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By The Light Of The Second Moon

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

chapter eighteen: all that glitters

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your dazzling new life on Coruscant is not all that you dreamed it would be. RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 6.7k CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Listed beneath the cut. CHAPTER SONGS: without you, ursine vulpine, annaca. love you more, llynks. A/N: Hello lovely readers. A friend's OC appears in this chapter - Risha was created by @elledjarin. A big thank you to her for letting me write her character. Apologies for the absence, I needed a break. But now I'm back and ready to finally wrap up this story. Beware, this is an angsty one. Eternally grateful for your support, El ♡

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: loneliness, confusion, betrayal, trauma response, panic attack, threat, violence, murder.

Chapter Eighteen All That Glitters

“Keep your head down,” instructs Maul rather sternly, draping you in one of his inky black robes. He slowly lifts the large hood to hide your face, his touch lingering, as though he is hesitant to hide you away. He then raises his hood, concealing his own distinctive features. He takes your small bag, filled with all your belongings in the galaxy, and grips your shaking fingers in his own. Without a further word, he gently helps you down the entry ramp and to the surface of the planet, and into the very heart of the Republic, the thriving hub of the Core worlds.

The next few hours swarm with urgent movement. Time streams past you like the leaves of the Great Wood in autumn winds. Maul was able to stealthily land the starship in a vast docking station, and the gleaming durasteel of its flooring looks as though it stretches on forever. Your legs quiver with each step you take, the metallic thud of your footsteps foreign to ears so used to soil. Your stomach turns with every industrial sound, with every droid that buzzes by, each bright artificial light hurting your eyes. The constant flurry of people makes your strained vision swim with vertigo. All different kinds of people you have never seen before, so many people. You and Maul move swiftly, hand in hand, going up and down platforms, in and out of carriages that shoot you through the vast city. This vibrant forever city. It never seems to end.

Maul takes complete control, so knowing and determined, his eyes fixed forward beneath his hood, silent. Every so often he places his palm on your lower back, as if to check that you're still standing. His competence is an anchor to the commotion of the newness around you, a comfort to your complete ignorance and lack of understanding. You don’t have much choice other than to trust that he knows what is best for you. Your anxiety builds with every step, his words from the starship ringing in your ears. You look up to try and distract yourself, watch for the clouds or the stars or the moons - but all you can see are buildings. You can no longer even see the sky, now you are so deeply entrenched in this city-planet.

As you whizz through this strange and unfamiliar metropolis, you find yourself circling back to the same fixation to cope with the chaos of this new place. Your fear is held back in your own strange, disconnected way. You focus on a silent quest that you have never had the opportunity to embark on before. You realise that you are looking at each person you pass in their face, scouring their features for something, some kind of recognition. After what feels like an hour you make sense of what you are doing: that you are seeking the features of her. Your Mother. You see her in each of the hundreds of skin tones, each new race, each gender and style of person. You see her in the odd buskers that play strange instruments on the streets, you see her in the women that huddle together and squeak at one another in excitement. You see her in the parents that coddle their children, in the street vendors and market stall owners, the pompous folk strutting around in flowing robes as though they are floating. But you mainly see her in the faces of those who suffer. You see her in the bodies that litter the ground, without an aim or a home. You see her in the drunken souls that shout and holler through the crowds, the crying children and angry men. You see her in those that wander the streets in obvious involuntary solitude. You surprise yourself, because though it is spiteful, you catch yourself hoping that you will see her in a state similar to those that have clearly been broken by the unkindness of living. You want to see her intoxicated, destitute and alone. Because one question spins through your mind as Maul leads you through the biggest city in the universe, as resentment and fury burns inside your guts.

How could she leave you?

You wonder if she would recognise you, if she saw you now. If she’d cry in relief, disbelief or amazement. If she’d shrivel up in shame. What if she has a whole new family? That last thought forms a lump in your throat, and suddenly you want her to feel pain, feel your pain: the pain that she caused by leaving you. Any understanding or empathy you held for her now dissipates in the hot, polluted air. You are shaking now, not with trepidation, but with rage. Your temper blossoms wildly, replacing all of your apprehension and excitement. Your eyes sting with the threat of unshed, wrathful tears. Maul does not react, though you know he must be sensing your discontent. He pulls you along, holds your hand a little tighter, and you continue your silent search for your mother in the faces of strangers.

The more time that passes, the more people, speeders, noises, smells and sights you encounter. The more unique faces that you interrogate with scowling eyes. Until soon, Maul stops, and sits you down gently on a bench in what appears to be a small food district, placing your belongings at your side. You keep your eyes tracked on him, wide, disbelieving. Your own rage is set aside as you notice that Maul seems agitated, as though he is on edge and raring to separate himself from you. Your stomach drops, fury transforming into dread, as you are suddenly and vibrantly aware of his wishes, of how naive you have been. His true nature dawns on you once again, his priorities, his life’s purpose. The conversation you had with him in the starship comes back to you once more, and you wonder what tiny sliver of significance you even are to him? What space, if any, do you take up in his cold, brutal hearts?

“Stay here. Do not talk to anybody. I have somewhere I need to be.” You blink at him, unable to compute his callousness. “I will return in good time.”

Is he serious? But before you can object, he swiftly steps backwards, is lost to the heaving crowds, and is gone. And though you are sitting in the heart of the most densely populated location in existence, you have never felt so terribly, unfathomably alone.

At first you are unsure what to do with yourself, and sit on your bench with a straight back, nervous and intimidated by all the people around you, hyper aware of their proximity. You watch them all, still unable to prevent yourself from looking for your Mother. All these people. People who so easily ignore you, walking by as though you are not even sitting there.

It isn’t long until you notice your stomach rumbling. To distract yourself from the shock of being dumped in some strange place by Maul to fend for yourself, you eye up the range of strange alien cuisines, wondering what each would taste like. Your gaze settles on a four armed man who is tossing up something into the air...odd looking pieces of…bread?

“I wouldn’t…if I were you,” comes a soft voice to your left.

The voice is shy, even sweet. But it still makes you jump. “E-Excuse me?”

“That particular dish does not suit human appetites.”

You turn towards the sound of the voice and see the speaker. She is a woman of a species you have never encountered before. She is rather tall, and has skin of the brightest and most compelling blue. Her skin is like the sky on the Planet in midsummer, and the markings on her face are as white as the clouds. Instead of hair atop her head there are two large horn-shaped growths that reach upwards in the direction of the planet’s surface, and beneath them, framing her face are three long appendages; one hanging behind her at her back, and two in front of each shoulder. You recognise that they are similar to the lekku of the Twi'leks, and you wonder where she comes from. She has thick white stripes across the blue of them, and once again you are reminded of cloud-touched skies. The woman slips onto the bench beside you, and you hear the delicate tinkle of her silver jewellery that adorns her head, face, wrists.

“You’re new here,” she says as a matter of fact.

“Oh,” you reply. “Is it so obvious?”

“Kind of,” she pauses, a little hesitant, and then leans closer. “I like your accent. I don’t think I have heard anything quite like that before. Can I ask where you are from?”

Accent? It never dawned on you that you’d have one. “Very far away,” you reply awkwardly. After a pause you realise that the stranger would probably appreciate a better answer. “Well, I …I think the planet is known as Sushariel.”

“The outer rim?” she asks curiously.

“Yes.”

“Ah,” she says, and purses her lips slightly. You recognise in her expression a stunted curiosity. You can see her refraining from asking more of you about where you came from, what world you left behind. It is then that you can see yourself in her, that glint of excitement when meeting somebody new, from so many stars away. What stories and experiences come with such a soul?

“Is it your first time on Coruscant?” she enquiries politely.

“Yes, it is.”

“I know how daunting and exciting that can be. I moved here from my home planet not long ago. Coruscant is a magnificent place, but a little overwhelming at first.”

You nod in agreement, reminding yourself to take a deep breath. You inhale the sweet and spicy scents of a multitude of foods being bought and sold around you. The odd aromas alongside the tall woman’s voice begin to ground you slightly. However, you are still wrecked with such an engulfing sense of isolation and anxiety that you are unable to respond, but: you have stopped instinctively looking for your Mother. A wave of relief settles across your shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Risha.” Risha flashes you a warm smile, and you feel your eyes prickle with tears at her sincerity and kindness. You tell her your name in return, and find yourself thanking the stars that such a gracious woman found her way to your side at your time of such fervent loneliness and upheaval.

"What kind of food do you like?”

“Well...we eat a lot of fruit where I come from.”

Risha points at a small stall to the north side of the food court in response, where a small elderly Duros woman hunches over a stall of what appears to be fruits of varying shapes and sizes. “Try anything from Old Dira over there. She has the sweetest produce in this quadrant.” She flashes you a smirk. “Those shiny little green berries are my favourite.”

“Thank you, so much,” you manage to say. “I would have no idea where to begin.”

A beeping noise begins to flare from a pocket at her waist. “Stars,” Risha mutters, silencing a strange looking device. “I have to go, I’m going to be late for class.” She stands up, straightening a pretty sash at her hips, that hangs down her legs, over her long, flowing skirt. Her clothing is light and breezy, and reminds you of those that you once owned in girlhood. Her sparkling jewellery twinkles under the glare of the bright lights, and you are struck by how pretty she is. Your hands start to twitch, gravitating to your sketching tools in your bag. How badly you would like to draw this warm, thoughtful stranger. Then she asks, “where are you staying?”

You do not know what to say in response. Where are you staying? Where are you going to go? What if Maul doesn’t come back?

“I haven’t quite figured it out yet,” you try to sound casual instead of panicked. “There were complications. I have a…a… friend who is figuring it out now.”

“That’s okay! These things happen.” Risha smiles in understanding, though she seems hesitant to leave you by yourself. “I study at the University, and I am often on shift in the library. Visit me? I’d love to hear about your home planet.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely. It has been so nice to meet you, Risha. Thanks for your advice.”

She bows her head and walks away, and you watch her meander through the crowd, a tall blue beacon of grace and compassion. You suddenly feel less broken after your encounter with her. Your belief in the kindness of strangers flares back to life, and you smile widely looking toward the fruit stall Risha recommended. Maul’s betrayal and rather stark apathy still stings, of course, but the coursing joy of hope roars in your veins. You are in a glittering, bright new world.

You are about to head over to buy some berries, but soon remember that you have no money to make a purchase. Your face licks with heat, embarrassment at your own stupidity and ignorance. How are you going to do anything without money? How are you going to do anything without Maul? The thought makes your insides lurch slightly, trepidation and dread twisting your stomach. You look down at your feet, awash with a sense of foreboding, but then you notice a little glint in your peripheral vision. On the bench at your side are a few strange pieces of rectangular durasteel. Republic credits, “accidentally” left behind, courtesy of your new friend Risha.

Moons bless you, Risha.

You vow to visit the library, to pay her back her kindness as soon as you can.

You nibble on the strange little berries you bought from Old Dira. They are good, sweeter than any fruit on your home planet, and the tiny bursts of fructose slightly soothe your bleating worries. With no sign of Maul, you find yourself growing restless and decide to go for a walk, to stretch your legs and see what the city has to offer. If you're lucky, even clear your mind a little. You conversed with the elderly lady as you made your purchase, asking if there was anything to see nearby. She did not speak much, but pointed upwards with her long pale green fingers, indicating that you should head up as high as you can. So now you wander, berries in hand, bag on your shoulder. Exploring, using what is left of your credits to pay for fast transport upwards.

You eventually arrive on a large platform, high enough on the surface that you are looking out upon the city. Speeders and taxis zip across the sky in orderly yet swiftly moving queues of traffic. The lights from the buildings are endless, there are an infinite amount of them, each one filled with souls from all walks of life. It is still so incomprehensible how many people there are here.

And your Mother may be one of them.

You breathe away the thought, relinquishing her hold on you, if only for the moment, to look up at the sky. It is so hazy, strangely muted and blurred, so unlike the clarity of the skies of your home planet. You are unaware of the time, but assume it is the early evening by the dusky birch colour of the sky.

You walk the length of the platform, passing the multitudes of strangers. Watching them. Couples stroll arm in arm, workers jest with one another, lone joggers exercise. You lean against the railings, surveying the forever city, totally unsure of what to do next. When should you return to the spot Maul left you? Has he truly left you? Does he have any intention of returning? What does he expect of you? Should you even go back? You imagine disappearing into the city, hiding behind the many people here, responding to his apathy by abandoning him in return out of sheer spite. Never to see him again. You resent how much heartache the idea induces, how the possibility of living without him is entirely shattering. How likely that possibility is...

Your melancholy is broken by the cheers and laughter of a group of young adults walking in your direction. They look like party goers by their attire, and they holler together like a strange, joyful choir. Colourful limbs wrap around each other, their voices whooping and singing. Rich in hope, melodic. You ponder the occasion, envy the comfort of a large group of friends, of being so known. How does it feel to be a part of such mirthful exultation?

A pretty Mirialan woman in the group giggles and releases a burst of sparkling lights from a small device. They whizz and pop around them, bright colours flashing, zipping, illuminating the warm industrial air. A flash of vivid green flares across your vision and gives you pause, and when a red light bursts forth from the group, you see it cut through a young teenage boy draped in sacred robes, his boyish features twisted with the agony of failure. You try to shake yourself out of it, but there he is: young Farley, stabbed in front of your eyes once more. The lights are there, the rain is on your skin, you fly backwards and then: the water in your lungs, wringing you of air. The currents lap at your legs, pulling you down to the depths. Your skin prickles, your insides are sick with nausea, and it is as though the hazy sky has wrapped itself around you, inside and out. It suffocates you. You are drowning again, and this time Maul has left you to your fate at the bottom of the river, completely alone.

