his mate…” Chuuya took a deep breath to calm himself. “It’s fine, we’ll just have to give them a show in return.”

Dazai paled. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me. Get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

Dazai hesitated for only a second, then scrambled to obey. He got on his hands and knees on a clear patch of floor, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. 

Chuuya slowly walked around him. “So obedient,” he praised. He put a foot on Dazai’s back and pressed down, forcing him to arch his spine. “Good. Keep the position.” He knelt on the ground behind Dazai and hooked his hands under Dazai’s waistband, then yanked his pants down. The glint of a silver butt plug nestled between his cheeks caught the light. 

“Goddamn, you’re more of a slut than I thought,” Chuuya laughed, tugging at it. “Needed something to keep you full when you couldn’t have my knot?”

“Yes,” Dazai said quietly.

“Hm?” Chuuya twisted the plug. 

“Yes, sir,” Dazai corrected himself. 

“Good.” Chuuya pulled the plug out and dropped it on the floor. “Now ask for my cock. Nice and polite, like I trained you to.”

Dazai bit his tongue. He glanced over at Atsushi and Akutagawa, who were watching in wide-eyed amazement. This was humiliating, but it turned him on like nothing else. 

“Don’t look at them. Eyes down, and ask.” Chuuya ordered. 

Dazai looked back at the carpet. “Please fuck me. I want you to knot me and stuff me full of cum. Use me until you’re satisfied. Please, sir.”

“Very good. See, you do know how to beg like a good boy,” Chuuya said. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down. 

Atsushi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Dazai wasn’t joking– Chuuya was about as big as he was. The beginning of a knot was starting to swell at the base of his dick. Clearly, he was just as turned on as the rest of them were. 

Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s hips and dragged him backwards to meet him. Since Dazai’s hands stayed on the ground where they were, his body was stretched out like a cat’s. Chuuya pushed the head of his cock against Dazai’s puffy rim. “Time to show your friends how submissive you really are,” he said, then thrust in. 

Dazai threw his head back with a moan. 

“So noisy,” Chuuya said, huffing with each rough thrust. “You like that? Like being used?”

Atsushi didn’t notice how hard he’d gotten until Akutagawa started to gently stroke him. He moaned softly and reclined back onto his forearms. Akutagawa looked up at him for approval, then eased his cock back into his mouth. Atsushi watched Chuuya fuck Dazai while getting his dick sucked, and he felt like he was fucking ascending. This was hotter than any porn he’d ever seen. 

“Ryuu,” he moaned quietly. He couldn’t help bucking his hips up into the warm, wet heat of Akutagawa’s throat. Akutagawa hummed softly, just how he knew Atsushi liked it. 

“Take it, you slut,” Chuuya said, with a sharp slap to Dazai’s ass. Dazai cried out and immediately came, leaking cum onto the carpet and the front of his pants. 

Atsushi felt his knot starting to inflate, so he tugged on Akutagawa’s hair. “Careful,” he whispered between grunts. 

The contrast between the way the two couples fucked was almost humorous– the rough, wild sex Dazai and Chuuya were having compared to the way Atsushi treated Akutagawa with tenderness and love as he sucked his dick. 

“Gonna cum,” Atsushi murmured. He moved his hand, giving Akutagawa a chance to decide whether to pull off or swallow. Akutagawa stayed on as Atsushi came, swallowing around his cock with each spurt of cum. 

When Atsushi finally finished (he was an alpha, after all, so it took longer than most), Akutagawa pulled off and wiped his mouth. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he asked. 

Atsushi glanced over at Chuuya and Dazai, who were still going at it. “Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I wanna take my time with you. Show you how much I really love you. As hot as this is, it’s distracting me from what I really want to focus on.” He caressed Akutagawa’s cheek. 

The two got up quietly, so as not to interrupt the others– though at this point, a bomb going off couldn’t stop them. 

“You do realize Dazai was totally projecting when he was insulting you earlier, right?” Atsushi asked, tugging Akutagawa to the bedroom. 

“Absolutely,” Akutagawa said with a rare smile. He kissed Atsushi on the cheek as they slipped into the bedroom and closed the door.

