#tes verse tag

[smileflowcr]

Las ojeras en su rostro y el bostezo que escapa de sus labios son una de las muchas pruebas que está realmente cansado. Ni siquiera cuando tiene turnos de veinte cuatro horas se siente tan agotado como cuando tiene seminarios importantes y él, como participante activo, expone sus avances en los experimentos que lleva durante meses. Fingir una sonrisa para doctores y científicos que denotan celos camuflados por lindas palabras era lo peor, junto con estrechar las manos y hablar sobre una futura reunión para debatir temas importantes que jamás llegará, pues Seungwon no está interesado en hacer más amigos de los que ya tiene, en especial aquellos lobos disfrazados de ovejas. Por suerte todo ese sufrimiento había terminado antes de lo previsto y puede acurrucarse en los brazos de su novio, quien últimamente está muy interesado en la cocina y se le hacía agua la boca pensar en qué buffet tendría listo para ambos, a cambio le lleva una caja de chocolates finos que recibió tras su charla. Sin embargo, al llegar a casa todo se encontraba en silencio a pesar de estar las luces del primero piso encendidas e hizo que el joven hematólogo dudase si el más alto estaba en casa, llamando un par de veces antes de dejar sus cosas sobre la mesa y recorrer la casa en su búsqueda, ya que Yohan nunca sale sin avisar. Logra divisar la bolsa del contrario y eso lo calma un poco, pero cuando decide marcar a su celular escucha un extraño ruido viniendo del sótano, lugar donde ambos tenían laboratorios para continuar sus investigaciones desde casa. Seungwon baja las escaleras con cuidado y nota la luz a través de la puerta, no se molesta en tocar deduciendo que el otro será incapaz de escucharlo al estar tan concentrado en su trabajo. “Aquí estás, pude escapar antes del evento y traje unos dulces para compartir después de nuestra cen—” las palabras mueren en su boca al momento que entra al sitio y presta mayor atención al ambiente. Hay alguien sobre la cama bien iluminada, que dirige sus ojos abiertos y cargados de dolor al más bajo, intentando balbucear algo pero no logra entender. Puede ver una herida sangrante en su pecho y abdomen, con unos órganos asomándose sobre la piel. Quiere creer que está alucinando pero cuando intenta acercarse para comprobar si es cierto o no, sus pies le traicionan y retroceden en lugar de avanzar. “Yohan— ¿Qué demonios haces?” pregunta con voz débil, el miedo comienza a invadir su cuerpo, las piernas tiemblan y siente los latidos de su corazón retumbar sobre los oídos en el instante que mira el monitor conectado a la camilla, aquel que mostraba los signos vitales y que le confirman lo más terrorífico de la escena: la persona aún está viva.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

The gremlin is here & she's all done.

I'm finally done with drawing the gremlin (aka my Sona Nep).

& Yes, Nep's now a demiprince named Noir. (Although Noir is more of a nickname than a real name)

Im just not sure if I can consider this as a TES ver of Nep bcs uh... TES doesn't rlly have pastels, & Nep does have a cotton candy pallete afterall-

Info (that I copy & pasted off screb)

|| Name: Neptunia "Noir" Lynnette | Age: 15 | Gender: Female, She/Her | Height: 5 ft | Pride: AroAce | Occupation: Demiprince but "fulltime" artist | Likes: Pepperoni, drawing, sleeping, being alone | h8s: Being near ppl (mainly ppl she doesn't like), Being annoyed by others, ppl stealing her food, pickles, drawing hands (me) & waking up ||

Bio?:

"Noir" was a girl born under a deadric prince & a mortal woman, her "father" was the daedric prince of madness, but despite that she was actually the most tolerable child bcs her brother was.. a complete moron but we don't talk about him-

In the shivering Isles, she has her own demiplanes created by her "dad" which is only accessible if you go to the Isles, but for the most part, she just vibes in that weird basement inside the demiplanes that she built bcs she wants to be alone. She does, however, have a caretaker who originally was a random theif who was stealing her pepperonis, so uh.. yeh she taped him to the wall of her basement for like 5 weeks until she released him under the cost of him working for her as a caretaker, which he obliged (in fear of course bcs bro's in the frikin shivering isles).

Anything like headcanons & fanart are allowed as long they aren't weird bcs she's technically my sona & she's a minor.

Character: Neptunia "Noir" Lynnette (Mine)

Art: Mine)

Program: IbisPaint x

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[yellowfingcr]

bigi3 heysel

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

the thing is that Daniel Diaz and Kiri te Suli Kìreysì'ite are two sides of the same "all-powerful divine neurodivergent with family issues on an unwanted road trip" coin to me and I am absolutely correct.

[ofluminance-a]

tokyo revengers verse!

technically, in my love story with yamada-kun, akane kinoshita is 20 years old & studying at uni for her degree. she's a casual gamer, loves to socialize, cook, and go out with friends. she lives in a small apartment and has a part time job at a grocery store to pay the bills / rent. she has a boyfriend, but.. he hasn't been kind to her per say. not to mention, he just dumped her for some other girl.

for her tokyo revenger verse, the above will be similar with some small adjustments! i am going to give her a younger verse where she's emma's classmate!

akane has a younger middle school brother, kotaru, who has certainly had his fair share of beatings since starting middle school. when their parents start asking questions, akane covers for kotaru! but, she in turn, does her own investigating. starting with, talking to emma, who's brother runs the tokyo manji gang.

[tidesfate]

[ eat ]  you know the verse

❛[ NSFW MUSE REACTIONS ≻ not accepting NOTES: [eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

THIS IS COMMUNION, WORSHIP OF THE BODILY AND PARTAKING OF THE FLESH. The Ousted Prince, shelved upon a partial sand-submerged altar beside the yawning sea // BENEATH A CLIFFS OVERLAY. Where once site of reverence to statue of beastial shape of Prophets own creation and the Great Eyes own altered shape // NOW BUT A FORGOTTEN SPOT // NOW BUT A CARVED SHAPE OF EVERY EXPECTATION BUT THEIR OWN // NOW BUT A MEMORY SHARED BY NONE BESIDES THE TWO. But it can become site of worship once more, as Miraak begins to pray under the veil of cloth and between the crevice of legs.