“Miss? Are you alright?” You hear a modulated voice that seemingly comes from a large man of another species that you do not recognise. The group with the lights have long since passed you, and yet you cannot get your breath back. Your vision blurs, and you sway on your feet. You sense the voices of other people approaching, the cool durasteel of the platform floor on your palms. The air ripped from your lungs as gravity pulls you to the cold ground.

But then a pair of smooth hands helping you to your feet. “Do not crowd her, give her space, please.”

“I’m okay,” you try to mutter, the colours of the lights having thrown you into what feels like total oblivion. Is this how you die? After all that has happened?

“Breathe,” someone tells you. You can’t make sense of the voice that comforts you, but you do see a Twi’lek man at your side. He walks you to a bench, settling beside you. “You look unwell. Can I contact anyone for you?”

“No, no…” you try to stand but the watery sky clenches at your lungs and you wobble. The crowd has dispersed.

“Take your time.”

You are moved by such kindness, such care from this man who owes you nothing. And yet, there is total apathy from the man you believed held feelings for you. How can strangers care more for your well being than the man you have bared your body and soul to? The man who's love you can still feel the ache of between your thighs?

As if manifesting him with your thoughts, you suddenly feel his eyes, heavy on your back. The man at your side seems totally unaware of Maul’s presence. It is then that you notice the innocent touch of the Twi’lek man’s hand on your arm, and you feel a strange sense of dread. What were you thinking, dragging generous strangers into your life, when it is so inexplicably connected to such violence? When Maul is the way that he is?

“She is with me,” Maul says calmly.

The Twi’lek man stands, relief drenching his words. “She seemed to suffer a -”

Maul pushes past him, ignoring him, bringing you to your feet. You lean against him, body leached of all energy, unable to resist putting your weight on him. To lean and depend on him. He pulls you into an embrace and you inhale his scent, the comforting aroma settling your panic. Oh how he soothes me, you are unable to prevent yourself from thinking, even though he is the cause of my discontent.

“T-thank you,” you try to say to the stranger, to assuage his concern. “I’m ok now, this man he…he is my…my friend.”

Your voice breaks on the word. Is he even your friend? Is he still your lover? Do friends or lovers abandon you when you need them most?

“Have a good evening, miss,” says the stranger, but you notice a layer of suspicion in his voice. “Feel better soon.” It is then that you feel an odd sense of calm, and the comfort of it is like a strange omen. A silence before a storm. You try to utter something, anything to the stranger, to reassure him of your safety. But all you can manage is the name of your maybe lover-friend.

“Maul…”

Do not follow us, kind stranger, you implore him in your mind as your lips cannot form the words. Please.

But as you walk into the darkness of an alleyway, you hear the unmistakable patter of footsteps behind you. Dread coils in your abdomen.

“Maul. Maul…”

You feel him freeze against you, his body twisting toward the sound of the worried stranger.

“Don’t,” your voice pleads in a pathetic whimper.

The weight of his strong warmth against you slackens. You crumple to the ground, cover your eyes and head with your arms. You cry, all you can do is cry. You cannot fathom that this is happening, but you know Maul well enough to be fully aware that it is. There is no mercy within him. No mercy. You consider your own life, how he holds it so precariously in his gloved hands. Is this all just a game to him? How is the soul and life of a person a mere irritant to him, easily snuffed out without a drop of regret? And how is that not what frightens you most about him?

You hear a scuffling sound and a gasp of surprise. Then a slight growl, a thud, a body falling to the ground. The sound of footsteps, kindness and concern, being silenced.

No, no, no.

You know what he is capable of. What has he done? Oh, that violent language of his. How its poison spills from his lips in decadent fragments, sharp words of heartbreak driven directly into the depths of your soul. How his fury is ripped from his fists in fatal blasts of merciless terror to all in his way; all who are not you.

“What did you do?” you ask in utter disbelief as Maul drags you through a sliding door into a small, sterile looking apartment by your upper arm. You almost trip over yourself with the momentum in which he pulls you inside. “He was helping me…” “Sit down,” he instructs clearly through gritted teeth as he lets you go. You struggle to find your balance for a moment without his support, your extremities are all numb, your chest tight and your middle heavy. Your mind vibrates from the aftershock of the lights, the panic and resurgence of the feeling of the Great River’s currents. The murder of another in the space of a few days. Your trembling hand covers your mouth feebly. You ignore his instruction to sit and begin to pace around the room in silence instead, unable to stay still or form any words for a moment. Maul stands as rigid as a stone statue, his glowing eyes cold and fixed on you as you wander aimlessly around the room. He glowers at you quietly until you realise that he is waiting for you to heed to his request, to sit down, before he will allow the conversation to continue. And so you bring yourself to do so, falling into that comfortable dynamic of obeying what he says, slipping into your usual compliance. It makes you angry though, how easy it is, how good it feels to give in and submit to his every whim even though it goes against what you really want. What about your own freedom? When you are perched at the edge of the couch you look up at him with total incomprehension. The silence is heavy as you compose yourself, and when you are able to eventually find your voice, you ask him, “Maul, what did you do? Why, I -” you suddenly lose the ability to speak again as the memory of such abrupt and fatal violence ripples through you. He ignores your question. You look around yourself and ask instead, “...where are we?” “I explicitly instructed you to stay where you were. What was so difficult for you to understand about that?” he scolds.

“I did stay there, but you were gone for hours!” You watch him sigh in frustration at your response, and your eyes once again begin to prickle with the threat of tears at his hostility. But you blink them back and refuse to let them fall.

He is the one being unfair. He is the one who left you alone and vulnerable to your own devices. He is the villain who just murdered a man for no reason.

In response to your thoughts he scowls. “You, my lady, know nothing of what you are dealing with.” “What has happened to you?” the desperation in your voice shocks you. “Why are you being so aggressive with me? What has changed? What did I…what did I do?” You are unable to help the break in your voice. He ignores you and continues to seethe in silence.

“You have to do as I say, particularly when I am not with you. You should have stayed where I left you.”

"Stars above, Maul, why?”

“Why?” He repeats cruelly. “Is your naivety so blatant that you are unable to realise you could have been taken advantage of?”

“You left me alone!”

“Anything could have happened.”

“But it didn’t. ”

He exhales with impatience, his eyes glaring into you, his chest heaving up and down.

“That man you killed was helping me.”

“Helping with what? What could you possibly need aid with?”

“I saw the lights of those people and I…I was…” The feeling of tightness in your chest returns, and you cannot finish your sentence.

A derisive scoff from Maul, who still stands in front of you. “Oh, how weak you are.”

You feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks, unable to prevent them from falling any longer. “Why did you kill him?” you ask meekly.

“I kill anyone in my way.” A pause. “Anyone.”

Anyone. The word sits between you, his gaze imploring you to understand what he is saying, as though a confession is hidden beneath the word. Did he…? You stop yourself from investigating that thought any further. You are unable to cope with such a revelation. Not now, no. His eyes soften, ever so slightly. “You have to obey me.”

“You freed me just to imprison me again," you say in realisation, your voice growing louder in your anger, your sadness and grief melting into rage. "You really expect me to just stay here, stay wherever it pleases you to place me, doing nothing? Living to wait for you? Waiting for you to show up like I am - "

“This is not about you,” he also raises his voice, his patience now exhausted.

“Then what is it about? You?”

He stares daggers into you as though it is obvious, and what fury you have inside you builds and combusts. The anger of being abandoned by your Mother, neglected by your Father, tossed aside without a second thought by this glorious, insufferable man. Anger at yourself for being so enamoured of him.

“You are so arrogant and self-absorbed. Is that part of your precious lifestyle? Whatever nonsensical and ruinous path you have dragged me into? The Sith?”

He lunges forward so fast that it makes you flinch as he covers your mouth with a gloved palm. “Never say that again. Never.” He uses a tone you haven't ever heard from him before, as that booming, threatening power is awakened from deep within him. It stirs. You stare at him with wide, shocked eyes and he kneels in front of you, holding your face intimately, delicately. Even in his rage and with his threats, he is gentle. It hurts your heart. Maul quickly relinquishes you, and you whimper.

You stand up, shocked. And then you are painfully conscious of his motivations. You gasp a composing breath before levelling your gaze at him in realisation.“You are trying to frighten me, aren’t you?”

He does not respond, only raking his severe eyes across the length of your body, up and down. How are these the same eyes as the ones that witness you take him so reverently?

“It won’t work, Maul. You don’t scare me anymore.” And you mean it. You feel no fear. “I am not frightened. You won’t hurt me.”

He tilts his head slightly, as if debating whether or not to take that as a challenge. You refuse to acknowledge the whirling of disquiet in your stomach, and you push through, brave and steadfast. Having faith in your knowing of him.

“I think that you have grown to resent me,” you admit quietly. “I am a burden to you, now that we are no longer removed from the rest of the galaxy.”

“You know nothing,” he spits furiously.

“You resent me," you take a deep breath, gathering your courage to say what you have foolishly, finally understood. "You call me weak, but Maul, you resent me because it is I that makes you weak.”

He replies with utter vehemence. "How dare you imply such a thing?"

“You do resent me," you confirm. “What are you so afraid of? Where have you been?”

He pauses, and his tone entirely transforms. "Anyone who knows my path, who has bore witness to my power, I have not suffered to live. With one exception. You.”

You freeze in utter disbelief. Is he implying -

“You…” he stalks forward, like the predator he was when you first met in the woods, “...are a liability.”

You move away from the couch and backwards, putting your hands behind you, as they are beginning to shake. He follows you. You laugh slightly, a deranged chuckle tinted with disbelief. “Are you threatening to kill me?"

His face is hard, his eyes two beacons of hatred, pain and regret. Oh, Moons. Have you really been so blind?

"After everything?” Where has the benevolent stranger gone? The man with the delicate touch, the hesitant polite kindness? How is this the same lover who kissed you so softly that you thought you had fallen into a dream?

“You lied to me," you say, understanding. “You’re not mine, Maul. I am yours, I am irrevocably yours. But you're not mine. You never were, and you never, ever will be. I am not a priority to you, I will always be an afterthought and there will always be th - ”

“I never said it would be any other way. I never gave you anything and I never said I would.” He is closer to you, your back against the wall now. Cornered. His face is close to yours, his strong arms either side of you.

“Yes, well…maybe it's for the best,” you bite back, hissing each word with contempt, glaring into his eyes. “Maybe I wouldn't want it anyway, whatever you could give me. Because you are cruel, and you are broken, and all you do is spread your misery and your defectiveness. You break people and in doing so you hurt me. Again and again and again.” He does not outwardly react, though you notice the muscle in his jaw flexing in anger.

“Do you know what you have done to me?” he asks in such earnest, in a cool, disconnected tone that turns your bones to dust.

“Speak it,” you demand bitterly. “Why don’t you finally tell me the truth? Confess to me how much I have wronged you, Maul. How cruel it was of me to awaken something so wonderful in you, how utterly terrible of me it was to force you to confront that you lack the strength to handle your own dissent. That you are too feeble and damaged to embrace your own happiness.”

His eyes darken. “I do resent you. I resent your ignorance, your fragility, your beauty, your softness. I resent it all.”

“Finally,” you smile and shake your head, more tears welling in your eyes. “I knew it.”

“I resent you because you stand between me and what I am. My purpose.”

“You are so ridiculous,” you mutter in response.

“Nothing stands in my way. No one.”

“You are ridiculous,” you repeat.

“And you are an aggravating and infuriating nobody. Your company and comfort I should never have entertained. I regret it. I regret it all. I should have killed you when I first saw you. I should have let you die, I should have let you drown.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I almost did."

Your eyes are as wide as they have ever been. He steps back, looking you up and down in disgust.

“What are you talking about?” you demand.

"When you went into the water.”

You stare at him, confusion melding your features into a pitiful expression as he chuckles cruelly.

“Oh, I hesitated, dear stupid girl. I refused to let the Jedi leave, and when I was fighting her, she begged me to save you. But all I wanted was her blood. I made a choice to kill her, and in doing so let you die. Because that is what matters. Their blood. That is all that matters, all that will ever matter: that the Jedi are destroyed.”

He doesn't tell you the rest of what happened that night, of his regret in that choice. He speaks not of the vow he made when you took that breath of life he begged for, the relief that surged through him when he felt your lonesome heart beat again. No. He only speaks of sorrow.

His harsh words dip into that deep emotional wound he inflicted upon you when you first spoke with him, the lesion of insecurity and worthlessness that lies rotting deep inside of you. The betrayal licks at the horrific emptiness beneath and gnaws at the injury.

And then he speaks again, the most devastating words, words that crush your spirit into nothing.

“You will never matter. You didn't matter then and you do not matter now."

You stand there in silence, disbelief thrumming in your veins. This whole time you believed that he saved you because he...you thought you did matter. To him. And you justified leaving and trusting him because he came to your aid, but this whole time, you really truly were an afterthought?

“Then why am I alive?” your lips move of their own volition.

He shrugs, his continued apathy more and more tormenting with every breath he takes. “By the will of the Force. I thought you dead when I pulled you from the river.”

The tension in the room peaks as you speak that obvious, fatal truth. “You still pulled me from the river, Maul.”

"Indeed." A moment of silence, and then he continues, quieter, "I should murder you where you stand. Rid myself of your foolishness once and for all."