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[inamagicalhallucination]

was gonna make a sskk shitpost about akutagawa obsessively wanting to know everything about atsushi to defeat him, blacked out, wrote this

bone apple tea

[collectingavenuesmwue]

I see a lot of Dazai angsty fics which is great, but not much of many other characters, so have this incredible Akutagawa fic I’ve fallen in love with

[dumbleb33]

Little sskk Valentine’s Day fluff short I threw together 💕

[eratosword]

"Five-letter word for horned animal, for short," Akutagawa says aloud, touching the tip of his nose with his pencil. "I'm trying to work here," Atsushi replies without looking up, reviewing a report. "I do not know if you are aware, but you are the one who insists on keeping me here against my will," he grumbles, turning his attention back to the crossword puzzle he's trying to solve.

or: after everything gets resolved, Atsushi doesn't want Akutagawa to leave his side, and he has to deal with it.

4,671 words, 1/1.

[s1ckstvr0s]

[Sskk 8k pornographic + angst fic.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Silently writing in stylish letters down his pristine white notebooks [which he wishes to send to publishers by the next two weeks], or sometimes reading a book in his own little world. Swirling the piece of chocolate around his tongue, his coloured eyes lingering in languorous movements over the pages of the book, whilst dancing his feet, playing with his oxfords with his naked feet [all in his own world with no volition of his own psychological senses].

⠀⠀⠀⠀He was an ordinarily different person. Dreamy, innocent looking, dainty with a light touch of dolour painted on his face. Something like: an epitome of the sculptor's perfect craft, which he, the sculptor had given endless sleepless nights to make it look the divinest. Something melancholic, for Akutagawa understood the mad contrariety they had. And whatever this sweet mad little emotion fabricated up the blood of his heart; it was in the ordinary order of life: frivolous. 

[sharpiedoodleee]

hiiii so. i know im an art blog or whatever but this is something i was possessed to write a little bit ago thats been gathering dust in my drafts for a long while now. ive got a lot of half finished art wips that im not entirely sure im going to go back to so i thought youd enjoy Some kind of content

just dont get used to it, im not a writer :)

SSKK: feelings realisation, ffffluff (?), atsushi's somehow undiagnosed PTSD, (slight) panic attack

I swear it's happier than it sounds

= S I N N E R =

“you’re a mess”

“i am not a mess-“

“ryuu, i can tell you’ve been crying”

that makes him pause, faltering a step before tutting and looking off to the side. damned jinko and his tiger senses.

“before you ask i wasn't on about your- very obvious, by the way, you should work on that- about your breathing. although, it is really concerning-“

“jinko-“

“what? you wheeze on a good day akutagawa and you and i both know it”

ryuunosuke glares.

atsushu sighs, removing his hands from his hips and letting the reactionary tension bleed from his shoulders. this is getting him nowhere. he twirls his aching wrists, clenching and unclenching his hands in that way he knows akutagawa would normally snap at him for had he not be so busy trying to keep himself upright. he sighs again

“just-“ atsushi softens his tone, careful to keep the concern out of his voice “show me. where you’re injured.” at the scathing look akutagawa diegns him with, it seems he wasn't careful enough. atsushi clenches his jaw and breathes in through his nose. he never thought listening to kunikidas breathing excercises would come in handy for him - he likes to think hes a fairly calm person, but getting akutagawa to take care of himself would break even the most patient man.

he rolls his eyes “seriously, i could smell the blood on you before i could see you ,ryuu. im just really hoping its all yours”

ryuunosuke huffs a quiet “you’re such a bitch” that startles a incredulous laugh from atsushi. the tiger watches as the other man groans in defeat and lets himself sink to the floor; bracing against the brick behind him and clutching at his seemingly still bleeding side. if the weretiger is going to be so needlessly invasive he may as well rest, ryuunosuke muses, its not like the jinko hasnt seen him in worse conditions. he cringes away memories of a fleeting confession at sea, bleeding out infront of the detective again probably isnt the appropriate time to talk about it.

atsushi stops, squints, reassessing the mafioso “unless youve broken our promise-“