IT STARTS WITH HANDS UPON KNEES, AS IS PROPER BEGINNING. The rough of gloves against inner thigh where little comes in contact besides moments like this drives thin sparks through where vessel and OCCUPANT MEET-- - and if Hermaeus Mora was not aware they were not the intended device of satisfaction it may have DEMANDED THEIR REMOVAL. No, even its CLEAR REQUEST of his frame meeting its 'pon this stone framework had been denied, refused-- - oh such a diligent supplier he was that these acts of disrespect came met with INTRIGUE AND CURIOSITY BORN OF PREVIOUS FEEDINGS melding with the ever dulling irritations. Show me.

BUT IT IS WITH THE MOUTH THAT ORISON CAN TRULY BEGIN. Breath fans warm over rarely heated skin, and unlike the salted mist that spits over back there is no REPRIEVE even when lips meet the purchase between. IT DOES NOT SEEK FOR SUCH // NOT AT THIS MOMENT. What it desires is only what can be given with continuance, but its Chosen was diligent the same at making it hungry in the same acts he fed. The ruined remain of pulse quickens within the hollowed ribcage, and the Tide Kings hands shift. One upon mask that sits besides its seated frame, the other at the back of skull that teases. Darts and dares BUT DOES NOT DIVE-- - the Prince hisses, claws digging rivets into removed facewear the same opposite create thin lines at scalp while curling around strands.

HISS IS MET WITH GROWL, AND WITH ITS UTTERANCE DOES THE SERMON DEEPEN. Allowance pinned with a thumb, and prayer marked with the tongue. Low noise, NEAR BUT NOT of mortals make slips past the false orcs lips. The teeth that part for sounds release are not the extent-- - there is the rudimentary, those behind muscles parted for his intrusion. HE IS DEFT AS A POET THREADING THE LINE OF EXPECTATION AND ANTICIPATION. Pressing and prodding like the tide that flows behind them in ways that makes the uncrowned keen, then lets pause settle long enough for THE TENDRILS OF STARVATION to crest over its want and have insistence for continuance drip in forgotten tongue.

CONCLUSIONS COMES IN CONSUMPTION WHOLE, THE BODY AND THE BLOOD. Within this service, posture had shifted from one of clawed hands clambered and card upon him to clothed back lent against the whole of SHRINE. The arch of back, the digging of nails into bed of stone AS IF MERE MUD. Absolution encroaches like the ocean swells // AND WITH IT COMES THE RIVETS OF BLACK. Like a blessing, a reminder of the God once worshipped here-- - NOW PAINTED ONCE MORE WHERE TIME HAD FORGETTEN. The sound made not of mouth but of DEEPER, MORE PRIMORDIAL nestled within could be called not but a warble. It grew then dipped-- - much like spine, much like the increased glow in eye that faded back to that ever present. Low did it dip to near rumble baring the marks of SATISFACTIONS // A BEAST FED. // @bendwill

[racecardilfs]

anything - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

warnings: fluffffff, literally all of this is just fluff!!!

a/n: i am so absolutely overwhelmed by all the support on aegean, i never ever expected anywhere near as much interest, and i am deeply honored. i kinda got some writers block for ionian, so i hope you all like it!

my masterlist ❀ part one

lewis hamilton's whatsapp messages

your imessages

instagram

Liked by lilymhe, charles_leclerc, yourbsf1, and 223,473 others

yourusername you are the centerpiece around which i revolve 💕

francisca.cgomes: he better sleep with one eye open

yourusername: please stop threatening to murder him you’ll scare off the old man

charles_leclerc: no writers credits for the middle photo? i see how it is

yourusername: you know what you have to do to get credits.

user1: is that a LIGHT PINK BOUQUET? while you were sleeping stans rise up!

user2: the sunlight in that last pic is everything to me actually

user3: i’m glad it seems like she’s doing better!

user4: no but she's so real for the older man thing. I respect it.

user5: her new old man better not hurt her tho 😡

Liked by yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux, yourbsf2, and 426,872 others.

fernandoalo_official Second chances are the most precious thing in the world. Gracias, mi vida, for the one you’ve given me.

tagged: yourusername

yourusername: i love you so much, fer. the joy you give me every day is worth all the second chances in the world 🫶

fernandoalo_official: te amo, hermosa

yourbsf2: i’m watching you, old man. keep your guard up.

fernandoalo_official: 😰 francisca.cgomes: you’re still on probation. yourusername: don��t scare my man 🥺 yourbsf2: fine, only for you wifey <3 

user6: y/nlonso truthers rise up!!!

user7: it's the way all the photos he chose for their hard launch are just her in a relaxed environment. no staging, just pure love

user8: okay now im CRYING 😭😭😭

Liked by fernandoalo_official, lilymhe, maisiehpeters, and 396,735 others.

yourusername anything, anything, for another run with you ❤️

tagged: fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official all i ask for is you, amorcita ❤️

yourusername and you have me, darling

user9: he calls her AMORCITA??? LITTLE LOVE??? IM- 🥺🥺

alexandrasaintmleux: i knew everything would work out for you, you’re too perfect for each other not to be

lilymhe: fernando is on his tippy toes in the last photo bc he was worried he’d look short 🤭

yourusername: i love my short king user10: LMAOOOO EXPOSED 

user11: if fernando is a short king, does that make y/n his queen?

fernandoalo_official: si, she is mi reina 👑        Liked by yourusername

charles_leclerc: no pic creds? i see how it is 😒

yourusername: no pic creds for you until fernando wins another gp ���😇

user12: god, i see what you’ve done for others!!

user13: omggg does this mean we get new music soon?

       Liked by yourusername user13: Y/N LIKED! NEW MUSIC?!

a/n: so thats part 2! its a little short but i wanted to get something out to thank y'ou 'all for your support! i have a few other ideas in this verse that might get written at some point, especially if y'all would be interested in some more specifically music based ones(i LOVE music). the line "you are the centerpiece around which i revolve" is from emily by jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler, and "anything, anything, for another run with you" is from anything (demo) by dodie. seriously thanks so much for the support! requests are open :) also if you want someone to yap about some of the technical side of f1 (or open wheel racing in general) i love love love it so please come chat w me!

taglist: @callsignwidow @totowolfffcheco @formulaal @pear-1206 @caitlynsixxx

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Obi-Wan Hurt/Comfort and Whump Rec 1: Long Fics

Some of my favorite multi-chaptered or longer form fics (>10K). These are whump, sickfics, angst fics, and hurt/comfort with some very general tags and descriptions. Please make sure you note the tags on ao3 before reading.

I tried to tag everyone I could find here on tumblr, but if you see your fic and want a tag, let me know and I'll add it in. To all the writers, thank you for these fics, I have read each of them multiple times and I am fucking in love with all of them.

