#Swords of the Undercity

[nimrodimus]

ttrpg fam you Need to go check out the kickstarter for MISSPENT YOUTH: Fall in Love, Not in Line (watch wil wheaton play)

its fully funded, and you get all the past releases with it! its adding a bunch of rly cool settings to the game from a lot of amazing creators. i want that stretch goal for a setting by the creator of Thirsty Sword Lesbians.

you want check this out

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/fraggingunicorns/misspent-youth-fall-in-love-not-in-line

#theyre not paying me i just rly like this lol #fragging unicorns #fraggin unicorns #misspent youth #misspent youth fall in love not in line #kickstarter #thirsty sword lesbians #fragging unicorns games #tabletop role playing game #ttrpg #OC prelsey #opti #shadowrun #cyberpunk #punk #robert bohl #wil wheaton #clifton lambert #cz wright #gangs of the undercity #zephira #nathan blades #spire #hard wired island #ava rogers #james palmer

[shuttershocky]

Consider, Barret.

I'm always considering Barret!

He's my favorite FF7 character and his design in Remake is outstanding.

Parts of Barret didn't age too well (his original character concept is "big and scary man" and he's the only major black character so uhhhhh) but I love that he's an unapologetic revolutionary and a genuinely charismatic leader that cares for the people under him as much as for his cause, whether or not they're even his responsibility.

One of the more endearing parts of the Remake is all the ways that Barret still cares for Cloud despite Cloud only being a hired merc instead of being a true believer in Avalanche; he gets worried when Cloud doesn't make it back immediately after they bomb Mako Reactor 1, and when they bomb Mako Reactor 5 and Barret thinks Cloud is about to fall to his death, Barret immediately says "Listen merc, I was wrong about you!" because he won't let anyone under his command die without him doing everything he could, even if all he can do is tell them they made him proud. He even offers to to stay behind and help Cloud battle Rufus Shinra, expecting Rufus to cheat (he does) and not wanting Cloud to sacrifice himself just to buy the party time to escape when that should be his responsibility as Avalanche leader.

He's even a loving father that spoils his daughter Marlene, but instead of making that detail something that contrasts his hardass personality, it's because he has a child that he's a hardcore eco-terrorist—his child's future is on the line.

I love that he's obviously the most well-read party member, quoting books about planetology and social justice in between all of his other lines being a Mr. T caricature. When the likes of Tifa grow uncomfortable with Avalanche's mission because of the ordinary people whose lives they disrupt too, he's always there to steady her and remind them all that their fight is literally for the planet's life; most Shinra employees are ordinary people just trying to do their best for their families, but Shinra itself is slowly destroying the planet and will kill them all, this fight must be done for everyone's sakes. A good man that serves an evil master must recognize his complicity before he can redeem himself.

One of the coolest things the Yuffie DLC does is expand more on Avalanche as a resistance group with different factions, with the main faction receiving support from Wutai. Barret's group is called "the splinter cell" because the other Avalanche factions don't want to associate with them since they think bombing the Mako reactors goes too far. The rest of Avalanche don't want to destroy Shinra entirely and ruin the lives of many people in the process, they want to force it into reforms.

Sonon and Yuffie end up chatting about this and Sonon says "The problem is, Avalanche is made of good people. They're soft. They want things like better work conditions, fair elections, equality for the undercity members. They can't do what needs to be done, and will eventually be against us. If you ask me, those guys in the splinter cell are who we should be supporting." Sonon is speaking as a Wutai agent out to destabilize Midgar in vengeance for Midgar burning Wutai to the ground back in the war, but it also really highlights how Barret is the only real force for change inside Avalanche, if all the other Avalanche factions are getting support from other countries and doing nothing while Barret is waging a full on war and earning victories against Shinra with only a gun, a girl that can punch good, and a twink with a big sword.

Also gameplay-wise Barret carries this fucking team on his back. Steelskin and his huge healthpool make Barret a tank (very important when many enemies can decide to give you the finger and wipe the entire team), and Lifesaver allows Barret to take damage meant for his teammates, which is critical for surviving many tough fights, but also makes gimmick/joke builds like Nailbat Cloud viable where you want to keep him on 25% health to have that crit chance and damage boost, but can't let him get slapped once or he dies.