“alright- i messed up, jinko. is that what you wanted to hear? who knew you were such a fucking sadist-” he growls, annoyed now that the weretiger is still so untrusting of him “but i am not so imprudent as to keep my mistakes from you- seeing as that detective agency has finally taught you how to use that brain of yours” he doesnt bother to keep the bitterness out of his tone, they have both said and done much worse to each other after all. he leans back, ignoring his aching body’s protests and meets the weretigers now raised brow.

ryuunosuke sighs and goes lax against the wall, closing his eyes. fucking jinko…

“i have done a lot of shit in my life, jinko, but never once have i lied to you. i havent broken our promise and i wont. you should know this by now, you fool.”

the weretiger twitches, the name seemingly triggering something as his gaze slides off of ryuunosukes eyes and down to his neck. as the silence drags on the older opens his eyes, furrowing his brow as he takes in the jinkos frozen frame. His pupils are near pinpricks, jittering in the confides of his iris as his body is wracked with tremors. hes alarmingly silent, even as the tears overflow and begin to stream down his cheeks, even as his face contorts unattractively and his breathing speeds up. he wraps his arms around himself and ryuunosuke begrudgingly drags himself to his feet once again.

“…jinko?”

…

no response.

ryuunosuke blinks, the weretiger better not be fucking with him. he takes a tentative step forward, raising his palms placatingly from around his side and coiling rashomon around himself to hopefully keep his innards in, gods willing.

“atsushi…can you hear me?”

as he approaches he realises that atsushis now vacant gaze is still fixed to the wall ryuunosuke was sat against, seemingly caught on a ghost only he can see. hes yet to react to his aproach. doesnt seem to have noticed him move at all, really. and isnt that unusual? for someone who was just bitching about being able to hear every weary breath ryuunosuke took, the weretiger is alarmingly still. too struck by whatever horror his mind has conjured up this time to be aware of his surroundings, ryuunosuke imagines.

how the detective agency are still so seemingly oblivious to the weretigers plight ryuunosuke doesnt know.

but its not like he cares about the jinko.

…right?

shaking his head, the mafioso pushes that train of thought away and braces himself. if the jinko hadnt literally just been questioning his integrity as a partner he wouldve probably felt more guilty for what hes about to do, hes aware its horribly unorthodox. if his sibling knew of this they would surely have his head but its not like he has many options seeing as atsushi is near narcose. it may be brutish and harsh, even cruel to some,

but it works.

ryuunosuke taps the still quivering shoulder of the tiger and is unsuprised when that impassive gaze snaps to him with a mildly concerning crack of the jinkos neck. when that achingly familiar glow halos the alley in blue ryuunosuke sucks in a breathe and drops himself as low as he can to the sticky concrete below. his vision swims from the sudden movement and he can feel rashomon tighten her grip on his still bleeding wound, unsure if it was him who told her to or simply a byproduct of his coats concern.

he laughs deliriously. his coat is concerned but his supposed partner just tried to gut him? what a world he lives in…

gods, he hopes the tiger doesnt fancy a brawl in this tight, urine soaked alley. ryuunosuke is barely clinging to his conscious as it is.

when no second blow befalls his now prone body though, he chances a look up and immediately regrets it.

atsushi is staring at him now, his eyes glassy and overflowing with tears that smear his flushed face and nearly glitter in the dull light of the alley. hes clearly attempting to reaquaint himself with reality, stanced as he is over ryuunosukes unprotected form. his arm is still half raised from attacking him; cheap, flimsy shirt lifting to reveal smooth, tan skin…the mafioso laments over his own sickly figure as his eyes are glued to the rippling muscle hiding under there. a sheen of sweat is dripping down atsushis prominent hip bone that ryuunosuke wants to follow with his tongue. his eyes dragging down the shimmering silver happy trail he can just about see in the dying light of the alley.

…fuck.

ryuunosuke quickly looks back down at the floor, suddenly intent on examining the splatter of bird shit infront of him, lest his eyes rake any lower then they already have.

see, ryuunosukes not a fool. he knows he has…feelings to the tiger. it took a lot of reluctant, midnight rants with Gin to get there but he knows. the part of this thats blindsiding him is the all consuming, almost animalistic wave of desire this prediciment has sent careening through his bloodstream. its really not the time, but ryuunosukes never cared for things like that - you cant when you live a life like his. but that lack of practice at reeling himself in is really starting to kick him in the ass. the blood loss is not helping. rashomon is tacky from seeping up the evidence of his failure and ryuunosuke is just beginning to realise a lot of that moisture should be inside him. any remaining bloodflow is joyfully re-directing itself in a more unsavoury direction and ryuunosuke is increasingly glad hes laid himself flat on the concrete floor. his head is killing him.

throughout this whole process Atsushi is still just staring down at him, blinking rather aggressively as he processes what the fuck just happened.