Here we go, in no particular order:

Good Man of War - scrapathon

Codywan, OC clones and medics, 16.2K

This fic is so well written and it has some really well-characterized OC clones, including clone medic Zero, as well as a bit of codywan (which I can't resist).

Things Hidden, Things Forgotten- sospes

Codywan, Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 23.5K

This writer has some of the best codywan fics on their roster, but this one absolutely destroys me everytime. This fic covers Zygerria and gets into some of the emotional aspects of the experience for Obi-Wan.

Shoulder the Sky - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, rewritten ending for Palpatine, 149.4K

This fic is part one of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series and is one of my favorite fics of all time. This fic is incredibly detailed, and every character get's their time in the spotlight. The Obi-Wan whump is absolutely delicious, and lasts basically the entirety of this fic. The plot follows Obi-Wan's discovery of the identity of Darth Sidious and how this changes the course of the end days of the Clone Wars.

Whispers from the Dead - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, PTSD and medical trauma, 210K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

Another part of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series (please read the fic above first). This fic is a WIP and every time there is a new chapter I drop everything to read it. Equally as emotionally damaging, equally as much whump, and equally perfect characterizations of every single character. I won't spoil the plot, but it's a perfect continuation of the series.

Gaping Hollow - Walpger

Gen - Obi-Wan, Cody, and Ahsoka, Force-exhaustion and hypothermia, 18.1K

Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Cody are trapped in a cave on the ice-planet Vandor and Obi-Wan uses the Force to keep them both warm and alive. This leads to impending Force-exhaustion. This is one of the earliest Obi-Wan-centric h/c fics I read and I love how the author describes Obi-Wan's use of the Force.

Enforced Convalescence - @swbumblebee

Gen - Obi-Wan, clones, and Jedi, sickfic/illness and fluff, 12.5K

Obi-Wan is ill and requires babysitting because he doesn't really know how to rest. This fic is endlessly soft, and Obi-Wan gets taken care of for once in his life. This author writes delightfully soft fics and this one is one of my absolute favorites.

Uja Nejah - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, diabetes and medical accuracy, 34.2K

Possibly my favorite fic of all time? Perhaps? Anything by whitchry9 is pure gold and this fic is only one example. This fic follows Obi-Wan's journey through his life as a Jedi diagnosed with diabetes. Deliciously whump, and my favorite OC clone medic, stim. You might as well read the whole series: a series of fics in which Obi Wan Kenobi having a disability somehow saves the galaxy

Iviin’hiibi te Tuur - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, epilepsy and medical accuracy, 16.4K

Surprise, surprise, yet another whitchry9 fic. This one is about Obi-Wan's life with epilepsy. This fic also has Stim and has a few extra oneshots that can be read with it.

every shadow - @kenobster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, Cody, 501st, Zygerria/Kadavo arc and recovery, 34.9K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

This fic is a WIP and at 3/9 chapters, so I am going to to use part of the author's summary here: "during the mass casualty event following Kadavo and Zygerria, Obi-Wan and Anakin seek ways to cope with trauma." I am absolutely glued to this fic, and have already read all three chapters multiple times.

Finding Obi-Wan - @stolen-pen-name23

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka, amnesia and angst, 86.8K

For the record, I think I read the entirety of this fic in one day because I just couldn't put it down. In this fic, Obi-Wan loses his memory and finds himself in the lower levels of Coruscant.

something inside this heart has died (you're in ruins) - revanchxst (BadWolfGirl01)

Codywan (implied or pre-slash), Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 22.6K

In this fic, Cody joins Obi-wan on the Zygerria arc rather than Rex. Very painful with a sprinkling of codywan. 1000 kudos for this fic.

The Consequences of a Crash - happygiraffe

Gen or pre-slash Obi-Wan & Anakin, crash-landing injury/infection, 44.9K

ALRIGHT. Alright. This is the first long-fic I read in this fandom, and remains one of my favorites to this day. Delicious whump, a really wonderful look at Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship, especially as Anakin has just become a Jedi Knight. I reread this one at least once a month.

See My Dreams All Die - @hellotemporaryuniverse

Obi-Wan & Cody (implied codywan), torture by Darth Sidious, 34.7K

This fic is absolutely brutal in the best way. In this fic, Anakin dies and Sidious is looking for a new apprentice. Such good whump.

From the Same Stone - @kckenobi

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, concussion and poisoning, 8.1K

I'm already breaking my own rules, because this fic is under 10K, but this fic is one of my favorites and it's just long enough that it felt like it should be included on this list. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Anakin get trapped in a mine and are slowly ingesting a toxin.

|to failure, sweet victor| - littlekaracan

Codywan, angst and physical fights, 20K

This fic is as fucking bittersweet as it gets. Absolutely destroys me with every read. This fic follows Obi-Wan and Cody on Tatooine, but Cody's chip can't be removed until it has deteriorated to a certain point. As a result, sometimes Cody isn't quite himself.

battle scars - series - @calltomuster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin, PTSD and medical trauma, 27.2K

This series gets into some of Obi-Wan's medical trauma and why avoids medical treatment. I can't get enough of the OC clone medic, Fuzzy, and I love how well the author writes Obi-Wan's PTSD.

shoulder the sky - series - Night_Fury

Codywan, Cerasi & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Nield, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, PTSD, temporary death, recovery, 196.1K

What can I say about this series? Probably too much. You will just need to read it to find out. Just read it.

chronic conditions - @deniigi

Codywan and clones, epilepsy and chronic illness, 13.1K

Yet another epileptic Obi-wan fic, this one through the lens of Kix and Cody. I am absolutely mesmerized by how this author writes, and I keep going back to this one over and over again.

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was - @pandora15 and lazarusII

Gen - Obi-Wan & Ahsoka, deathfic, 12.3K

The title says it all. You will be in pain.

heavy off a golden hue - @catboydogma

Codywan, hanahaki and chronic illness, 36.7K

This is a series which looks at Obi-Wan's life with chronic Hanahaki. This is such an amazing series, another set of fics I read in one sit-down.

Suddenly this is defeat - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 13.3K

This fic is in first-person POV and does an incredible job of portraying Obi-Wan's perspective on the events based on the episode Landing at Point Rain.

This incessant snow - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 20.7K

Part two to the above fic. Another extremely well-written fic. I absolutely adore the way Obi-Wan is written.

We Can Be Beautiful - OuzoAthena11

Codywan, panic attacks, 23.2K

The fic summary on ao3 says it best, "Five times Obi-Wan deals with anxiety or a panic attack and one time he causes minor anxiety in someone else." Really well written and soft fic.