“Then why don’t you?” you sneer in response, any sense of self preservation fizzling away with your composure, your heartbreak feels as though it is ripping you in half. "Why don't you just kill me? End your torment, Maul. End my life!"

He stews in his silence for a moment, and you flicker your eyes down to his hands, which linger on the hilt of the lightsaber at his belt. And yet…no fear strikes you. It's all you have felt for so long. The fear of the pirates that stole your Mother away in your nightmares, the fear of being caught disobeying your Father, the fear of being lost to the depths of the river. But now, there is nothing.

You do not believe he would really do it.

“I am not the foolish one here,” you say, your eyes locked on his hand, your sight fixed on how he unhooks the saber and takes it in his grip, how he slowly saunters closer to you whilst brandishing the long, cylindrical hilt of his weapon. And yet, as you speak, as you allow your truth to pour from your lips: you do not once stutter with your words.

There is no fear.

“It's you, you are foolish. I forgive you, again and again for your violence and I live with the horror of your abhorrent actions of what you have done to the Jedi, to that child, to my fa - ” You stop abruptly, unable to fully voice your suspicions, his confession: to confront him about that. Not now.

“I abandon my home, all that I know, I give you all that I am, all that I have, and then I must watch you waste it. You squander it all, sabotaging any sliver of goodness that comes your way.”

He’s as close to you now as he can be. The end of the weapon is now against your chest, his eyes boring into yours.

“You could still just have this,” you whisper, your agony rich in every word. “Have me, have us. You could give up all of the pain Maul. You are so strong,” you begin to cry again, wishing you could kiss him, comfort him, hide in his arms forever. “You have such potential: and not only in your violence.” His expression softens for the slightest moment as he registers what you say. “It doesn't have to be this way, you could just stop -”

“It is really that simple for you isn't it?” He asks, his words thick with an emotion you have never once heard before in his voice. “Just stop? Forsake my destiny, my greatness? All I have trained for, bled for, all that I am?" He shakes his head. "Only to exist in banal misery alongside someone as ignorant and worthless as you?”

You gasp in agony as his words strike you deep, and your chest hurts so much that for a moment, you are sure he has ignited the weapon and cleaved your heart in two. But when you look down, there is no crimson glow, no laser splitting you apart.

“You know nothing,” he continues. “You are hollow and stupid. I cannot stand to even look at you.” He does not, however, take his eyes away from your face.

“And yet, I love you,” you lament, your streaming gaze fixed on his beautiful, cruel face. Before you can stop yourself, the truth of your feelings for him roars from your broken heart like a waterfall, crashing into the depths of his apathy.

“You are probably already aware of it. Sometimes it's as though you know my mind better than I do, you can and do take whatever you want from my head, from me. But in my own words I want to tell you before I cannot. Before it all ends. That even if you do resent me and cannot stand to look at me any longer, even though you spew the most vile of words at me…even though you are breaking my heart, wish me dead and want nothing more than to strike me down yourself - I have never, ever loved anyone before. And I love you, Maul."

“Inconsequential," he whispers immediately, pity rippling through the word. His eyes scream in glowing amber despair, his beautiful irises speaking a thousand words he will never be able to speak. “I will always resent you.”

When you reply, your voice is quiet, broken. “But why?”

He moves quickly then, kissing you hard. You whimper into the rough movement of his familiar lips, indulging in the unique spice of his midnight scent. You grip on to him, kissing him back, tasting the sweetness of his tongue and the salty truth of your own tears. How can he utter such sharp words and still kiss you so passionately with the very same mouth? He caresses a gentle palm down the side of your face, and then he pulls back from your lips to speak quietly into your ear. He whispers your name with longing, his body shaking, and his next words are tinted with regret and dismay.

“Because no matter how much I need to or want to,” he admits with the faintest quiver wracking his gut-wrenching words. “I cannot kill you.” He growls it with an aching breath, then strides from the room without looking back.

You sink down the wall, collapsing to the floor with a sob, devastated and torn apart. All alone, in a strange room, on an even stranger world, without even the solace of the second moon for comfort. You spend the remainder of the night longing only for the winds and the rain, for the earthy smell of the Great Wood, for the calming glow of the Moons of home. What a worthless, silly little girl you are, leaving with him. The regret and self loathing feels so terrible that part of you despises Maul for his weakness; for how dare he not ignite his saber, how dare he not sever your shared torture by ending your life? The beat of your heart thumps with vivid memories of each betrayal of your short existence, and you ask aloud: how could she, how could he, how could you? But your heart keeps beating, no questions are answered, and your despair reaches long into the dawn.

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introducing: writings by turtle

hi! i'm turtle/proxy/25, pronouns they/them, and this is my new account for writing requests and commissions! specific details are still being hashed out and released, so please be patient and look forward to updates if you're interested.

(a lot) more under the cut if you would like to request/commission:

i'll be accepting requests and commissions for x readers/imagines and oc inserts. this includes any gendered writing and pairings desired (i'm queer, i get it).

rpf is also theoretically on the table, if that's something people are interested in.

as far as subjects, at the moment writings are limited to specific kpop groups and idols.

i'm not new to writing, or commissions/requests, or even writing specifically for kpop or the x reader/oc scene. i am however new specifically to combining all these things, and on tumblr. if there's any specific news, etiquette, etc. that i ought to know, please do tell! inbox and messaging is generally open always for conversation and discussion so long as you're respectful and mean no harm.

you may notice the ateez tags in particular. this is because they're my ult and i have stronger, recent experience in writing ateez fic. however, i am infamously a major multi who has fallen in love with a few too many groups. feel free to simply ask if i write for so-and-so if you're curious or would like to request.

on the matter of the actual writing and notion of request vs commission:

requests are free, for shorter writing such as drabbles, are limited to x reader/imagines only, and i would prefer they come in through the inbox.

commissions are priced (flat vs flexible fees and system to be determined/added), can be for longer writing but technically any length goes within reason, are prioritized, include all writing types such as the theoretical rpf, and i would prefer they come through messaging. the commissioned writing can be sent privately, such as through email, or published on this blog if so desired. if you pay for a commission, i also allow posting or publishing on other platforms for free, so long as i am credited.

additionally, commission details are discussed before i accept them, so that both parties are aware of the expectations and limitations. i have full right to not accept a commission, for any reason. if i refuse a commission for reasons such as personal beliefs, comfort, etc., the requester may of course alter the details of their commission if they so like. for obvious reasons, the commissions are sensitive so i want to be very thorough with the process, and to guarantee a completed and satisfactory product within a reasonable time frame.

you may ask why you should pay at all. you do not have to pay. (that's partly why the requests option is there.)

i am aware that fic is free and accessible to all on multiple platforms, and you can easily turn to someone else. if you can't or don't want to pay, completely fine! i understand! in fact, i highly encourage people to turn to other writers who are interested if they would rather not ask from me.

but today's economy and job market is absolute fucking shit, and most people and places don't actually want to hire someone like me. my financial situation is very bad, and it doesn't really matter what kind of freelance services you can provide if no one is able to afford it. i figured that it wouldn't hurt to offer commissions so i can afford lunch if nothing else.

if you can or want to, at all, please do contact me for commissions! and if not commissions, i still would absolutely love requests. i am trying very hard to keep practicing my writing and to nurture my love for it, which has admittedly been difficult for a number of reasons.

more details to come a la reblogs because this is getting very long.

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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Who is Frost?

CoD x Original Character Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Context: This is like an AU type deal. I have never played CoD, I’ve only watched the MW2 cutscenes but I am obsessed and I simp for these characters. So, I made an OC for it :). This is that OC (most of his details are mentioned throughout future fics etc etc, so he’s a bit of a mystery on purpose).

A/N: I know this is an x male reader blog, but I just wanna show you my OC (‘cause I love him)

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

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Who is Frost?

Callsign: Frost

(Real) Name: [He does not tell people his real name unless he can trust them because he wants to protect his family]

Age: 30

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Parents: English father, Japanese mother.

Personality: Sarcastic, extroverted, confident, sassy, a bit of a rule-breaker, chaotic in a sort of immature, childish way, fierce, fiery, headstrong, determined, strategic, intelligent, insecure at times, impulsive, value others' lives above his own, has anger issues, gets agitated easily, and sometimes irritable, talks back to superiors and doesn’t care about consequences.

More: He earned the name ‘Frost’ in the cage because he has a reputation for being cold and ruthless. It’s ironic since he is actually a very warm person by nature. He’s tall and buff and looks intimidating, but it is actually not that scary when you get to know him. He’s not a giant teddy bear or a gentle giant, by any means, he’s too rough for that. He wears a somewhat Japanese-styled shirt that’s cut like a tank top, just so he can show off his tattoos. People think he’s just a himbo, but that’s wrong, he may be fun-loving but he’s not short of intelligent. People are quick to judge him, which he finds annoying, but he proves that he’s more than what they think every time. He learned how to use a sword and other martial art techniques as a child from his grandfather and through the years, he developed those skills and joined the army, cage fighting on the side.

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How did Frost join 141?

Frost earned money by fighting at a semi-illegal cage fight ring.

(I say ‘semi’, because while the facility and the fighters aren’t committing a criminal offence, the people betting are.)

At the time, Price had heard about Frost from Laswell, his past training and his skills.

However, Price wanted to see the man for himself.

So, Price went out to find this ‘Frost’ guy.

Price approached him at a bar (this bar’s basement was where the cage fighting was held) after the fights were over for the night.

Frost was confused about who he was and what Price wanted with him.

Price realised the bar was still full and it’s kind of awkward to ask someone “Hey! You’re soldier material, wanna join my fuckin’ special task force?”

Like no one does that.

So, what Price did was write the address of the base on a piece of paper and give it to Frost and straight up left with little to no introduction or explanation.

It went like this: - Price: “Nice fighting.”

- Frost: “Thanks.”

- Price: “My name is Captain Price of Task Force 141.”

- Frost: “... Oooookaaay???”

- Price: “Meet me here tomorrow morning.” *Hands note over*

- Frost: “... Alright, but why-”

- Price: *Walking out of the bar*

- Frost: *?????*

Frost was beyond confused at this point. Like alright, fuckin’ weirdo.

But after looking at the note, he realised it was a base of some kind.

Being the curious bugger he is, he decided that he’d go check it out.

So the next morning, he got up, drove to the address and was stopped at the gate by a couple of soldiers.

Unsure of what to do from here, he just showed them the note he had been handed.

- Frost: “I’m here to see a Captain Price?”

- Guard: “He gave this to you?” - Frost: “Look, man. I know you’re sceptical and shit, but honestly, I have no idea why I’m here either so like…”

When finally inside, Frost got out of the car and just kinda stood there, waiting for someone to show him to Price.

He met up with Price and was shown around the base

He then met the rest of the 141 team and they all exchanged introductions

Frost was asked about his past career and was asked to demonstrate his technique and stuff like that.

Frost did so, not really questioning it.

When asked which kind of gun he preferred using, Frost just went: - “Uh… Katanas??”

Confusion ensues as people realise this man was mainly trained in the martial arts rather than shooty shooty pew pews.

Price asked if he could show them his sweet sweet Katana skills, so mans ran back to his car and got out his little Katana carrier box. Why he keeps it in his car, no one will ever know, he’s weird like that.

Demonstrate skill and blah blah blah, they all think he’s cool now.

Price takes Frost to his lil office thing and sits him down, explaining why he was there and who everyone was and what they were doing there.

Offers Frost a place on the team, praising his skill and saying what a good addition he would be.

Frost considers this offer for a good solid… 5 seconds before being like: - “Hell yea, dude, I’ll do it. Get paid better too.”

Price does not appreciate the name ‘dude’.

Frost apologises but sorta just laughs it off quietly.

Tells him to go pack his stuff so he can move onto the base.

Frost does that.

The rest is history.

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So, yeah, that's who Frost is. If you have questions, please send them in, I love answering :)

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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honeysweetcorvidae · 10 months

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for the ask meme: 21, 22, 37, 38, 75 (I rolled 5 d100s for you <3)

ROLLING D100S? SWOON. almost as many as i rolled on sunday when you were beating my wizard half to death(delighted)

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

well. (looks at lsoh.) yes! i’ve done a lot of rp in my time and i really enjoy collaborative storytelling, and i think it would be super fun to make a more formalized collaborative narrative—i don’t know if i’d do a short-answer-rp-turned-fic again, since those can get choppy, but if i ever drag my head above water on all my other ideas? man. with another writer i trust and work well with i’d LOVE to give it a shot, i say, blinking slowly and meaningfully at the person who sent me this ask,

22.Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I mean, yeah, probably! I can’t name them off the top of my head because there’s exceptions to every rule, but I have comfort zones and I have things I’m just not that into— but generally speaking I write the way whatever story i’ve been possessed by most recently feels best, you know? which means that i’ll do just about any POV and a LOT of genres and tropes. I guess I’d say I’m uncomfortable writing things that feel like I’m making Gender Roles Again, But This Time We Like Them— that’s a pretty broad statement but it has a bunch of different applications, whoops.