…ryuunosukes really not sure how he manages to get himself in these situations.

[b3llair3]

The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match

Ongoing • fluff, smut in some parts, light angst, domestic sskk

Table of contents • Series Page

💗Part one • Uncertainty - Atsushi never learned how to nest, thankfully his boyfriend is there to help him through the process.

💗Part two • Unwind - Atsushi wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tightly, “Please don’t leave? I trust you, I want you and I feel like if you leave our nest it’ll break me.”The classification of ’Our Nest’ didn’t escape the alpha’s attention but he squashed the bubble of feelings that threatened to pop.

💗Part three • Unease - Atsushi smells another omega on Akutagawa, jealousy ensues.

Or: Akutagawa suffers the price of his omega’s wrath and pampers an exhausted Atsushi.

💗Part four • Unknotted - Atsushi has his first hormone assisted heat, Akutagawa prepares a special surprise just for his omega. Akutagawa takes care of his boyfriend, because with Atsushi it was second nature, as if they were bonded.

💗Part five • Unconditionally - Atsushi didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed, it wasn’t his fault and the whole point of Ryuu taking care of him was to make him feel better. He nodded, “More please?” Akutagawa wanted to croon at how cutely he asked but followed his request. Submission always looked good on Atsushi.

💗Part six • Unhand - Atsushi’s first day back at the agency after his leave of absence and away from Akutagawa was more difficult than he had projected. It was never like this, they were never codependent, but now Atsushi felt physically weak and like part of him was missing; and it was only an hour into the workday.

💗Part seven • Unregulated - In which Atsushi’s body doesn’t care where he is or how inconvenient it may be, he needs his alpha’s knot.

[rashoumon-homo]

Wrote another shin soukoku fic because they got me with the brainworm.

In which Akutagawa has a prominent neck scar from the battle with Fukuchi and Atsushi helps him to feel loved even with this new insecurity.

Based on this post by @niiikasa

Link to the fic on AO3

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

[inamagicalhallucination]

should i post the first chap of a fic im writing and hope that it'll motivate me to continue or should i wait until it's all finished

its not necessarily that im like on a writing block - ive just been busy lately so i've had to put it away and now its hard to pick it back up since i wrote the first chap, the second to last chap, and half of the second chap in a few days

[gayblush]

Akutagawa and Atsushi's love story, inspired by Taylor Swift's Folklore album. or A collection of sskk one-shots (with maybe some connected) that use each one of folklore's songs and its lyrics as prompts.

[enlacinglineswrites]

'One hour' an sskk one shot, rated T.

Atsushi is forced to spend an hour afte leaving training with Akutagawa.

Absolutely nothing good can come of this, he's certain.

Read the fic here

[eratosword]

He lowers his gaze. He digs his nails into his neck and scratches, searching for even the slightest hint of the pain he was used to, that kept the tiger in line. He looks at the knives on the counter. He bites the tip of his tongue. Akutagawa reaches up with one hand to take the other’s and pulls it away from his neck, and with the other he strokes the scar area so gently that Atsushi, despite his reservations, melts under his touch.

atsushi knows what his ghosts look like.

1,571 words, 1/1.

[kyouka-supremacy]

[b3llair3]

New post!

The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match- Part 6

Series page

Link -> Unhand:

Atsushi’s first day back at the agency after his leave of absence and away from Akutagawa was more difficult than he had projected.

It was never like this, they were never codependent, but now Atsushi felt physically weak and like part of him was missing; and it was only an hour into the workday.

[iridescentgleam]

you ever read an interpretation of your favorite ship(s)/character(s) that is just so contrary to what you believe and/or canon that you can't help but read more bc it is just so fascinating how wrong a person can be?