Count My Little Scars I've Got Dozens Inside - nuclearturtle

Codywan (as adults), angst and de-aging, 27.1K

A de-aged Obi-Wan fic where Dooku attempts to gain his trust, but inevitably, doesn't. Very angsty. Extremely angsty.

Conjuring Miracles - @kcrabb88

Gen - Obi-Wan, Leia, Tala, Vader, PTSD, 29.8K

Another one by this author. In this fic, Tala doesn't get to Obi-Wan in time, and he ends up being taken with Leia to the the inquisitor base. There, he encounters Vader.

Rapture - @galateagalvanized

Codywan, depowered character, 62.5K

I think the summary on ao3 says it best, "An independent terrorist cell has developed a weapon capable of severing the bond between a Jedi and the Living Force. They test it on High General Obi-Wan Kenobi." Wonderful whump mixed with a great story, and of course, codywan.

Always Gold - happygiraffe

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, terminal illness/cancer, 10K

In this fic, Obi-Wan is dying of cancer and just wants the best for his padawan. Prepare yourself, this one hurts.

As an Obi-Wan whump writer myself, I can't help but throw a couple of my own here (not that these are by any means on par with the quality of the incredible fics above). I have linked a couple below if you are interested:

orbit me slowly

Codywan, burns and recovery, 15.3K

After an injury leaves Obi-Wan down and out, he realizes that time isn't as unlimited as he once believed

green is the colour

Codywan, sickfic and injury, 14K

Obi-Wan, sick with the flu, is cornered by hundreds of droids. Cody and Anakin come to his rescue, but there is unresolved tension between them.

Hope you all enjoy this list!

[vryfmi]

tagged by @yellowraincoat to make a poll of my favorite female characters

no pressure tags: @galriando @theladysherlock @skullism @lunyselene @redrobin-detective @honorarypines @this-was-a-terrible-idea

[ybklix]

𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚

☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!character

𐙚 genre - content - tags: fanfic / smut / romance / straight / misterio

Sinopsis: Cartas secretas. Acertijos que parecen no tener respuestas y una agobiante obsesión por ambos que parece dirigirse a un camino equivocado, qué tan lejos y qué tan dispuesto estaría él a llegar solo para conocer los más íntimos secretos de aquella chica que no puede sacarse de su mente y que alguna vez logró amar.

── ♡ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 ♡ ──

KNOW THAT I LOVED YOU SO BAD, I LET YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT

Cuando todos esperan todo de ti, o al menos algo similar a lo ya conocido; para alguien incontrolable y de espíritu libre como la joven Calliope, seguir un patrón de reglas era casi imposible. Seguir lo pasos de su familia, convertirse en algo por obligación la hacían querer estallar su corazón e inesperadamente entre la confusión, caos e irremediable laberinto de sentimientos, conoció a Chris, lo que al principio pareció ser el único lugar cálido en su vida, llegó a sobrecalentarse demasiado hasta volverse casi intocable. Ella era impredecible, desordenada a su manera y, para alguien como él, cuyo futuro planeó y construyó poco a poco, un desafío como ella no era más que algo increíblemente magnífico.

Porque, había algo en la joven Calliope, en su mirada y el sigilo de sus movimientos; realmente nunca se sabía con exactitud cuál sería su siguiente paso y eso él lo reconocía demasiado bien... escondía algo que dejaba a la vista de todos y a la vez de nadie pero al parecer solo una persona estaba verdaderamente cerca de descubrir tan inquietante secreto. Christopher Bahng nunca lo quiso dejar escapar, ni tampoco a ella... Ahora sólo se vive en el incertidumbre del mañana y las sensaciones pasajeras que algún día ella se las hizo sentir.

⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Su frustración y estrés podían verse a una milla de distancia y le aterraba que tales emociones pudiesen transminarse más allá de la habitación. Chris suspiró, sonrió incrédulo y pasó las manos por su cabello para luego pelliscarse la ligera capa de sus labios secos, pensando... en cómo algo que tan fugaz pero intenso, un amor rápido que consumía cada partícula en su interior, pudo llegar a algo así, cómo tan de pronto una persona que ama puede ser tan cínica.

No podía creer lo que leía.

Querido Chris,

Sé lo que intentan hacer. Queriéndose acercar cada vez a nuestro maravilloso secreto, monitorean tus movimientos y tratan de saber los míos, pero no te agobies que tengo todo controlado. Terminaré, quizá, lo que siempre quisiste de mí pero hasta entonces esto será lo ultimo que tendrás de mi procedencia.

Adiós, Chris. Volveré. Siempre tuya, Calli ♡

... the things you did, well i hope i was your favorite crime.

[trash-king18]

M pt. 1

disclaimer: before i say anything else, this was inspired by another persons post and i have been trying desperately to find it to ask for permission to post this. so if the creator finds this or someone knows what i’m talking about please tell me so i can tag them for credit or take it down if they want. Part 1 is almost entirely inspired by what i read but the rest is my work.

summary: reader is 26 and puerto rican from Brooklyn on her earth, she and Miguel are coworkers and they have an intense working relationship. plot takes place a couple months before the events of Across the Spider Verse

cw: 18+ minors dni, swearing, suggestive, angst, miguel is seemingly not in his right mind because of the spider dna and gets a little rough.

note: reader is spanish speaking, translations in italics under any and all spanish. however i picked up my spanish from puerto rican girls i played volleyball with in highschool and am trying to learn (because i’m going to be a tia soon!! and i want to make sure mis sobrinos y sobrinas grow up with the language) so if you’re fluent and things are wrong lo siento/sorry and feel free to correct me

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this is my first time writing or posting anything, be nice🫶🏼

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you and Miguel always had a different connection than everyone else at HQ. in the endless universes a surprising few spider people spoke spanish or were even not white. you were often spotted bickering ~en español~, and you enjoyed being the only one he allowed to talk back to him. you wouldn’t say you were friends, Miguel didn’t have friends, but you had more leeway with him than everyone else.. except probably lyla 

everyone thought he was just broody but to you he was a broody overgrown man child with a superiority complex and you never failed to take an opportunity to tell him off. 