I also don’t like to take characters that are source-material equals and make them ontologically, fundamentally, irrecoverably unbalanced to a point where there is simply no hope of gaining that equality— I was thinking about this the other day, actually. Like, it’s a little weird coming from Godfucker McEldritchguy, but I think. hmm how do I describe this. a) i love to make a story where gods get dragged down to a human level, b)in ones where they don’t, they tend to have been Designed to be gods, not designed to be an equal, and i can have a character be their most specialest little bug in a jar, and c) god i am so obsessed with guys that are mutually obsessed with each other. i am so weird about it. and it’s challenging for me to write something lacking that mutualism, although i can write it in a way where it’s antagonistic instead of positive or whatever. does that make sense? i don’t know.

anyway, at the end of the day I’d say my limits depend on the characters I’m working with; there’s things I’d do with some of my OCs that I’d rather die than touch akeshuake with, and things I do with them that I would never in a thousand years hand to karkat homestuck, And So On. dunno!

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

(hysterical laughter) if you figure it out please god tell me

38. Would you ever write commissions?

god, I wish I could, but my brain simply would not allow it. I do not determine the subject matter or length of what I write, I set out the ouija board of concepts and lay my hands on my ADHD planchette and hope to hell that what comes out isn’t more absolutely balls to the wall insane nigh-unreadable clown nonsense

75. What scene in [Winner Take All]took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

oh boy okay uh. WTA was written in a feverish haze over the course of like two weeks, so it’s hard to remember, really, but I remember driving myself INSANE with the opener of chapter 2; I kept sending messages to the group chat like “i’m 5k in and they Still Haven’t Fucked, help, this chapter wasn’t even supposed to exist”

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singerj2002 · 2 years

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Bonnie Profile

So I decided that it would be best to give a little bit of background info on my OC Bonnie so I decided to make a little profile for her in my duskwood fic. I did get some inspiration from @03patrickstar and @lyon-amore for some of the questions and such and I have talked about Bonnie (and developed the Kratos family) with @a-little-theatrical-back-then so I hope you get a real feel for Bonnie and if you have any questions about her or about her dynamic with other characters please ask away!!

The Basics:

Name: Biote “Bonnie” Kratos (Davies) Birthday: October 13th Age: 24 Gender: Technically a girl but also isn't at the same time. Some gender apathy and a connection to feminity that is hard to break. Uses She/Her pronouns and also says Trans Rights. Zodiac: Libra Sun, Sag Moon Ethnicity: Jewish, Greek

Appearance:

Hair: Curly, Dark Golden Blonde that's almost brunette (Her natural hair is a darker brunette) Eyes: Her eyes are a dark blue-green and she has central heterochromia so there is a ring of brown circling her iris. Also she has big eyes. Height: She was born early so her height is about 5’1 Skin: Her skin is olive toned and she has freckles and notable scars on her knees, a scratch on her right cheek, scars and ink marks on her fingers, and a writer's callus on her left hand. Tattoos/Tattoos I Think She Would Want: Medusa tattoo, cat playing the fiddle, Artemis and Apollo with heads melting together, Sextant diagram.

Personality

Vocal Quirks: Talks very fast and sometimes in half sentences when trying to figure something out, Swears a lot especially when emotions are high (she has been the reason her niece and/or nephew’s first word was fuck or shit). She rants and goes on tangents a lot, especially with people she is comfortable with but can be very quiet otherwise. Selectively Mute. 3 Words To Describe Her: Passionate, Curious, Determined What is Something She should fear, but doesn’t?: Death. The idea of dying in itself, she has a view similar to the line from J.M. Barrie “To die will be an awfully big adventure.” She also views it as the one constant in her, many people have died around her and she has seen a lot of death, so it is something she welcomes with curiosity and wonder. However, she would prefer not to die young, but once she is old and was able to live her life and make a difference in the world. But also she would prefer to die by her own choices rather than anyone else's, so if she walked into a situation that she loved and happened to die she would be more ok with that because the death was made by her own hand. She also believes that what makes death harder is the people you left behind because they are the ones who will miss you and be missed. She doesn’t fear death because that is what makes life whole in a sense because it is something no one can avoid. She values life a lot and doesn’t like when people say that young people dying is a life wasted or things of that sense because they still have time in the world and made an impact on others whether good or bad, and that is much better than never living at all (kinda like ride the cyclone).

Strengths:

- She is an optimist and believes that there is good in everyone and that everyone has the capacity to do something good. - Is known for her kindness and curiosity for everyone she meets, because of this she tries to look at everyone with an open heart and will be as kind as possible. - Incredibly passionate about life itself and views it as this beautiful and amazing creation and wants to learn all she can. - Insatiably curious and adventurous, she wants to know so much and very little can stop her. The phrase “Insatiably Curious, Insufferably Bright, and pretty much friendless at school” from Peter and The Starcatcher particularly comes to mind. - Very resourceful and will notice small details that other people might not, which is why she was so helpful in the investigation. - She is incredibly loyal and would do anything for the people that she cares about, even if they have stopped caring for her.

Weaknesses:

- When she feels emotions or finds someone or something to latch onto, she takes that feeling and makes a home in it, she dwells in those feeling until it takes up all her senses - Tends to overlook red flags because of her tendency to try to see the good in most people which has led to situations where she has gotten hurt - Is a bit of a flight risk and has a hard time making long-term connections to people, she has manic pixie dream girl energy and has taken this to heart in a sense and has taken up this role of someone who comes into people's lives as a way to help them and then disappears as soon as she isn't needed anymore, kinda like Mary Poppins - While she is insanely kind and has a great heart, she puts others before herself. She is so generous that it ends up hurting her because she puts all she has into something and gets barely a quarter of that in return. - Very much falls into the category of Toxic Positivity, won’t let other people help her with her pain because she believes that it’s genuinely less important than what other people are feeling

Relationships:

Family Dynamic: I will be getting more into this in the fic but her family situation is right out of a soap opera it’s not even funny (it's actually hilarious) But the basics are that she came from a wealthy family and was the second youngest of 10 siblings (the youngest being her twin brother) and her parents were like Robert California from the office and Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development but since she was an accident she basically had to take up the older sister role and sorta act and the emotional core. However, when she was about 13 there was an event that I will be going more into depth within the story and was adopted by the Davies family and given the nickname Bonnie. There is so much more to unpack with the Kratos and Davies family and I cannot wait to show y'all that hot mess because it's hilarious and brings me so much joy and sadness simultaneously. Relationship Status: Technically Single, she has a habit of pursuing a bunch of flings because she finds the person interesting and wants to learn more about them. She is a little bit of a slut in the most loving way possible. Sexuality: Queer, she prefers not to label her sexuality because it's a lot to explain to people and it is very complicated and nuanced. The best way to describe it is being somewhere on the aromantic spectrum and pansexual. It’s honestly something that is very difficult to really explain so she uses the term queer most of the time.

Other:

- Autistic and possible also has ADHD - At first, she can seem like she is the epitome of the “I’m not like other girls” type but in reality, she isn’t like other girls but wants to be so bad because other girls are so cool. - Pink is one of her favorite colors, along with olive green, midnight blue, teal, and others but she can never actually pick a favorite color because all of them are so nice - Is catching her sweater on a doorknob away from having a complete mental breakdown - Cannot whistle - Can technically drive a car but has been warned against it, it is why she drives a motorcycle most of the time - Forensic Anthropologist and currently working on her masters - Theatre Kid in Recovery - Loves the shows Twin Peaks, Penny Dreadful, and Pushing Daisies - Comes off as responsible at first but is honestly pretty chaotic at times

#duskwood mc #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood richy #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #duskwood dan #duskwood lilly #duskwood cleo #duskwood phil #duskwood game

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riley-phoenix · 2 years

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Pairing: Nik X Reader (gender not specified)

Canon: Choices: Stories You Play: Nightbound

Content: psychological disorder, murder, blood, angst, smut(light)

Author's Note: The Reader of this fic isn't the reader of Nightbound, Alex (Default name of Nightbound OC)

Chapter Summary: "Lovebound" from your point of view

It had been a few days since everything happened. The chaos of the explosion, the deaths, 'Smile', and while you were the only one aware of the truth, it left everyone else either confused or in mourning. You had to pretend to be one of them. One of the "normal" ones. Crying over the loss of the policeman in the explosion. It was a mask that was annoying yet surprisingly easy to wear. Nik walked in. From his point of view you hadn't eaten, hadn't slept in days... From his point of view you were doing worse than him; and that's exactly what you wanted. You fetishized the idea of him seeing you as broken and in need of care and wanted so desperately for him to be the one to give it to you.

You couldn't give in though, not just yet, you couldn't let him think you had emotionally recovered so soon, or it would raise suspicion. You rambled on about the injustices of the world, saying you "wouldn't rest until you found this son of a bitch". Nik replied in a concerned voice, warning you that you needed closure and that if you didn't face this now, it would only get worse. You could never be angry at Nik, not with the feelings you had for him, but raising your voice at him was essential to the act. "IT DOESN'T GET ANY WORSE, MY PARTNER IS IN THE FUCKING GROUND", You yelled at the top of your voice, milking out every ounce of emotional despair in your voice. "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!?" You take a step back as Nik screams at the top of his voice, forcing himself over you. "MY GIRLFRIEND IS IN THE GROUND TOO, AND THE SAME BASTARD PUT HER THERE...but they're n-- they're never coming back, and if you don't make peace with Bobby now, you never will". Nik forcefully guides you out of the office and into the streets where the city was holding a service for the fallen. Though at first glance it seemed pushy, you could tell this was his way of showing that he cared.

You stood in the middle of the grim city and took in a large breath of the air, it felt different. Everything did. Nik gave you a tight squeeze on the shoulder and walked to the back of the crowd, while you stood at the front with the other detectives. You watched without expression as the captain have her speech, noticing the heartbreak in her voice and the hint of a tear forming in her eye. You watched as they shot rounds into the sky to honour the fallen, as the caskets were lowered into the ground and the members of the their families paid their final respects. You looked around. Each and every one of those crying faces; each and every one of those broken families, you caused all that, but then you looked to the back, and you remembered why. Standing with his hands in his pockets and his golden blonde hair waving in the direction of the wind... He was why.

After the funeral, Nik approached you with Caution, offering you a shoulder to cry on. You were still playing the role of the grieving detective, determined to take the act as far as possible. Staring into the distance, you barely answered him, never changing your expression. Nik, convinced by your act, allowed you the space to grieve the loss of your partner. The clichè trope of appearence vs. reality. As the crowds cleared, Nik offered to have you over. It was perfect. The way the situation was forming, how everything you'd done till now was for one man and quite possibly for this moment.

You walk with Nik to his apartment, completely sure about your feelings, unsure about his. As Nik empties his pockets and sits down, a notification rings on your phone. It was the police department, they had suspended the investigation. You bit your tongue with hesitance as you broke the news to Nik. He barely looked up. His reaction was nowhere near as anger-driven as you expected it to be. "This is gonna sound crazy; but... Maybe it's for the best. Maybe now we can get closure... Both of us", He said, before his face fell into his hands.

Another notification rings from your phone and it's a call from Alderra. As you answer, you hear chaos erupting In the background of a fae officer trying to give you all the information about the investigation, most importantly Tialo is gone. You have a new role to play now, the role of the anxious detective. You put the phone down and acted out a panting breath. Nik grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to diffuse the situation. He stared at you, with an expecting look on his face and you told him everything. After breaking down everything from the call from Alderra, Nik seemed relieved. After the torturous interrogations to find the identity of 'Smile', he assumed it was over. He assumed they had him, but then you broke the news to him. They knew who 'Smile' was, but they didn't have him. Tialo had escaped. As the words leave your mouth, you saw an expression almost unknown to Nik Ryder's face wash over it, fear. For what seemed like the very first time, Nik was afraid. He wasn't 'afriad' like you, however, this wasn't a mask. This was genuine fear. You could tell.

It was your turn to calm Nik. You stopped him, helped him to control his breathing and prevented him from overthinking the situation, it was almost professional. You pointed out to him that Tialo would probably be back to finish want be started and so the apartment needed to be secure. You and Nik worked viciously to barricade everything and secure the apartment form all sides. When it's safe, Nik takes a seat directly infront of the door, anticipating Tialo's arrival. You joined him, and he insisted that you didn't have to; but you reminded him that 'Smile' had taken someone away from both of you. That was a lie, it was you, you took those people away, but this was all part of the game you were playing without conscience; and the prize was Nik.

He woke from his seat to grab a couple of beers, and upon the sight of them he was scarred by the memories of the crash. He held the bridge of his nose and shook his head, surpressing the memory. Upon returning to your seats, he thanked you for believing him when he said there was more to this investigation; and you accepted his gratitude. Nik was unaware that you were only telling him half-truths, but you wanted nothing more than for all of this to be over. Tialo, Alderra, the investigation, that was all just a means to an end. All you really wanted was Nik.

There wasn't much left to do except wait. To your surprise it was Nik who broke the silence this time. Your plan finally worked, Nik confided in you. He told you about the people he's lost. He said that you and him were not so different. Again, that was only partially true, Nik was forced to be alone; you chose it. He went on, detailing his horrific past, admitting the eery feeling that came upon him when he thought of the smile, the one that was drawn on Mr. Turner's wall. As crazy as it seems, this was everything you wanted. Since that night when you walked into that garage store and caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, all you wanted was an intimate moment like, alone with Nik. This obsession, this overwhelming need to be with him was what drove you to go to the lengths you did; and you didn't even feel guilty, you felt justified.

Your 'magical' moment is interrupted at the sound of footsteps marching ominously towards the door. You and Nik steel yourselves, prepared for anything that could come charging through. You open the door, ready to attack, only to find Warden Elvin, the prison Warden of Alderra standing before you. He looks directly at Nik, offering him a sincere apology about Tialo, and how 'he' murdered Alex. Nik appreciates the gesture but is still hell bent on finding Tialo. As if on queue, Elvin stretched out to reveal Tialo in handcuffs. The Warden then reveals a folder ef evidence, and everything you set up comes into play. From the hair of Tialo's you stole, to the shirt you planted in his evidence locker, everything linked to Alex's murder is now pointing back to him. In the eyes of Elvin and Nik, it was undeniable that Tialo was 'Smile'. You had won.