That's on top of Barret's skills being your best ranged options in Remake that isn't spending MP (Aerith can do way more damage with spells but also dies to a sneeze without spending materia slots on HP Up), which is also highly important as half the enemies are flying around and Cloud can barely air attack until Rebirth reworked him. There's also bossfight gimmicks like The Arsenal's guns being interrupted by Focus Shot (you normally need Thundaga to stop it and Hard mode doesn't let you use items, making MP conservation really important) Maximum Fury being amazing at building stagger on bosses from the sheer hitcount and being very satisfying to use, and Barret's incredible Deadly Dodge allowing you to cheese the super annoying Brainpod fight because he swings his gun and hits all the Brainpods at once.

Finally, it's really funny how the Remake added in a big cosmic fate force called the Whispers that have the ability to raise the dead and cause or prevent disasters as fate demands it only for them to be destroyed by Barret and Red XIII shooting it repeatedly. Capital D Destiny, a fundamental force of the multiverse, was slain by the power of a guy with a gun and a weird dog.

[bestworstcase]

thoughts cooking.

mountain glenn, grimm overwhelmed the city and the people took shelter in caves, building an entire underground city after the destruction above. an explosion later opens a breach into a grimm nest, grimm flood the city again, and vale seals off the tunnels, implicitly without attempting rescue or evacuation, sacrificing the people to protect the core city.

<- same choice ironwood made.

“i see lives that could have been saved,” and all. vale created the world’s largest tomb.

fast forward a few decades. a single transport ship approaches vacuo with the news that salem came to vale and “there’s nothing left.” the huntsmen aboard “led the civilian retreat, brought as many people as we could…”

that turn of phrase—‘led the civilian retreat’—doesn’t evoke a panicked, disorganized scramble to get away from vale. it calls to mind the orderly evacuation procedures we saw during the battle for beacon, where people were loaded efficiently into transports to move them from beacon into a safe zone established in vale. port and oobleck were in charge of that retreat too. (and it demonstrated generally that emergency evacuation is something vale has on a lock—the assault on beacon blindsided everyone but the kingdom’s crisis response plan sprang into action like a well-oiled machine.)

only one ship, though.

when cinder attacked beacon, they retreated to a safe zone in vale. when salem hit vale, the immediately obvious place to establish a safe zone is patch—it’s close by but separated by a body of water, and it’s relatively defensible (an island). unlike vale, patch probably doesn’t have the room or resources to support a large urban population indefinitely, but you can use it as a relatively secure staging area for a subsequent evacuation to somewhere else. what you probably can’t do is squeeze anything like the majority of vale’s population onto patch island. (i mean, you could if it’s as huge as it appears to be on the map, but the map is NOT to scale and i get the impression that patch is supposed to be quite small.)

mountain glenn. “i see lives that could have been saved.” vale’s greatest failure, standing abandoned as a dark reminder. and “if you can’t learn from [history], you’re destined to repeat it.” did vale learn from its failure in abandoning mountain glenn to die?

in this fractal spiral of a story. ironwood didn’t get his way, but what if he had? “we are saving who we can” -> “brought as many people with us as we could,” with the history teacher whose chosen purpose is to prevent another mountain glenn from happening hunched over, haunted, in the background. is this a fucking counterfactual.

also if there were people left behind in vale, the mountain glenn undercity is the obvious place for them to flee. it’s not safe, but you can get there from vale through the tunnels (less exposed than driving or flying above ground) and if you can barricade the points of ingress to the cavern, it’s at least a more defensible place to set up an encampment than anywhere out in the open.

and i mean it might be that salem massacred the city and let one ship escape to maximize the damage to morale and provoke as much outrage as possible for the sake of getting the sword out of that vault. but mountain glenn is such a crucial narrative cornerstone, and vale has a history of making the kind of sacrifices ironwood tried to make with mantle, and the specific phrasing used here is interesting (“nothing left” vs “no one left,” “civilian retreat” implying an orderly process a la the evacuation from beacon).

i think it’s also the more narratively interesting and dynamic choice for there to have been a judgment call to leave a large number of people behind—it’s a counterfactual vehicle for unpacking team rwby’s conflicted feelings about their decision-making in atlas through comparison to what vale’s leadership did in the same situation, and there being some ambiguity as to whether anyone else survived allows for a thin ray of hope (maybe there are some people still alive) to galvanize the coalition into a counteroffensive (if there’s even the smallest possibility of survivors, we need to help them. we have to try.) and you draw the tension in salem’s character between her extremism and her effort to chart what she believes is the minimally destructive course to the surface by putting a survivor’s encampment within her immediate reach.