—

“déjalo ya”

knock it off

he rolls his eyes turning his head away from you in every direction like a toddler that doesn’t want to eat the food on the spoon. 

he gets cranky on extraction days

“do i need to do the airplane”

he scowls at you 

right now you’re in the exam room in the back of your lab, there’s nothing much in there just the exam chair and the specialized vials you use for extracting and storing his venom. it was soundproofed and locked from the inside, per miguel’s request. 

he was a very private person. when he brought you onto the team to create an injection to help keep him.. subdued he was very specific that it be kept between you two 

“you’re extra grumpy today, what’s wrong jefe”

boss

“no te preocupa”

it doesnt concern you 

you turn to look at him skeptically but his eyes are hard set and while he allows you to tease him within these four walls, emphasis on allows, you know better than to push especially when he hasn’t had an injection in a while

“ahora vamos, let’s get this over with”

cmon now

“do we have to do this today i’m really very busy”

“si! now open”

you push the viles up towards his face hoping he’ll just cooperate. but as per usual, no such luck 

he pushes your hands away over and over 

you sigh in exasperation 

“seriously?”

you feel like you’re trying to get your nephew to eat his peas 

he just looks at you smirking slightly, he thinks he’s won. 

“eso es suficiente por hoy.”

that’s enough for today

he starts to get up, but if there’s one thing that always works when your sobrinos are acting up it’s letting your inner tia out 

“Miguel O’hara! usted no es un bebé, así que deja de actuar como uno! ahora siéntate.”

you are not a baby so stop acting like one, now sit 

he stops in his tracks and sits back down. he looks sort of shocked, you’ve never actually yelled at him, you don’t think anyone’s yelled at him in years, but he is particularly frustrating today. 

he grumbles under his breath like a boy who got scolded by his mama 

“lo siento” 

im sorry

you turn around to put gloves on since your sure he’s going to make you do this the hard way. you expect you’ll have to hold them in place so he doesn’t try and take them out early 

“eres insoportable”

you’re unbearable 

“what was that?”

you breath out. 

“nothing”

your back is still turned so you can’t see his bemused half smile

you turn back around with the viles in your hand again and he’s no longer smiling. you can never tell if he hates doing this because its uncomfortable, it wounds his pride, or he hated being vulnerable but you assumed all the above. but he’s a grown man, a very large very attractive, grown man. who also happens to be the most disagreeable person you’ve ever met. 

“you gonna cooperate now?”

“i make no promises”

he smirks 

you scowl and it drops off his face immediately 

apologetic was a new look on him, it was sort of hot. 

too bad it didn’t last.

“seriously though, Y/N, i have a lot to do right now I really don’t have time for this”

“well if you’d actually do it yourself like i asked we wouldn’t have to do this”

he looks at you unimpressed. he knows and you know that as soon as he wants to get up he will and there’s nothing you can do. but he has one bottle of the suppressant left and he’s not the only one feeling stubborn today. 

as soon as you try to get him to bite the vials again he starts resisting you.

“Y/N stop”

you ignore him 

“Y/N.” he warns you 

“just sit still”

“No! will you—“

you cut him off by climbing on top of him and trying to force his hand off to the sides. it worked.. for a second 

until he grabs your wrists and just stares at you in shock. 

“really?”

“I-“ you stutter his red eyes are staring into you 

his hands still gripping your wrists but you steady yourself

“abrir”

open up 

“no.”

you put on your best tia voice again

“~Miguel~”

he raised his brow at you 

he relents and let’s go of your hands 

but he doesn’t open his mouth 

you wait expectantly but he turns his head away again

you give him an annoyed look he looks at you out of the corner of his eye but doesn’t turn back 

“don’t make me pry your mouth open”

“id like to see you try”

“you know what spider boy i’ve had enough of your attitude today”

you start to climb off 

“just get out of my chair”

but your surprised when he stops you, you feel his hands on your hips. 

you look back at him and practically growl 

“what now”

now it’s his turn to be surprised. he doesn’t let go of you but you feel his hands loosen. 

“I- im sorry”

never in a million years did you think you’d hear  miguel o’hara apologize to anyone but he seems genuine. 

“i just.. i don’t- i don’t like-” 

“save it. i don’t care about your feelings and i’m not here to help you work through your emotional constipation i just want to get this done.”

he stares at you and you fully expect him to just pick you up off him and leave… but he just starts laughing. another thing you didn’t expect to hear. it’s a full laugh leaving his fangs exposed 

you just sit there staring at him confused 

“guess i’m not the only grumpy one today huh”

but instead of making a sarcastic quip you took the opportunity and leaned forward with one gloved hand and peal his upper lip up and put the viles on his fangs before he can react. 

he mumbles trying to talk with the viles in his mouth 

“que diablos!”

what the hell

he tried to pull your arm away from his face but you swat his hand away 

he grumbles a series of curses but you hold the viles in place 

“cállate.”

shut up

you use your thumb to tug his lower lip down slightly to make sure his lower fangs are in good condition. he finally sits still but you can feel his hot breath, you know he’s not happy. 

but you couldn’t care less. 

as you wait for the venom to finish dripping from his fangs you become aware of how compromising a position the two of you are in. his hands are resting on your thighs and youve propped yourself on his chest with your hands 

not to mention the lowlights in the room because of his headaches. 

his eyes are closed, he refuses to look at you. 

the tension is thick and you desperately want to get off but you don’t trust him not to pull the viles off so you pretend to check the wrest of his teeth.. which are perfect of course. 

he shifts under you and you can’t help but notice the creases in his forehead. you almost feel bad. 

he’s not like the other spider people, he’s literally half spider. which gives him heightened senses and insane reflexes, but sometimes it also means his emotions and actions can get out of his control. that’s what the suppressor was for, helped him keep hold of the reigns but you know he didn’t like having to do it this way. 

unfortunately for him, his venom was the base for it and you couldn’t make it without it. 

finally the vials were filled and you go to take them off. he cracks his jaw while you seal them. you place them in the pocket of your lab coat. 

“now. was that so bad?”

he rolls his eyes

you sense that you may have pushed too far this time so you move to get up but he holds you in place. 

“just so we’re clear—“

his eyes darken 

“don’t. do that again”

your breath catches. you nod and start to shift but he holds you in place 

“and Y/N”

you look at him warily 

he grabs your chin and leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear

“never call me spider boy”

you say nothing 

he smiles against your ear 

“comprendida?”

understand 

you let out a shaky breath 

“si”

he holds you like that

“miguel?”

“shhh”

he hushes you as he slowly moves down and ghosts over the skin of your neck with his lips 

he opens his mouth and gently runs his fangs over your skin 

you let out a light breathy moan before you can stop yourself 

your face flushes but he doesn’t let go 

“are you going to bite me… spider boy”

he growls against your skin 

you know it’s stupid but even after seeing him at his worst and most untamed you have a hard time believing he would hurt you intentionally 

but still you shouldn’t have teased you were just in shock that this was actually happening. 