You watch as Nik's expression changes to the same, relentlessly angry one you saw when he attacked Tialo at Alderra. "You son of a bitch... She was nothing but nice to you, Lord Elric, Lady Thalissa, they were nothing but nice to you... And, Still... You run Lamrian's name through the GOD DAMN DIRT!". Tialo tried to explain himself but Nik doesn't want to hear it, he just turns the other cheek. Within minutes the two of you are left alone. You both sit back, and let out a long-awaited sigh of relief. "It's all over", you say. Turning to Nik, who's almost in tears that he finally has closure.

Nik mentions how good of a team you were, and to your despair, he said it like a goodbye. For the first time in your life you were unsure of what to do next. Even after everything you'd done, you weren't sure Nik felt the same way; and so you turned for the door to leave. Before you stepped out, you turned back to Nik, leaving him with some parting words, "We both lost someone important to us, and you lost the love of your life... Just promise me you'll remember... You fall in love more than once". When you look up, Nik has that same determined expression that you've seen on him so many times before. Without any hesitation, he walks up to you, takes your face in his hands and closes the gap between your lips. It was the most tantalizing experience you've ever had in your life, it felt like the world around you was melting away and the only thing left in reality was you and Nik, together, in each other's arms.

Later, as you lied in bed with Nik sleeping beside you, you thought of what The Fate said, how you would do anything for what you most desire. You knew, undoubtably that Nik was the most desirable person in the world. You thought of everything you had to do to put yourself in this perfect moment. Alex, Bobby, Every other police officer in the explosion; and then Nik turned in his sleep, and you gently stroked his golden-blonde hair in your hand. It was in that moment that you thought to yourself... It was all worth it.

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SWrarepairs 2023 Dear Creator Letter

This was so not supposed to be 2,000+ words, wtf...

First of all, thank you for writing for me! (And thank you for dealing with this massive letter omg.) No matter what, I absolutely can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m pretty easy as far as fics go. If you want to ignore everything in this post and only incorporate the pairing, that’s fine! I enjoy anything from tooth-rotting fluff to soul-rending angst, any rating at all, and I only have a few DNWs. I’d prefer no noncon/dubcon/cheating/violence/etc between the main ship, but if they’re included elsewhere, as long as there’s a heads-up, that’s fine. I don't mind hard angst such as character death, even characters in the requested ship. Also please try to refrain from amatonormativity/compulsory sexuality – philosophies that all people inherently desire romance/sex and would be happier without them. As an aromantic asexual myself, I love a good ship, but that stuff isn't for every single person.

As for what I do like, my very favorite thing in the world is hurt/comfort, particularly of the emotional variety. If, even metaphorically, someone is crying and someone is hugging them, I am very happy. Being an anxiety sufferer myself, I also have a soft spot for seeing characters dealing with mental illness stuff, anxiety and depression particularly, especially if their partner/s are there being super supportive and helping them through it. I've also recently started therapy and working on my own coping skills, and I love to see my faves using them to help themselves/each other. Any kind of porn with feelings also never goes amiss. Being aroace, I absolutely love to see my faves being represented as on either or both of those spectrums. I know this is a romantic/sexual-based exchange, but if you felt like throwing in a queerplatonic relationship as well (or instead? Is that legal?), I'm all for that.

As you can probably tell from my request list, my absolute favorite part of Star Wars is the fighter pilots. I love the angst inherent in the constant battles and always being on call and losing people. The stress and exhaustion. Pilot/pilot pairings knowing they could lose the other in battle at any time. Pilot/non-pilot pairings with the non-pilot feeling so helpless as they watch their partner go off to fight and so relieved when they come back. Commanders hurting because they care about their pilots so much yet there’s only so much they can do to protect them, and every death hurts so much. Just – pilot feels!!

For similar reasons, I love JFO. Cal is a perfect character for me – all angsty and hurt and sad but also determined to do the right thing and learning and growing and u g h. He just needs a nice boyfriend.

I know we're carefully separating different SW sub-fandoms, and that's kind of complicated, but I will mention I prefer the Legends side of things when there's a choice (unless stated otherwise). But I'm not a canon hater, and it’s always interesting to see where what can happen when the two get mixed together. The X-wing book series (and the era in general) is by far my favorite time period. I’m currently reading NJO: Star by Star and will be finished by the time of reveals, so if possible I’d prefer something without (or with very light) spoilers past the end of that book. I'm also interested in seeing things set during this time.

I prefer to see any OC/OC ships with unspecified genders be queer in at least one way – whether it be one or both of then is trans/enby, mspec, acespec, arospec, etc etc. That doesn't necessarily mean they can't be m/f, but queer aspects, please. :)

I think we still include our own AO3 links on these just in case, so here’s that – https://archiveofourown.org/users/icandrawamoth/profile.

As for thoughts on the particular pairings I requested:

Wedge Antilles/Wes Janson (C-EU)

I'm interested in how the Fab Four's relationships change in canon now that Tycho is out of the picture. Especially with Wes and Wedge, once Hobbie is also gone post-Hoth. Two FACPOV stories have shown us these two are close, with Wes being Rogue Squadron's XO. Surely I wasn't the only one who thought for a hot second they were gonna hook up in the ROTJ one?

Wyl Lark/Sonogari (C-EU)

The books tell us this relationship just sort of didn't work out, and I respectfully disagree. Wyl deserves a nice, soft boyfriend to help him will of his nice, softness (and sadness) – even if he does die later.

Original Downed Rebel Pilot/Original Farmer Hiding Them From the Authorities (OT) Original Overworked Rebellion Therapist/Original Overworked Rebellion Medic (OT)

These both seem like great opportunities for h/c! Especially the therapist/medic. Such mutual potential angst and comfort. :D

Idealistic Resistance Pilot/Jaded Former Rebellion Pilot (ST)

This sounds like fun. I'd prefer to not see it that the Resistance pilot just “fixes” the Rebellion pilot's views. Maybe more like they affect each other and more both come closer to the middle of that binary.

Pilot Who Stayed With the New Republic/Their Resistance Pilot Lover (ST)

Juicy! Would love to see it focus on their different ideologies, especially if it's one of my fave things where the NR pilot doesn't necessary disagree with the Resistance but just isn't the kind of person who can leave their whole life behind and live like that – and they can still do good where they are. Would love to see the Resistance pilot understand this, even if they are frustrated by it. And at the end of day, even if they don’t quite see eye to eye, their love is strong.

Tallissan Lintra/Paige Tico (ST)

I still ask myself constantly how I fell in love with Tallie with like five seconds of screentime and two lines of dialogue, but here I am. Paige is my fave lady to ship her with. I like the dynamic that it's very much Tallie's actual job to protect Paige while in battle. (I know I can't actually request additional character, so totally feel free to ignore the rest of this section.) It's be nice to see Tallie be friends with Rose, as with the sisters being so close, I feel like that would be a thing. Quadruple bonus points for any mention of Tallie's sister, Kallie, who was mentioned for like two sentences in the ROTJ junior novel.

Cal Kestis (JFOS)/Wyl Lark (C-EU)

When I absolutely fell in love with Cal even before JFO came out, I needed a good boy to ship him with. The game didn't really provide, so I went looking elsewhere in the saga and came up with my other favorite good, soft boy at the time: Wyl Lark. I played with the idea of Cal somehow getting cryofrozen or whatever and waking up the same age in Wyl's time, or Wyl somehow getting transported to Cal's time, but if you choose to write this, is whatever you wanna. Also a fan of Force-sensitive Wyl. Obviously you're not beholden to this, but I headcanon Cal as asexual bi and Wyl as demisexual pan.

Bode Akuna/Cal Kestis (JFOS)

And then Survivor gave us Bode! At first my headcanons with them were very soft, and then – oof, that reveal. Really anything goes here that involves these two genuinely caring for each other. Canon-compliant, AUs, whatever. I don't tend to read/write a lot of Jedi, and I've loved what I've seen of these two connecting through the Force if that comes out in time. I also looove the idea of Cal being a virgin when he gets together with Bode and Bode being all gentle and caring and leading him through his first time. (I mentioned above no dubcon/noncon, and I know some people would consider Bode's identity stuff that – I'm cool with this pairing, no matter how you play that.) As mentioned above, though you're obviously not beholden to it, I do headcanon Cal as asexual (and both he and Bode as bi), and it would also be cool to see them figuring this out together.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu (Any), Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu (Legends)

*yelling* My #1 OTP! 10/10 will adore anything where they’re together. Something set during that first six months after Tycho’s defection where Wedge was afraid to get close to him and wouldn’t even call him by his first name? Yep. Any type of Lusankya-related angst? Yep. Trial-related angst? Yep. Tycho comforting Wedge when the burdens of command are too much? Yep. Wedge comforting Tycho when the burdens of command are too much? Yep. Anything about what they're doing during all that off-page time in early NJO? Yep. Role-reversals of any kind? Yep. Literally anything? Yeeeep. (Bonus points if anything with Tycho set in NJO features him Not Vibing with the Jedi's pacifism bs.) Genuinely my favorite thing in the world is to just beat one of these guys (usally Tycho, but either way is great) over the head with angst and pain until they break, then have the other one gently put them back together/help them put themselves back together. <333

Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra Halcyon/Rostek Horn (Legends)

Look me in the eye tell me there wasn't something with these three. (Okay, I respect it being what it is canonically, but also.)

Tycho Celchu/Corran Horn (Legends)

You know those things you start shipping as a joke and then – oops, feelings? Yeah. At some point along the way, I just got really invested in these two being friends, and I’m interested in that becoming into romance as well. I especially love the idea of them really bonding after Corran’s return from Lusankya, with having that shared trauma between them. Corran leaning on Tycho to help him though it, Tycho finally having someone to talk to who really gets what he went through. Or maybe it’s before that, Corran trying to deal with being attracted to Tycho while also not trusting him? Big headcanons on Corran being bi and not quite ready to accept it. The two of them struggling while in quarantine on the Lusankya together. Or even something later on, once all of that is done with and they trust each other and are flying together. Tycho is pretty eager to jump to help Corran during I, Jedi. Or maybe Tycho supporting Corran through his exile nonsense in NJO? (Bonus points if anything with Tycho set in NJO features him Not Vibing with the Jedi's pacifism bs.) Anything goes.

Wedge Antilles/Corran Horn (Legends)

That said, I also got a little spark of “what if this pairing?” on my last X-wing reread. Maybe something to do with Wedge's reluctance to get close to the new Rogues, but Corran getting under his skin anyway? Nothing really specific, just intrigued by this premise.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu/Luke Skywalker (Legends), Tycho Celchu/Luke Skywalker (Legends)

With the popular pairing being Wedge/Luke, and my personal OTP being Wedge/Tycho, I'm just kinda interested in smooshing those two together. Maybe two are already together and third pines? Idk. On a similar note, just Tycho/Luke. Again, nothing real specific for these two pairings either, just find the idea interesting. (I am intrigued by the possibility of Force-sensitive Tycho, so maybe that could be something to play with?)

Wedge Antilles/Broak Vessery (Legends)

The always-wonderful Rogue Podron podcast put me onto this one with how they talked up Vessery and his interactions with Wedge. I like what similar characters these two guys are: both skilled pilots, super dedicated to the people flying with them. Not exactly allies, but not exactly enemies, being forced to work together for a greater goal. I like the idea of something happening between them on Isard's base, like non-even-quite-friends-with-benefits, just an understanding of each other as people and blowing off steam, maybe getting some comfort. Again, I know I can't really request additional characters, but bonus points for Tycho opining on the situation, whether he doesn't like it or is encouraging.

Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu/Wes Janson/Derek “Hobbie” Klivian (Legends)

Ah, the classic OT4. I just love how these four are always together in the X-wing fics. Friends, lovers, any combination among them? Golden. Just some random ideas: How the four of them got together and in what order. Dealing with Wedge being the only one there when Tycho got back from Lusankya and Wes and Hobbie not being able to see him for some time. Dealing with their separation while Hobbie and Tycho are with the Rogues and Wedge and Wes are with the Wraiths. Or, y'know, anything. ;)

#swrarepairs #dear creator letter #dear author letter #swrarepairs 2023

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his first love — jake

synopsis. firsts with a partner are always nerve-wracking, whether you’ve had them before or not. but imagine meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time, with his first love there the whole time? oh, right, you don’t have to imagine—you are!

pairing. boyfriend!jake x gender-neutral!reader ft. oc

word count. 1.5k (1583)

genre(s) + warnings. established relationship au, fluff, (minor) summer au. food mentions, a wee bit of a misunderstanding, and jake is just too cute for me to handle :(((

listen to! infrunami, steve lacy ⭑ blue lemonade, red velvet

notes. to those who saw this before, No you didn’t... it has never been posted before but anways! here’s a cute, lil summer fic since it’s starting to get hotter out!! and i Mean hotter bc why was it 38 degrees (celsius) out today... anyways!!! enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Nervous, excited, slightly nauseated, but mostly nervous was all you felt right now. It was all you’d been feeling since your boyfriend, Sim Jaeyun—or “Jake,” as he preferred to be called—had asked you to meet his family at their yearly summer barbecue.