#the army of revolt too maybe. #much to think about!

[y-rhywbeth2]

OK, so good news(?); either the temple is so dilapidated that it isn't worth taxing (considering its in a part of the city that's so old the modern city is built on top of it: fair) or else Durge will be going to jail for tax evasion... Oh dear, it looks like it's time for the apocalypse! What a shame that will interfere with the court date!

Also they seem to expect the bank to still be standing once they're done razing the city and they are a fucking terrible employer:

Player: "Fine. I'll open an account." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Splendid! New coin and customers always welcome. We need only settle the matter of Waukeen's Wage." Player: "I've recently come into a large estate. Could I sign it against that as a guarantee instead?" Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Naturally. We serve the Gate's oldest families - not all have cash in hand. What kind of establishment would we be if we saw value in coin alone? Could you provide the address of your property?" Player: "It's in the Undercity." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Oh, by the Coinmaiden! How, er, quaint. And the name of the manor?" Player: "Erm, the Bhaal Temple." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Is that B-H-A-A-L or B-A-L-L?" Player: "Bhaal. As in, the Lord of Murder." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Silly me - of course! Let me check our records..." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "I'm afraid your estate is not registered on the Sword Coast customs censuses - have you been paying your mansion taxes? Or perhaps it isn't valued highly enough to be above the threshold." Player: "It is an illustrious household. We employ paid help!" Narrator: *You wonder how many years ago it was you last gave Sceleritas so much as a table scrap of your dinner, let alone any paycoin.*

Hey, he's a fiend! He has no biological needs to pay for, and I dread to think what he'd spend money on.

And more of Durge being a hilariously entitled brat:

Player: "The indignity! I'm heir to one of the oldest families in this city!" Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Then why not bring the gold for the account? Father not given out your allowance yet?"

Good question!

BHAAL. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY POCKET MONEY.

That said, I don't think Bhaal has ever had estate in the city whose existence he predates and I don't think that they have any claim on the Anchev's stuff (assuming they weren't nouveau-riche). Then again, the temple is technically Bhaal's house, has been there forever, and as a god he does outrank the nobility, so... they're kind of right?

"I am a god and an honorary Patriar, you peasants."

Player: "Fool! I will soon hold the treasures of the world over, as all tremble in stricken awe." Head Clerk Meadhoney: "Do come back when you do!"

#I'm keeping my original headcanon though #Durge did you basically just fucking try and pawn your father's temple to the bank #Waukeenar: “Yes the Bhaalists are all serial killers but more importantly: have they been paying their taxes?” #I will never get tired of Durge being a brat and nobody taking them seriously #All that said the temple still involves finances employee management networking and all that stuff #So my “Orin did all the paperwork and hates you all” headcanon stands #babbling #/durge

[goatse-syndicalist-69]

Over the past several months @robotgirlbutt and I have been developing a sword & sorcery ttrpg intended for open table play. It is today with great excitement that I get to announce that we are finished with our alpha testing and are opening up the table to anyone interested. If you don't know what an Open Table is I suggest giving Justin Alexander's Open Table Manifesto a once over.

So what is the Bloodfall TTRPG? It's a sword & sorcery ttrpg (think Elric, Conan, or Fafhrd & The Gray Mouser) that's loosely based on the Cepheus Engine/Mongoose 1st Edition Traveller and our love of 1974 D&D. It is also mostly a dungeoncrawler but has a lot of room to grow out from that featuring heavily hexcrawling, social encounter procedures, and a fully integrated war game. This bit is probably the most important part of what Bloodfall is, a re-unity between tabletop roleplaying and war gaming.

The main campaign takes place in and around the Free City of Kyrath and its sprawling undercity megadungeon but we're working on adding a lot more regional wilderness locations in the near future. So if you're interested in a comprehensive sword & sorcery tabletop roleplaying system designed by a team of queer writers you can DM me for the server that we're running the table out of.

#open table gaming #bloodfall

[adventure-doodles]

New D&D character. Meet Quill!