“i told you—“

“not to call you that? you may be my boss miguel o’hara but i will not let you tell me what to do”

his grip on your chin tightens slightly but it’s not bruising  

his hand holds the crease of your thigh 

he chuckles deeply 

“would you like to test that”

he pulls back to look at you 

“niña bonita”

pretty girl 

he looks at you through his eyelashes with those scarlet eyes his hair falling into his face and fangs just slightly peaking out over his lips 

he starts to question himself internally 

but you just whisper 

“eres tan hermoso Miguel”

you’re so beautiful 

now he’d never admit it but hearing you say his name always made him feel some type of way. like he wanted to hear you say it.. over and over

and the entire time you we’re on top of him he was fighting to keep his breathing under control 

he’s still holding your chin 

he holds the scowl on his face

inside though he’s just fighting to keep control 

he can smell everything, your vanilla perfume, the sanitizer, the latex, but underneath everything he just smells you. your scent is intoxicating right now,  he had grown used to it, you had been physically close before. but not like this, not when he was like this. 

his brow furrowed in frustration. he hasn’t gone this long without an injection in a long time and it was starting to cloud his head. 

You search his eyes, but they’re closed off as ever. his breath is slowly getting heavier 

you snap him out of it suddenly when he hears his name the second time 

you had spoken softly at first but even though he was looking right at you he didn’t seem to hear you 

“Miguel?… i’m going to get an injection ready..ok?”

you look over him warily 

he just keeps looking at you but he slowly comes back to himself. and you finally notice a tiny spark of something under the annoyance and frustration. 

he’s nervous. 

you knew he hated when he couldn’t control himself, it was the whole reason you had this job. But you had never actually seen it manifest as anything other than a sour attitude. 

“O’hara puedes oírme?”

can you hear me

he blinks hard and drops your face. he clears his throat abruptly 

“si”

“i’m gonna get an injection”

he catches your wrist, it’s quick but gentle 

“no”

he’s staring into your eyes intensely 

“save it until the new batch is ready, i’m going to need it.”

“you need it now”

“ay will you just listen to me for once for once por favor”

he holds your wrist and moves so that you have to look at his eyes. you know he’s right, which is infuriating 

you huff 

“fine.”

his lip quirked slightly, satisfied that you actually listened for once

you sit there for a moment in awkward silence before he finally drops his soft hold on your wrist and you awkwardly clamber off, a difficult task considering how… large he was. 

you go to the counter and start to get the viles ready. 

he doesn’t move from the chair  just watches you work. 

you can feel his eyes on you. 

“uhm i’ll have the next round ready by tomorrow morning, so you’re good to go.”

you don’t hear him get up, of course. you never understood, half spider or not, how such a large man could move without being seen or heard. 

you just feel his presence behind you. 

he doesn’t say anything. 

“seriously o’hara out of my lab”

he could tell you were frustrated with him, which wasn’t unusual but now it lacked the usual playfulness. 

he finally speaks. 

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware”

he sighs in frustration 

“i mean— it’s late. you should go home.”

“im good.”

you know as frustrating as you insist on being i am  still your boss and i am telling you to go home. this can wait until the tomorrow.

you turn around

“that’s not up to you.”

“oh it’s not?”

“no. you brought me here to develop this serum but you also did it because deep down you don’t trust yourself not to do something you’ll regret”

he grabs you again and snarls in your face. 

too far. 

and yet today you don’t care something, maybe not an entirely innocent something, just wanted to egg him on more than usual. 

“see?”

“no trates de decirme por qué hago lo que hago”

do not try to tell me why i do what i do 

you just stand there inches away from one another. he towers over you. you don’t back down and he doesn’t let go. he’s seething, you’re done with his bullshit 

but you’re trapped. not just by his body but his eyes. you feel like a bug caught in his web. 

your eyes dart to his lips and back. 

he notices, you know he can feel your heartbeat quicken, he can probably sense the flush on your kneck. 

and your certain he feels the chills creep down your spine as he leans in closer. 

you whisper 

“que estás haciendo?”

what are you doing 

he leans in more so your lips are almost touching before answering 

“no lo sé”

i don’t know 

you lean into it just enough that your lips ghost over one another. your arm slips up so your hand can grab the back of his neck. 

your lips chase one another gently but never quite touch. 

you’re so close. it’s taking every last ounce of restraint not to just pick you up and indulge every thought racing through his mind. but he knows he can’t, not right now, not like this. 

he pulls back so suddenly you almost fall over 

“go home, you can finish tomorrow.”

“i- wha- o’hara what the fuck?”

he storms out of your lab without another word leaving you breathless and confused. 

[smileflowcr]

“Tú quieres ver el Universo bajo el caos del fuego y hielo, aunque no niego que sería un espectáculo interesante y divertido.” Por el momento las discusiones de ambos capitanes solo eran verbales, rozaban por el más mínimo detalle, desde la coordenada elegida para el próximo viaje hasta la forma que ambos tenía de dar órdenes. “Tengo entendido que el padre de mi capitán y el de Jisu vienen peleando de antes que naciéramos.” O algo así le habían comentado los Jun cuando ya tenía tiempo en la tripulación, una rivalidad de cuando el capitán del Oberón era policía. Que increíble las vueltas de la vida, ahora sus tres hijos partieron un viaje por las estrellas en busca de tesoros. Hyuk sonríe cuando lo tiene cerca, dejando que la esencia de laurel aparezca, la tenía bajo control precisamente para no desviar la atención de sus deberes, sin embargo con Seongyeol tocándolo era casi imposible. “Supongo que esa regla puede romperse para que te mantengas despierto, ¿No?” recalca las últimas palabras con una voz más seductora en respuesta a las acciones del menor, siguiendo los pasos de este y acariciando con la yema de los dedos una de las mejillas. “También podrías aprender de mecánica y ayudar con las naves, o simplemente ver cómo el alfa que tanto te gusta luce sus músculos en el trabajo. Tú eliges, dulzura.” Jugar con el artillero era arriesgar la vida, pero ahora decide sucumbir ante sus deseos y dejar un rápido beso bajo la oreja.