“Come,” he’d said, “It’ll be fun.”

So, here you were now, on a sunny August afternoon, right in front of the Sims’ residence with Jake’s hand in your sweaty one.

He gave you one last smile before he reached for the doorbell with his free hand.

“Wait!”

His hand stilled mid-air, as he raised an eyebrow.

You nibbled on your lower lip, squeezing his hand. “What… what if they don’t like me?”

Jake made a face, like he couldn’t believe what you were saying, and asked, “Do I like you?”

“... I mean, I hope you do.”

“Wrong!” He flicked your forehead quickly, but quickly soothed the area with a chaste kiss. “I like you very much. Some people would even say I like you an abnormal amount. So, don’t worry about whether they’ll like you or not.”

You couldn’t deny that the feeling of his lips on your forehead and his words made you feel jittery all over, but you could also feel the jitters from your nerves. But, Jake was smiling that wide, boyish smile of his—the one that said that you were worrying too much and everything would be alright—so you gave his hand a little squeeze and nodded.

“You’re ready?” he asked, squeezing your hand back.

Giving his hand one last squeeze, you stared at the wooden door in front of you with a determined glint in your eyes. A smile stretched your lips, and you scoffed. “I was born ready, Jakey.”

Without any hesitation, Jake rang the doorbell and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

You’d lied.

“W-wait—“

The appearance of a young woman, probably in her 20s, cut you off and you were immediately scrambling to match a name to the unfamiliar face. You couldn’t remember anyone who looked like her, however, from Jake’s impromptu presentation he’d given you of his family yesterday, so you stumbled out an awkward, “H-hi.”

That didn’t deter her, however, from smiling widely and pulling you into a warm hug. You were confused and shocked, but you somehow managed to wrap your hands around her.

Pulling back, her already-wide smile widened even more and she exclaimed, “You’re _____, right?”

You nodded, still confused and in a slight daze. You spared your boyfriend a glance, hoping he’d help you out, but he had a mischievous smile on his face. “Uh, and you are…?”

Her smile dropped slightly before her eyes narrowed in Jake’s direction. “He didn’t tell you about me, did he?”

“Nope.”

She glared at Jake at his response, scowling, but then offered a hand in your direction. “_____, I’m Myeong Soora, Jakey’s next-door neighbour, childhood friend, and first love.”

You’d been nodding along to every single word she’d been saying, until the last two registered in your head.

“What?”

Everything’s fine, everything’s fine, everything’s—

Everything was not fine.

You were on Jake’s backyard patio now, barbecuing some strips of meat and regretting ever coming.

It wasn’t because of his parents. No, they were some of the sweetest people you’d ever met; his dad was a laid back man with a dry sense of humour, while his mum had been practically begging your boyfriend to bring you home more often since the moment you two had hugged. And, it wasn’t because of your boyfriend, either. Even though your eyebrows had been twitching with irritation, and you’d been slipping him glares the entire afternoon, he hadn’t been mischievous enough to cause you discomfort. Despite the whole not-telling-you-his-first-love-would-be-at-his-family’s-barbecue thing. Which, of course, was super minor and not a reason for you to worry and fret, at all.

The first love, in question, was currently hovering around you with a bright smile, clearly oblivious to your discomfort.

A strained smile on your lips, you refused Soora’s help one more time. “Ah, it’s really okay. I’ve got this.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on her face dim slightly—like, literally decrease in brightness—and you sighed internally, thinking she was going to back off. But, then, she perked up and her smile was even wider and brighter than before.

“I’ll go set the table then! Be right back!” She squeezed your waist, catching you by surprise, and skipped off.

Your eyes followed her cheerful figure closely, before you closed the lid of the grill and fixed your gaze on your boyfriend.

Jake was lying on a lounge chair, shades on his eyes, and probably trying to catch a couple zzz’s while his parents were consumed in a tense match of chess. He looked peaceful like this, relaxing in the sun without complaining about it for once and you almost felt bad for what you were about to do.

Almost.

Quickly and quietly, you snuck up behind him and whisper-shouted a deep, “Boo!”

His reaction was instantaneous. One second, he was soaking up the sun rays, like a cat lying out in the sun, and the next his eyes were wide and darting around wildly. His eyes darted to meet yours, simmering with thinly-veiled irritation, and he straightened immediately.

“‘s food ready?” he slurred, sleep still in his eyes. He tried rubbing it out of his eyes but only ended up knocking his knuckles against his sunglasses. Grumbling, he murmured, “If it’s not, could you make what you want to tell me quick, please? I want to go back to sleep. I can already hear my dream calling me, I—”

“No.” You crossed your arms over your chest, a frown pulling at your lips. “Sim Jaeyun, I am giving you the next five seconds to explain why your ex is here at my first meeting with your parents.”

“My ex?” His eyebrows furrowed and he fully sat up now, turning his head to look at your form behind the chair. “I don’t have an ex. And, even if I did, why the hell would they be here?”

It was your turn for your eyebrows to furrow. “What do you mean you don’t have an ex? Soora literally exists, don’t lie to me.”

The crease between his eyebrows wrinkled his forehead further, until he had a visible ‘oh’ moment, and let out a short laugh afterwards. Getting up from the chair, he checked to see if his parents were still absorbed in their chess game, before leading you towards a small, enclosed area close to the shed in their backyard.

Jake cupped your face softly, staring deeply into your eyes, as he said, “Nothing ever happened between Soora and me. She was my first love, that’s all.”

“And, how is that supposed to make me feel better?” you mumbled back, removing your face from his hands. “Your first love is still your first love, especially to your parents. How am I not supposed to worry and think about if they’re constantly comparing me to her, to see if I fit their standard? Doesn’t help that she’s actually here.”

A flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes again, causing him to sigh with relief. “No, _____, when I say Soora’s my first love, I mean like, my first love. Like, from when I was five. We only bring it up because I tried proposing to her as a kid, and she rejected me in front of our entire preschool class.”

Oh. Oh.

You averted your eyes from your boyfriend’s, hot all over—from what you wished was the sun, but was really just pure and utter embarrassment. Suddenly, your flip-flops were the most interesting thing in the world, and staring at Jake was the equivalent of staring directly into the sun.

He spotted your embarrassment and let out a teasing laugh. “Do you really think I’d let you stay here if an ex of any kind was here? Come on, I would never do that to you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you paused, twiddling your foot, “I was just getting ahead of myself for a second there.”

Again, he cupped your face softly, raising your head and simultaneously staring into your eyes. He laughed again, a warm but teasing sound, at your obvious signs of embarrassment. “No, no, no, I totally get it. If Soora was an ex, and I brought you here, that’d be really disrespectful. I would probably flip out and sulk for the rest of the day if it was me.”

You laughed along, a slow smile forming on your lips. “Just flip out and sulk? That’d be a very mild reaction from you for something on that scale.”

“Be quiet,” he scolded, but the smile was still on his face. “I would handle it maturely, like any other adult, excuse you.”

“Oh, really now?” Raising an eyebrow, you slipped your arms around his waist and tugged him closer to you. You feigned a thinking expression, muttering, “That doesn’t sound like the Jakey I know.”

Jake rolled his eyes playfully. “Shut up.”

Your eyes flickered to his lips, as you shrugged. “I don’t know, why don’t you—”

Soora’s shrill shriek interrupted you, and, though everything had been cleared up, you were cursing her in your head for different reasons. That was, until you could make out the words she was saying in her frenzied state.

Your heart dropped.

“The barbecue!”

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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hiya there! i love your work and i was wondering if i could request a Chishiya fic where its 3 times the reader almost kisses him and the one time he kisses them OR 3 times they almost confess their feelings and the one time Chishiya confesses his feelings. its up to you! :D

Thanks for you request! Here you go! 😉

Interrupted Confessions | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Niragi, middle-aged woman from the second game, OC, Aguni, militants)

Summary: You and Chishiya keep trying to confess your feelings for one another, but something always seems to come between you when you finally get the chance

Warnings: drinking (reader), violence, mention of dying/death, guns, gunshots, panicking, mild angst

Word Count: 2.5k

*reader is gender-neutral

Chishiya wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions, especially when it came to romantic feelings. He appeared so confident and smug most of the time, but if someone was to even give him a bouquet of flowers or wink in his direction, his sarcastic remarks become caught in his throat and he doesn’t know how to react.

He could tell that you held romantic emotions for him. He was a people watcher, so he knows how people act when they feel that way. For ages, he tried to ignore the fact that you liked him, but as time pressed on and he began noticing you a lot more during games and at The Beach, he could slowly feel himself develop feelings for you back.

He knew he had to tell you soon enough, but every time he tried to open up to you, the world just didn’t allow him to have the chance.

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1st Attempt

The first attempt Chishiya had at trying to express his interest in you was at The Beach.

It was a usual late night, everyone dancing and singing on the big patio of the hotel, allowing themselves to indulge in the delusional thoughts of being safe and sound, not having to worry about their lives for the time that the alcohol infected their hearts and minds.

You had had a few drinks, beginning to feel a little light headed yourself. You had dragged Chishiya down to the bar with you, convincing him to keep you company due to not being able to find Kuina or Usagi. Chishiya gladly went along, wanting to make sure you didn’t over do it and end up getting yourself hurt.

You sat on a stool at the bar, leaning on the wooden bench and staring down into your empty cocktail glass. Chishiya leant on the bar next to you, scanning the crowd of rowdy and social people. It was entertaining, watching people being drunken idiots.

He glanced over to you as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Chishiya,” you mumbled. “Have a shot. I feel bad for being the only one ordering. You’re making me look like an alcoholic.” You nudged a small glass filled to the brim with liquor in his direction, trying to encourage him to drink it.

Chishiya smirked as you looked at him pleadingly. He lifted his hand out of his white hoodie pocket and pet your head playfully. “No thanks Y/N. A matter of fact, I think you’ve had quite a bit.”

He could tell the intoxicating alcohol was beginning to get to you as he saw your eyes begin to gloss over. Your movements became a little more lazy and disorientated.

You pouted and looked into his piercing eyes that filled with the unfamiliar feeling of care and concern for you. “Just one more cocktail? We haven’t even been down here for long and you already want to leave,” you groaned, turning back to the bar to shout for the bartender.

Chishiya rolled his eyes and chuckled at you. You were lucky he liked you. If anyone else was to act the way you did around him, they would irritate him like no tomorrow.

Around half an hour later, Chishiya and you were strolling up the stairs to the roof, wanting to escape the chaotic ground level that pounded heavily as the bass in each song seemed to become more and more powerful, beginning to make your head hurt.

Chishiya and you giggled together as you tripped up the stairs slightly, being able to catch yourself before you face planted. Chishiya held a firm grip on your shoulders, making sure you don’t end up hurting yourself.

“You’re such a lil’ goose,” he laughed, turning his head towards you with a wide smile across his face, showing off his cute teeth. You smacked his cheek lightly, being embarrassed from his intense stare, considering how close his lips were to yours. “Shut up, you’re no better when you’re drunk. Last time you drank, I had to drag your ass up all these stairs like a baby. And you’re much heavier than you look.”

Chishiya laughed, and in a moment of bravery, he lifted a hand and gently stroked his knuckles across your face. Your skin was hot and soft under his touch, making him feel warm inside and gaze lovingly at you.

Silence took over the atmosphere, and you both stood still in the hallway together and stared into each other’s eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking, but the warm lights made Chishiya’s skin glow beautifully, and you didn’t think he had ever looked so gorgeous.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Can I do something?” His heart was pounding so loudly, he was afraid you would be able to hear it through his chest. Why was he suddenly feeling brave?

You smirked and cocked your head to the side, pretending to not understand what he wanted. “And what would that be?” you questioned in a playful tone.

Chishiya took his arm off your shoulder and placed it against your other cheek, holding your face delicately in his hands so he could keep you looking at him. “This.”

Just as Chishiya was slowly leaning in to crash his lips onto yours, you both suddenly heard a deafening bang down the hall. The sound made you both quickly jump apart in fright, snapping your heads to see what caused the noise.

There stood none other than Niragi, having just kicked a young woman into the wall across from the room they came from.

“Locking doors I see? What exactly do you have to hide?!”

Chishiya and you stood completely still as you watched Niragi stride over to the woman and grip a fist full of her hair, pulling her up and making her scream in pain.

“Y/N, come on,” Chishiya said quietly next to you, sounding rushed.

You looked at him confused. “What? We can’t just leave her,” you said, stumbling after him as he dragged you by your wrist, trying to pull you away from the scene.

“It’s not our business. She went against the rules, we can’t defend her.”

That wasn’t true. He could easily take on Niragi to help the girl, and so could have you. But considering your state at the moment, and Chishiya’s main concern being your safety around Niragi, he just wanted to leave to get you safe again.

Your safety was more important than a small kiss or saving a girl who broke the rules.

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2nd Attempt

Chishiya’s second attempt to admit his romantic feelings towards you occurred at a game together.

The game was held in an apartment complex. Luckily, you two had managed to be put into the same group, meaning you could work together to survive. Two militants from The Beach also joined you, one of them being Aguni. Chishiya and you knew you wouldn’t receive any help from them, so you decided to just stick to you two for this one.

The game was a five of spades. The players had to find a safe zone to turn off a bomb within the time limit without getting killed by the ‘Tagger’.

As soon as the game began, you suggested to Chishiya to go to the top level, as you would be able to get a good view from there and be able to determine the Tagger’s patterns and habits to take note when searching for the unlocked door.

You both stood at the end of the top floor, having a clear view of the many levels and seeing all the players scattered in different positions.