Seongyeol  frunce  los  labios  en  una  especie  de  puchero  cuando  le  advierten  que  tiene  que  tener  cuidado,  sabiendo  que  efectivamente,  ser  imprudente  y  descuidado  eran  una  de  sus  muchas  cualidades.  -  —No  sé  quedarme  callado,  tendré  que  advertirle  a  Jisu-noona  para  que  le  patee  el  trasero  a  tu  capitán  —  -no  es  que  alguien  de  la  tripulación  del  Titania  le  cayese  mal,  o  pensara  que  Wonyoung  estaba  realmente  loca,  solo  no  le  gustaba  compartir  sus  juguetes  ni  compartir  el  espacio  con  otra  persona  y  a  la  chica  le  veía  más  que  a  sus  propios  amigos.  Era  cuestión  de  acostumbrarse,  pero  deberían  darle  el  tiempo  necesario  para  eso.  El  artillero  cierra  la  caja  de  música  y  la  vuelve  a  echar  sobre  el  montón  de  cachivaches,  percibiendo  la  esencia  del  alfa  y  el  calor  de  su  cuerpo  cerca,  girando  el  cuerpo  lo  justo  para  observarlo.  -  —Todo  es  culpa  del  Fobos  y  el  Oberón,  nuestros  padres  de  verdad  tienen  riñas  pasadas  que  Jisu-noona  y  Sakmin-hyung  han  traído  al  presente  —  -Seongyeol  toma  una  instancia  coqueta  de  nuevo,  acercándose  peligrosamente  a  su  espacio  personal  para  posar  las  manos  sobre  el  torso  del  otro,  riendo  despacio.  -  —¿No  recibiste  el  memo  de  no  alimentar  el  gremlin  luego  de  la  media  noche?  Tomaré  algunas  gomitas,  patatas  fritas  y  un  jugo  —  -se  separa  para  ahora  acercarse  a  la  mesa,  tecleando  un  poco  para  conseguir  abrir  el  mini  frigorífico,  rebuscando  como  si  fuese  propio.

[laufire]

Thank you @redhoodinternaldialectical for tagging me!

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

favourite colour: any shade of purple/lilac/violet/etc. also maroon/burgundy. also deep blues. that whole spectrum xD

last song: I was out partying last night and it was actually some techno song I couldn't name (it was good though), but the last song I actually remember and can tell you is Aloisio's "Flashbacks". Some eye-roll worthy lines but admittedly "Por ti me arrodillo y no te llamas Mary / No eres la muerte pero eres parecida" does things to me.

currently reading: I'm still going through "Burning Your Boats", a compillation of Angela Carter's short stories, and "Olvidado Rey Gudú" by Ana María Matute, both of which I'll finish this month. I also started reading my ARC of "We Will Devour The Night" by Camilla Andrews (aka @aninkwellofnectar) and caught up with the chapters she's posted of part three of the series (The Essence of the Equinox) in her ko-fi \o/

And, as usual, I'm reading through... many comics. I'm actually going to embarrass myself and list them lol. I'm completing some characters' appearances (prime earth!Jason, new earth's Cass, Steph, Talia, Leslie, Mia), almost done Green Arrow '01 and No Man's Land... + I started Devin Grayson's Catwoman's run (A++ so far!), Suicide Squad '87, and The Death of Superman.

Aaaand I'm keeping up with some ongoing runs. Monstress, Saga (IT'S BACK), Robin Lives, The Boy Wonder, Zatanna: Bring Down the House, Batman '89: Echoes, Batman: Dark Age, Batman: Justice Buster, WFA, Batman: Off-World, Ram V's 'Tec, Batman: Gargoyle of Gotham

currently watching: currently I'm on pause (I'm away on vacation) but when I'm back I'll continue watching old DCAU shows and FINALLY watch part 2 of The Glory. And finishing season 7 of stacked100, since I didn't even watch yesterday's episode lol.

currently craving: an hysterectomy.

coffee or tea: teaaaaaaa, always.

hobby to try: writing poetry. Attempts have been made but I want to go for it lol.

current au: "ooooohhh I got a million of these going at all times" <- same lmao. I'm just going to name the few I'm most focused on rn:

Young Justice: FÉNIX. That One Long Idea About Jason Reuniting With Everyone in the YJTV verse. It will include at least one additional (waaaay shorter, thankfully) story.

Damon & Elena, Marriage of Doom. I'm going to get so MEAN about this one <3

Mia & Jason Dollhouse AU!!

Jason Survives ADITF/No Death in the Family. What is says. Long series expanding from immediately post ADITF to the end of new earth añsdlfjasf. In my head, at least. You will see different versions of Knightfall, No Man's Land, Joker: Last Laugh, Murderer?/Fugitive, War Games/UTRH, and so on...

This ~future canon series that takes inspiration from some elements from A Lonely Place of Living and Duke's story but places them in New Earth. It includes a Damibats story with Damian and Colin as recent exes, a Jaytim story, TWO Jason & Duke stories, and another one where Chris Kent parent traps a divorced Clois. For now xD

Amnesiac Jason. Jason has suffered a psych attack and Bruce gets some creative licenses when he "fixes" him :)))

I'm gonna stop there. For all our sakes lol.

tagging (no pressure): @missbrunettebarbie @blairwaldcrf @wowthatsextra @mircallaruthven @lichfucker

@jaynotwayne @nastasyafilippovnas @danystargaryens @snowdropsandtigers

[sylvienerevarine]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by the wonderful, the elegant, the fabulous @blossom-adventures and @wispstalk! I love rambling about Literature (for the purpose of this exercise, Literature is defined as "stories about weird women in fantasy universes making bad puns")

I tag @elavoria, @bretongirlwrites, @thequeenofthewinter, and @oblivions-dawn <3

How many works do you have on AO3? 49, going back to the far-distant year of 2014.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 356,015. Damn

What fandoms do you write for? The Elder Scrolls universe, the Tolkien legendarium. Side note: isn't it funny how many more Silmarillion than Skyrim fics there are? Skyrim was one of the most popular games of the 2010s and the Silmarillion is an incoherent LOTR prequel that reads like the Bible. Wild.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Guess Who's Coming to Mordor (477), Fraternity (300), Wrong Side of the Bed (286), Hubris (186), Uncles (181). These are all Tolkien fics. Don't worry about it.

Do you respond to comments? Usually, unless I can't think of a clever enough reply or I just forget to.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Considering that Saint Sylvie is basically just a collection of comedy shorts, it has a surprisingly angsty ending.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? In the Tolkien Fandom, The Fine Art of Being Prepared. In the TES-verse, Land of Ash and Heart.

Do you get hate on fics? Very rarely. I occasionally get folks pointing out typos which is embarrassing but honestly, probably needed.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? ...yes, but I almost never post it on AO3.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Ok bear with me here. I once wrote a crossover between my original novel, set in 1860s Vienna, and the long-ass Victorian Tolkien AU that occupied my entire brain from 2018-2020.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, and if I did, I'd summon the Constables.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I once had a Tolkien fic translated into Vietnamese. It was an honor. I do not speak Vietnamese.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Not exactly, though I have co-written a series! (aforementioned Victorian au)

What’s your all-time favourite ship? From TES, Sophrine/Roggi. I am the only person who has ever written for this pairing. I am a hipster.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I refuse to give up on any of my WIPs. Someday they will be done!

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, comedy, romance, introspection.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes. I hate them.

Thoughts on writing dialogue on another language in a fic? I sometimes do, like if it's strictly necessary for one character to swear at another in Hungarian.

First fandom you wrote for? The Silmarillion.

Favourite fic you’ve written? Oooof.... Land of Ash and Heart isn't terribly popular but I love it, ok. It's weird and emotional and loosely inspired by Mamma Mia 2. Read it.

[sayitan]

★ ⸻ GENERAL

name : neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan

title(s) : pathfinder / nightshade

gender : cis man

age : 15 ( verse dependent )

birthday : year 2155

place of birth :  wur'txayo ( chill fields )

spoken & understood language(s) :  na'vi, english

sexual preference :  pansexual

occupation(s) : tsamsiyu ( warrior ) / taronyu ( hunter )

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color :  golden yellow

hair color :  black

height : 8'2''

major scars :  mound of scar tissue centered upon his back, only several centimeters right of his spine ( verse dependent )

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

color : magenta / violet

song :  tua

food :  yerik niktsyey

drink :  mauti'näk

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university :  passed his iknimaya, yes

had sex : no

had sex in public : no

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant : no

kissed a boy : no

kissed a girl : no

gotten tattoos : no

gotten piercings :  no

stayed up for more than 24 hours :  yes

★ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin : yes

a cuddler : yes

a kisser : would be

scared easily :  no

jealous easily : no

trustworthy : yes

dominant :  yes and no, depends on circumstances and individuals involved

submissive :  sometimes yes

in love : no

single :  no

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves :  yes

thought of suicide : no ( verse dependent )

attempted suicide :  no

wanted to kill someone :  yes

have / had a job : yes.

have any fears :  yes

★ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s) :  3, 2 younger sisters, 1 younger brother

parent(s) :  tsyeyk suli, neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite

children : no

significant other :  none

pet(s) :  none ( his bonded ikran, amhan'sre )

tagged : seen on @prcspcr tagging : @tahnisreu, @tarsyu, @prvtocol, @alootus, @beltraised, @djaerin, @d4gangera, @fiercengineer, @gggno ( clem ), @jeditrash

[nekoannie-chan]

Costo

Título: Costo.

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América, The Gifted.

Pareja: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Amigos).

Palabras: 540 palabras.

Cuadro: B1 “Ganancia a corto plazo con costo a largo plazo.”

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Steve le pidió ayuda a Clarice.

Advertencias: Mención de traición.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

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2016

Clarice miró con extrañeza el mensaje que acababa de llegar a su celular, únicamente podría significarse una sola cosa, y tal vez toda la tranquilidad que habían tenido hasta el momento, podría verse interrumpida.

Clarice llegó a la hora indicada al lugar, no había dejado de tener ese extraño presentimiento, simplemente quería saber que es lo que estaba ocurriendo. Unos minutos después, de entre las sombras, Steve salió.

—¿Qué es lo que pasa, Cap? —ella preguntó, pudo notar enseguida la preocupación de él en su rostro.

—Clarice, necesito tu ayuda, más bien la de los mutantes del subterráneo —Steve dijo con un tono serio, suspiró antes de continuar hablando. —Los Acuerdos de Sokovia están afectando a todos los superhéroes, pero sobre todo a los mutantes, varios están siendo encerrados y sabes perfectamente que es lo que seguirá.

Clarice frunció el ceño, esta vez la situación parecía más sombría, no querían volver a estar escapando, siendo perseguidos de nuevo por los Centinelas.

—Estoy contigo, Cap. Pero necesitaré explicaciones más detalladas. ¿Cómo podemos ayudar?

—Necesito llevar a Bucky a un lugar seguro y luego podemos planear una buena estrategia para hacer ver ante el Congreso que Ross está completamente equivocado —Steve respondió.

—Marcos y John se pueden encargar de eso, tal vez van a necesitar ayuda de Lorna. Podríamos usar a Esme para convencerlos…

—No, sin poderes, debe de ser con argumentos —Steve pidió, aún tenía esperanza de que podía convencerlos, de que pudieran ver que Bucky no era el culpable.

—Cap, a veces los humanos pueden ser complicados… sin ofender.

—Lo que necesito es que Bucky esté a salvo, él no…

—Lo sé, Esme nos dijo, pero deberías tener cuidado con Stark, no dudará ni un segundo en traicionarlos —Clarice advirtió.

—¿También podrían ayudarme a conseguir las pruebas?

—Podríamos intentarlo, no aseguro nada.

Clarice hizo algunas llamadas, tenían que crear un plan rápido, por lo que sabían todo estaba avanzando demasiado en poco tiempo y estaban seguros de que en menos de una semana, ya no estarían seguros.

—Cap, sin importar lo que pase, solo recuerde, que el costo que ellos tendrán que pagar si cometen el error de aprobarlos, será muy grande a futuro, porque nunca lograran llamar ni reunir a un equipo a tiempo —Clarice sentenció.

2018

Steve miraba a su alrededor intentando comprender lo que acababa de ocurrir, no entendió como era posible que no hubieran podido detener a Thanos… solo que no habían tenido el tiempo suficiente para armar un plan que fuese efectivo… pero realmente no había sido su culpa.

Volteó a ver al grupo de mutantes, casi podía escuchar cómo le repetían lo que unos años antes Clarice le había dicho, no tenía ahora porqué sentirse culpable.

—¿¡Cómo es posible que no lo hayan detenido?!¿Cómo se supone que lidiaremos con todo este desastre? —Ross increpó.

—Eso no es algo que sea de nuestra incumbencia, hace unos años, alguien me dio que el costo que ustedes tendrían que pagar en el futuro al aprobar los Acuerdos sería muy alto, y así es. Hágase usted y todos lo que los aprobaron responsables, ya que no supieron detectar una amenaza a tiempo, busquen una solución —Steve sentenció, para luego levantarse y dejar la sala.