You felt your heart sink as you saw a middle aged lady with a handbag on one of the middle levels. She was alone, looking around confused. It made you guilty that you couldn’t do anything to help her.

“As usual,” you heard Chishiya mumble beside you. You glanced at him and saw him scanning the players before continuing. “Everyone looks like they’re about to die.”

You blinked at his statement, looking back over the edge of the concrete railing. The vast sea of darkness that became darker the further it was away from the game made you feel empty. It purely just appeared like a black hole, waiting to suck you back into it’s depressive atmosphere.

“Sounds about right,” you responded to Chishiya.

Chishiya turned his head towards you, feeling his white locks become tangled together from the wispy wind. He examined your features as you stared over the area, admiring the way your skin glowed in the fluorescent lights. He looked down to your legs, hearing your shoe lightly tap anxiously on the ground.

He slid closer to you on the railing, placing a soft hand on your thigh to still your shaking leg and placed his chin on your shoulder before speaking softly. “Don’t be scared, I’ll protect you.”

You turned your head slowly towards him, seeing your lips only inches apart once again. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “As if I need protection,” you teased.

Chishiya huffed, hiding his face in your hair in fear of you seeing the blush creeping onto his cheeks. You smiled at his movements. “You’re a bit clingy today, aren’t you?”

From that comment, Chishiya pulled his head back and looked into your eyes. His emotions were bouncing around his mind, making his heart beat quickly in confusion. Why couldn’t he just say it? Either of you could die at any time, why was he wasting time?

A piercing sound filled the air, and you gripped the back of Chishiya’s hoodie to roughly pull him to the harsh ground. Your reflexes went into overdrive as the gunshots rang. You glanced towards the hall on your right, in fear of seeing the tagger there. But luckily he wasn’t.

“Y/N, look.”

You looked towards Chishiya to see him standing over the railing again. You scrambled to your feet and stood beside him, following his line of sight.

A door a few levels down had several bullet holes around the sides of it. The tagger had tried to shoot someone there from a different level.

“He hasn’t done that yet. He’s trying to protect it,” Chishiya theorized. You nodded and pushed off the railing. “Come on, we don’t have much time left.”

You both quickly entered the lift and selected the floor the damaged door was on.

As you both stood in silence, Chishiya’s words that almost poured out of his mouth before still rang in his ears.

‘I’m clingy because you make me feel safe.’

When will he ever have the chance again to tell you that?

He promised himself that if you both survived that game, he would confess to you before your next game. Because who knows what the game makers would make you do next? For all he knew, it could get you killed, and he would never be able to get to tell you how he feels.

************ 3rd Attempt

Surprisingly, Chishiya wasn’t the one to confess his feelings first. You were able to bring enough courage together to say it to him, but it wasn’t under the best circumstances.

He always envisioned his confession to you as being sweet and loving. He dreamed of telling you how he felt underneath the stairs on the roof, like a cliché romance movie.

But he didn’t get that chance.

You and him were huddled together in the corner of a trashed room. Chishiya held you tightly against his chest, patting your head to try and ease your rapidly beating heart and nervous breaths.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. “It’s okay. This’ll be over soon, and we can leave. We can find somewhere else to go.”

Gunshots rang outside the door of the room you were hidden in. Chishiya felt you flinch at every bang, making his heart sink lower and lower. He hated not being able to comfort you, it made him feel sick almost.

The Beach had become a game arena. Aguni has demanded the militants to kill everyone on sight so he could find the witch the hard way. As soon as Niragi had yelled and shot several bullets to the ceiling, sending everyone into a sudden panic, Chishiya didn’t even give you time to think before grabbing your arm and dragging you hurryingly away from the lobby to hide from the militants.

So there you were, trying to make yourselves as small as possible behind a turned over table in the corner of a pitch black hotel room. Chishiya thought it was best not to hide in his room or your room because the militants would look there first to find you.

Chishiya lifted his face from the top of your head to glance towards the door. He sobbed slightly in fear as he saw shadows through the small crack at the bottom of the door. People were running back and forth through the halls screeching for help, trying to escape the murderous militants.

He felt you wrap your hand around his upper back and tuck your face into his neck, causing your tears to make his sensitive skin wet, not that he really cared.

He sighed heavily, trying to relax into your touch. It was deemed impossible to be calm, but having you there with him brought him more relief than anything else could’ve in that moment.

Chishiya placed his cheek on your head, snuggling into you and inhaling your scent. “I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

Chishiya frowned at your apology. “Why are you saying sorry?” he asked.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cried quietly again. “I’m so in love with you Chishiya, and I’m so sorry that I’ve waited until now to say it. But I’m afraid if I don’t, I won’t get another chance.”

Chishiya felt his heart stop in his chest. Silence fell over both of you, but then Chishiya placed a soft hand on your jaw to lift your teary face to face his.

“You idiot,” he laughed, tears still streaming down his smooth cheeks. “You’re an idiot. You should’ve told me this sooner, I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the exact same thing.”

His words only made you sob harder, pushing your face towards him to share a desperate kiss. It was messy and emotional, but that kiss alone was enough to make both of you understand how much you truly cared.

Whether you both lived or died at that moment didn’t matter to either of you, all that mattered was that Chishiya finally crawled out of his shell to let you in, and you had finally been able to create the courage to express what you truly felt about him.

*****************

3 Months Later...

The breeze flew gently past your body, making your skin develop small goosebumps at the cold feeling. Your eyes scanned over the vast ocean of water in front of you, almost being blinded from the morning sun reflecting off the surface.

You glanced behind you quickly when you heard light taps of feet against the grassy ground. Chishiya walked away from the tent and rubbed his eyes. He sat next to you, but not without giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning baby,” he whispered into your ear. You smiled at the pet name, turning your head and placing your lips against his. “Good morning.”

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Katherine “Kat” Barker

~Major Original Character from “The Devil You Know/The Devil You Don’t”~

One of the three human exchange students brought to the Devildom, along with the Sorcerer Solomon and Joey Andrews. Like Joey, she was assigned to live in the House if Lamentation under the watchful eye of Lucifer and his brothers, with Lucifer appointing Mammon specifically as her guardian. She and Joey share the guestroom as their bedroom while attending RAD.

While Joey is the protagonist or “MC” of Devil You Know with a backstory and narrative that diverges greatly from the canon of Obey Me!, Kat’s backstory and narrative arc closely mirrors the backstory and narrative given to the MC in the game. She discovers Belphegor in the attic and attempts to make pacts with the seven brothers in order to free him (after having made her pacts with Mammon and Levi), and during the course of the story, discovers she is the descendant of the Demon Brother’s late sister, Lilith.

Also like Joey, Kat was brought to RAD against her will. She is initially very frightened, and feeling desperate and hopeless about her situation which is what spurs her to make her first pact with Mammon (along with initial pressure from Levi to help him get Mammon to pay him back money Levi lent him). In spite of her initial wave of fright however, she proves to have bravery when it comes to certain circumstances. Kat is someone whose always been envious of those with big families, as she only had her parents growing up. Her character arc largely revolves around her sense of family expanding, feeling less alone/helpless, and being able to find her emotional footing. -

Kat is a very socially anxious and wary person, especially around strangers. However, when she becomes comfortable with people, she’s a very outgoing, kind, and cheerful individual. She is also quite unflappable when it comes to situations that might be frightening but not social in nature. She can be impulsive and deals with a lot of intrusive thoughts and feelings of paranoia.

Kat enjoys walking in nature and loves animals more than anything else. If she can’t be outside, she’ll settle for watching a shit ton on nature documentaries. She also particularly enjoys crafts and practical DIY projects. She’s also quite strong and may like to show off a little by picking people up or impressing others with the number of push ups she can do.

Kat has a more familial relationship with the brothers and sees them as long lost uncles (and cousin in the case of Satan). She might develop a romantic relationship with one of the previously undatables or one of the minor OCs in this fic, but that’s still to be determined.

~Quick Facts~

Age: Early Twenties

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her Pronouns)

Race: Human (Celestial Descent)

Neurotype: Unknown

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 5′9″

Hair Color: Red (w/ a white stripe through her bangs)

Eye Color: Violet (Similar to Beel + Belphie, often gets compared to the actress Elizabeth Taylor because of this in the human world)

Nationality: United States (New England Area)

Sin Affinity: Greed, Gluttony

#obey me ocs #obey me fanfiction #kat barker (obey me oc)#obey me mc #fic is a lucifer/oc fic but kat isn't the oc in that equation

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Nominations are LIVE!

Time to get to nominating this year’s delicious rare pairs!

When nominating, please fill in “Mass Effect – All Media Types” in the fandom box.

As a reminder, both gen (&) and romantic (/) relationship tags are allowed for this exchange. Any relationship that fulfils the criteria below is eligible! If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask the mods!

ELIGIBILITY RULES:

A pairing must have 200 or less works when viewed with completed works OR

NEW: A pairing may have over 200 works, but when viewed with completed works and otp:true parameters, the amount of remaining works is both under 200 and less than 1/3rd of the total number of works.

For Example:

* If Adrian Victus/Steve Cortez has 138 works, then it will be accepted as it has less than 200 works. No further filtering is needed.

* If Volus God (Self-Declared)/Liara’s Hanar Half-Sister has over 200 works, but when searched with the above parameters, only has 5 works, it would be allowed as it would have met the under the 1:3rd ratio rule.

* If Brooks/Krogan Wondering About Fish on the Citadel has over 200 works, but when searched with OTP: true and completed works parameters, has 100 works, then it would not be allowed, as the ratio between the completed works and completed works with just the pairing (otp:true) would be too high to qualify. This new rule is meant to help pairings that are commonly used as “side pairings” but rarely are featured in works where they are the focus.

If you have any questions on those rules or you just want to hang out and talk Mass Effect pairs beyond the most popular ones, consider joining us at Our Discord server. It’s a great place to hang out and talk rare pairs.

If this is your first year or you just want a guide to find out how to do nominations, please read below:

1) Go to the Ao3 Tagset Page for Spectre Requisitions while logged into Ao3. A tagset is what most Ao3 fan exchanges use to determine what relationships (in Spec Rec’s case) or other criteria are used for an exchange.

If a pairing is not nominated, it will not be able to be used for sign-ups, regardless of whether it would have been eligible otherwise. (Example: Suvi/Chakwas, while certainly being eligible as far as total works go, won’t be an option to ask for if it’s not nominated.)

If you don’t have an Ao3 account, contact the mods, we’ll be happy to help you get one with an invite link!

If you do have an AO3 account and you’re logged in, you should see this button in the corner that says “Nominate”:

2) Click the Nominate Button.

You should wind up with a page that looks like this, with 1 fandom tag and lots of relationship fields to fill out:

3) Fill out the Nominations Sheet.

For fandom, please use “Mass Effect - All Media Types”. We only use Mass Effect - All Media Types because it gives us the highest chance of getting that sweet, sweet Mass Effect content in there regardless of potentially sticky couples (for example: crossovers between a book and a game, or between the Mass Effect Trilogy and Andromeda, or crossovers between other media and Mass Effect) and because Ao3 frankly doesn’t like it when we have couples wandering through different fandoms in the tagset. For Relationships, any pairing/threesome/moresome that meets the eligibility rules. For most pairings, Ao3 should help autocomplete it for you -- but if you come up with a very original pairing (or AO3 is feeling unhelpful), it may require you to type in the full thing. If it does not auto-complete, don’t worry - you can still submit it! Pairings should be in alphabetical order of names. One pairing per line, please!

4) Submit your Nominations! Just click the button on the bottom, and you should be off off and away!

FAQ:

How can I tell what is under 200 completed fics? I’m not a mind reader, C-sec officer!

You can search AO3′s tags here to find pairings for a given character (canonical only gives you pairings big enough that Ao3 has declared them canonical categories). It should look something like this:

If you see a number under 200 here, you’re golden! Submit away. If it’s over 200 here, however, don’t despair - check the completed works. For example, let’s look at this couple, Garrus/Tali:

Doesn’t look eligible if you just do a tag search. However, if you click the tag and then do a search for completed works only and you might be surprised!

To do this search for completed works, look at the “Sort and Filter” sidebar and scroll down until you reach the “More Options” field and under “All Works”:

Click complete works only. And in this case, you’d find this couple is, in fact, eligible!

However, let’s say you look at the couple and find they are still over 200, as in the example below?

Well, there is one last thing to check:

Go back to the sidebar, then down to More Options and scroll down to “Search within results”:

OTP: True will show you ONLY the works that are tagged with JUST the target couple. When you sort and filter, you will see a total. In this example’s case, that number is 30:

What this means is that off the 204 works in Garrus/Tali right now, only 30 only focus on Garrus/Tali as a couple. As a result, the ratio of otp:true works to completed works is less than 1/3rd of the total, and the couple would be allowed to participate.

What if I accidentally nominate something that’s not eligible? Will I get in trouble?

Nah. You might wind up with it being rejected, but we assume most people operate in good faith in their nominations. If we reject a couple, we will always put it in the spreadsheet for the year linked on the sidebar with a reason why.

How many things can I nominate?

10 pairings - so choose carefully what you’d like to see and write. That covers both Andromeda and Trilogy, and all the novels, comics, etc.

Can I nominate, even if I’m not sure I’ll sign up or don’t plan on signing up?

Of course! Nominating isn’t a binding process - you’re only voting for what you’d like to see. You don’t have to sign up after nominating things - in fact, nominations are anonymous, so we can’t tell what you’ve nominated.

Are there any special rules/restrictions on what I can/can’t nominate?

Only the eligibility rules.

Can I nominate Original Characters?

Yes - ish. We allow original characters who are defined enough to give the person who matches on the original character something to go on, but not so much so they have to do an exhaustive amount of research on a fanon character. For example:

Allowable OC nominations:

Female Asari Spectre/Female Cerberus Agent - both these roles are defined in terms of what category of pairing they want (f/f), and the two roles give someone an idea of who these people are without being excessively limiting.

Not-so-allowable:

Communications Officer/Male Original Character: both of these are too vague. We’re not sure whether this person wants a male, female, nonbinary, or other gender for the Communication’s Officer; Male Original Character is so nebulously defined that we’re not sure just who that might be.

Female Shepard/Batarian(s) - We don’t know who these batarians are, or how many of them there are. “Five Male Batarian Pilots” tells us a lot more.

Male Shepard/Legion/Ebony Raven Darkmayne (My OC) - While we encourage you to add details about your Shepards or other OCs, it’s very hard to write for original characters someone else has formed. Please nominate your OC in more generic terms (ex Male Shepard/Legion/Female Original Goffic Hogwarts Student). You can add in names and descriptions in optional details in your sign up, but this way the writer or artist has more wiggle room for what will suit their fic or art, and you have more options of matching more people since you aren’t limited to one interpretation of a concept.

A good rule of thumb is if you can sum up an OC in five non-name nouns, it’s probably a valid nomination.

Can I nominate crossovers?

Yes! Crossovers between different Mass Effect properties are welcome and and are crossovers between ! Just please, if the character you’re crossing over doesn’t hail from a Mass Effect canon, add in the canon next to the character name, eg “Darth Vader (Star Wars)/Garrus Vakarian.”

#Mass Effect #spectre requisitions #specrecs2021 #specrecs_nominations

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After Camlann Big Bang 2019 Masterlist

Thank you to all our wonderful writers, artists, beta readers and hype readers who participated in this years After Camlann Big Bang! We hope you will consider participating again this year! Below is the final masterlist for After Camlann 2019:

Title: Arthur in Avalon Author: harlequin aka slashweaver Artist: altocello Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Guinevere (background), Elyan/Niamh, Arthur/Lancelot, Arthur/Merlin (endgame); Arthur, Niamh and Orlaith (original characters, both Sidhe), Lancelot, Freya, Elyan, Gaius, Merlin Rating: Explicit Word count: 29,000 Summary: Arthur died in Merlin’s arms, and he’d thought that was the end of his story – but then he wakes up in agony in Avalon, as the Sidhe remove Mordred’s sword-point from his flesh. Soon Arthur is convalescing, and befriending Niamh, daughter of the Sidhe Queen Orlaith. He meets up with other old friends in Avalon, too, who find contentment in this place, but Arthur can never quite settle. He wants to return to the mortal world and continue his work. Orlaith tells him that’s possible – but first the Sidhe want something in return for healing him.

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Title: Mock the Time Author: seaweed-is-cool Artist: valika56 Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Guinevere (canon), Arthur/Merlin, Merlin, Arthur, Guinevere, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, Mordred, Morgana, Aithusa, Nusar (OC), Daegal, Gaius Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 49,905 Summary: Magic has returned to Camelot in all its glory in the hope that one day Merlin may return. Three years after his banishment (that only lasted three days truth be told), Merlin does so but appears to be a changed man. Yet appearances can be deceiving. Although Merlin may be familiar to the prospect of treason whilst under the thumb of the usurper of Essetir, the question remains whether he'll be able to betray his destiny. Whether he'll be able to betray the man that he loves. Post S4 AU

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Title: A single man in possession of a good fortune Author: slantedknitting Artist: @merlocked18 Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Mithian, Arthur/Elena, Arthur/Gwaine, Arthur/Others, Arthur, Merlin, Mithian, Elena, Gwaine, Percy, Mordred, Sophia, Vivian, Gwen, Leon, Kilgharrah, Uther, Morgana, Hunith Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,000 Summary: Arthur is the first openly bisexual Leading Man on the popular dating show, Most Eligible, where he’s meant to find his one true love—and get engaged. He comes to the show with the goal of finding a wife, but he still has to date all of the male contestants. And one of them, a certain Merlin, keeps making it harder and harder to stick to his original plans. Arthur knows what he wants though, and he’s pretty such it’s Mithian. Or is it Elena? Could it be Gwaine? Maybe it’s actually Merlin after all? What a pickle.

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Title: Counterfeit Princess Author: JessicaMDawn / Artist: delicious-irony Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot; Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Gwaine, Gaius, Lancelot, Will, Agravaine, etc. Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 33,570 Summary: Morgana le Fay is Duchess of Ealdor, a moderately sized city in the kingdom of Albion. Her two best friends are Gwen, her handmaid, and Merlin, the physician’s assistant. One day news arrives that Prince Arthur is coming to town to meet her, but why? When Morgana goes missing the day before Prince Arthur arrives, Gwen approaches Merlin with an idea: Merlin can pretend to be Morgana until the Lady is found. The idea is ludicrous - not least of all because Merlin is a man - but with a little bit of magic it might actually work. The plan starts out well, with Morgana’s guard out searching for her while Merlin distracts the prince…except that Merlin finds himself falling in love with Arthur, who is visiting with the intention of making Morgana his queen. A gender bending fairy tale fic.

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Title: The Prat Whisperer Author: bunnysworld Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Percy, Morgana, Leon, Aggravaine, some minor OCs and a horse Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,260 Summary: Arthur buys a beautiful stallion that turns out to be un-ride-able. Morgana convinces him to seek help from a horse whisperer. Arthur doesn't believe in such stuff, but he's at his wit's end, so he allows Morgana to make the call. Merlin and his crew come to Camelot Estates to help a horse in need. Will he be able to whisper to the horse? And probably its owner, too?

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Title: Of Lions, Foxes and Bears Author: Szpurka Artist: Chikynosora Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Will, Hunith, Gwaine, Jarl Rating: Explicit Word count: 43,472 Summary: Five years ago in The Great War Against Sorcery Prince Arthur went missing in the middle of a battlefield. WIth King Uther’s untimely death a few months later, the war ended. Then Agravaine (late Ygraine’s younger brother) has settled on the throne of Camelot, seemingly a friend of all things magic. Now, a wounded unconscious man emerges from the lake near Ealdor, where Merlin does his laundry. Merlin’s fascination with the man pushes him right into the heart of an intrigue he never dreamed of, filled with revenge, politics and adventures. He also learns more about himself, his powers and his destiny, all the while trying to help keep his heart from being corrupted by blood and war.

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Title: Travel far enough, you’ll meet yourself Author: slantedknitting Artist: @schweet_heart Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Mithian, Arthur, Merlin, Mithian, Elena, Gwaine, Gwen, Lancelot, Kilgharrah, Gaius, Hunith Rating: Explicit Word count: 31,000 Summary: Merlin has his father’s journals and spell books, but he wants a deeper connection to the history of magic in his family, so he studies abroad in Estonia where his father used to live. There, he meets Arthur, who seems to be coming under attack from mysterious people in Tallinn. Merlin’s never been very good at wielding his own magic, but it starts working with him more and more as he uses it to protect himself—and to protect Arthur. Too bad Arthur is a standoffish prat who probably doesn’t deserve the help, but Merlin’s magic doesn’t seem to mind.

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Title: draíocht Author: amuk Artist: Nivelle Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin, Lancelot, Gwaine, Tristan, Morgana, Mordred, Percival, Leon, Elyan Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 27,000 Summary: Arthur will return, at a time of great need. Well, the king had returned, along with all of his knights, but Merlin wasn't quite clear about the 'great need' part. Maybe it was the fact that Morgana and Morded had returned too, proving it wasn't just the good who got reincarnated. Or maybe it was just Arthur's great need, since Gwen might have returned but she didn't seem to care for him much. Or maybe the great need was the headache forming in Merlin's forehead and all he really needed as an aspirin.

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Title: A Dream Doesn’t Become Reality Through Magic Author: violeteyedhair Artist: siennavie Pairings/Characters: Gwaine/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen, Percival, Gaius, Nimueh Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 26,000 Summary: When Gwaine finds Merlin unconscious, he can’t help but follow the man he loves into a strange, enchanted dream world where the Purge never happened and Merlin’s magic is celebrated. He has to convince Merlin that returning to a world where he hides his magic is somehow best. They then uncover the source of the enchantment, and that Arthur, too, has been trapped in a dream, along with everyone else. And to make matters worse, all of this is getting in the way of his courtship with Merlin, which is horribly troublesome and not exactly going as planned…

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Title: War of Attrition Author: DLanaDHZ Artist: Lefayeart Pairings/Characters: endgame Merlin/Arthur, early Merlin/Gwaine, Lancelot/Gwen, Gaius, Hunith, Uther, brief appearances by Will and Elyan. Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 36,818 Summary: Moving to a new university to live closer to his mother, who has had a recent health scare, really shouldn't be this difficult. However, Merlin's new roommate, Arthur Pendragon, is determined to force Merlin to move out before he's even moved in! A prank war ensures, personal items go missing, and parties are minefields. Merlin's dorm life royally sucks, but not everything is terrible at school. He's got some new friends, including the sweet Gwen, and there's a sexy footballer named Gwaine who's too suave for his own good. Anything can happen in college, even going from enemies to friends to... more? Man, feelings are complicated.

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Title: Sea Change Author: fictionista654 Artist: mistbornhero Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Freya/Nimueh, Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, Freya, Nimueh Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 50,816 Summary: Ever since his mother died in a boat crash two years ago, Arthur Pendragon has been wracked with guilt and grief. His one touchstone is an online novel called The Ladies of the Lake. When Arthur sends the author Dragoon the Great a complimentary email, it sparks an online friendship. In his emails to Dragoon, Arthur can pretend that his life isn’t a total disaster. In reality, his therapist is forcing him to spend the summer in the beach town where his mother died. There he meets and falls in love with the completely weird, utterly lovable Merlin. But Merlin has his own baggage, which threatens to destroy their burgeoning relationship.

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Title: A Window in Time Author: Ivalee Artist: aarins_rou / brolinskeep Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Gwaine Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 29,676 Summary: Geophysicist, Arthur Pendragon, receives a grant from his sister's company for a research venture in a newly discovered cave. His first day on the project, Arthur follows a mysterious voice into a small cavern. He finds himself talking with Merlin, who claims to be a sorcerer from the 14th century. Arthur becomes so enamored with his new friend that he won't leave the cave, which naturally concerns his sister, and not just because she needs his research to increase profits. When Merlin is captured for using magic, Arthur is desperate to rescue him, but how can he help someone 700 years in the past?

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Title: Vârcolac Author: rotrude Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur; minor Gwen/Daegal Rating: Explicit Word count: 44,000 Summary: 1740, Young Queen Maria Theresa of Austria sends Hauptmann Arthur Pendrachen and Leutnant Oberarzt Merlin Emriß to Transylvania, currently belonging to the Austrian Crown, with the task of dissuading the locals from believing in legends and myths that are archaic, provincial and frankly absurd. This is the Century of Philosphers, the Age of Enlightment and the state must spread rationality and scientific thinking all around! In short Pendrachen and Emriß are to drive some sense into those credulous peasants who still believe in the undead, also known as vârcolaci, moroi -- vampires. It all starts to plan, but their journey journey ends up being fraught with less Enlightment and more peril than they'd wagered for.

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Title: Lay Your Head Down on the Shoulder of a Good Friend Author: skitz_phenom Artist: siennavie Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Uther, Ygraine, Balinor, Hunith, Leon, Elyan, Lancelot, Percival, Gwaine, Guinevere, Gaius, Kilgharrah, Nimueh, addt’l Rating: Explicit Word count: 97,000 Summary: With Camelot readying for the upcoming gathering of rulers of the Southern Kingdoms to discuss peace, Uther has tasked Arthur with an additional duty: befriend the Prince of Essetir and learn anything he can of King Balinor, and of magic, and of dragons, that might be of interest should the treaty not succeed. That's easier said than done, as he and Prince Merlin don't exactly hit it off immediately. But, befriending Merlin and learning of magic and life in Essetir leads Arthur down the paths of discovering long held secrets surrounding his own birth, and his mother's ill health, and his father's hatred of all things magic. Adding even more complications to the mix are rowdy knights, frustrating princesses, a possible traitor in their midst, and an overly-verbose dragon; not to mention the burgeoning and peculiar feelings for his fellow prince that Arthur struggles to put a name to.

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Title: Gladiator Author: @clea2011 Artist: lfb72 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur Rating: Mature Word count: 115,000 Summary: When Cenred and his army of sorcerers conquer Camelot, Arthur loses everything. His home, his kingdom, his father, his sister… all are taken from him and he's forced to fight for his life for public entertainment. Thrown in with strangers, Arthur makes new friends and dangerous enemies. He knows he’s probably living on borrowed time but one man and a baby dragon just might make a difference - if he can survive his next fight.

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Title: Take Us Back Author: sdewan6 Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Morgana, Leon/Percival Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 28,000 Summary: All of Arthur's and Merlin's friends are dead (Gwen, Elyan, Gwaine) or dying (Gaius). They fight themselves to move past it as other kingdoms circle greedily to take advantage of their weakened state after the war with Morgana. And while Leon and Percival grow closer, Merlin and Arthur drift apart for the king struggles to accept Merlin's magic. And, to make everything worse, Merlin gets kidnapped just as all his magic runs out. Great. Just great.

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