Workflow / Process

Quill story...click below. :-)

Quill

A rogue turned Kenku formerly Rinnalya Rosewater aka “Rooftop Rin”

Originally a half elf, Rinnalya Rosewater, was born to loving human / elf parents who owned a bakery in the Trades Ward of Waterdeep (Breadsmith Bakery - known for cookies shaped like swords & shields*). Rin quickly grew bored of the idyllic life of early morning bread baking and kitchen duties. From an early age she sought adventure, danger, and all the things fine pastries could never bring into one’s life. She was constantly daydreaming of something more.

It was one misty morning in the early spring when her daydreams became reality. She ran into a rooftop running rogue, or rather he ran into her, after gracefully dropping from the eaves of the high stacked buildings of the Wards during a chase from the Watch. With quick and clever action, and some exchanging of cloaks, Rinn assisted the rogue in fooling the guard to give up the chase. Afterwards, in thanks, the rogue gave her a token of good luck: a coin with the face of Tymora (which she still has to this day) and the name/location of a contact she should check out if she might ever be interested in more of these types of pursuits.

It was from this moment forward Rinn vowed to leave the flour dusted life her parents had planned for her. She made her own plan, saved what coin she could squirrel away, and trained - or at least tried to, on her own time in the back alleys when no one was watching (breaking more than a bone or two in the process). She was ready to leave home as soon as she blew the candles from her Coming of Age celebration cake - or at least she thought she was ready - that fateful night under the light of a clouded moon when she packed her meager possessions and never looked back.

Thus began Rinn’s journey as a rogue - seeking out the contact she’d been given so many years before. Life was rough at first, but got better as it went along. Whether it be a simple drop or a high value transport, over time, Rinn became one of the best and most accountable rogues for any job across the rooftops of Waterdeep (and its undercity Skullport), eventually earning her the nickname: Rooftop Rin. She had just accepted a role as the prominent runner for an up-and-coming guild called the Nightwalkers - when her luck finally turned.

It was during her initial run with the guild, after being handed off the lift from a high value target, dashing across the rain slick tiles high into the night air while traveling south from the North Ward, Rooftop Rin fell.** It was many stories down, broken on the cobblestone, where she died. Shortly after, this was where an elderly druid passing through discovered her - and for whatever reason (she never could get a straight answer) felt compelled to cast reincarnation - resulting in her current form as a kenku.

Mentally broken, with holes in her memory which she still has to this day (unable to recall the most recent events of her half elf life, how she fell, and/or who was in the Nightwalker guild exactly) and physically deformed (her opinion on the matter) she decided to leave Waterdeep and serve the druid, in thanks and also because she didn’t know what the hell else to do - traveling with him from the city she had always known to his grove in the Misty Forest on the edge of the High Moor. She has served the druid since, eventually being told his name (Fellini), learning more than she ever wanted to about the growth patterns of spores and mushrooms, spending her free time dreaming of the city she left behind and of the smell of fresh baked bread and pastries: of the life she turned away, never lived, and now can never go back to.

#dnd #d&d #kenku #curse of strahd #character art #original character #character design #dark aesthetic #plague doctor #dungeons and dragons

[thr-333]

about boys' relationships with their parents! im curious about all of them but ngl I'm the most curious about how developed relationship between Leo and Big Mama, when did she see the potential in Leo to be her heir? and how would he react at the news she considers making him inherit her business?

i'm also very curious about Donnie + Splinter, Donnie + Big Mama, Mikey + Draxum and Raph + Splinter!

oh yeah also! completely unrelated, but- is Big Mama's assistent in this au? since it was said by show's writers that she was supposed to be boy's lost sister i was wondering if she gets some role here or not really?

When big mama first came into their lives she didn't see the boys as individuals more of a collective. They were Splinter’s kids and a useful tool for her to use to get to him. As they grew she slowly started to acknowledge their individuality. It was useful to know that the purple one responded to praise. The Red one wouldn't pick up on any of her lies. The orange one would believe every false promise. But the clue one was different, the blue one was annoying.

When she praised him, he asked for more, and more, and more. Yet no matter how many compliments she layered on top of him he would still turn around and tell her no. He picked up not every single one but most of her lies. Would ask question after question until he poked enough holes that it was better to cut her losses. He would never believe in a single promise she made. Even ones she kept, he would regard each and every one with suspicion.

He was annoying, difficult to manipulate and not worth the effort. It was easier to focus that on the more gullible kids. He became the unfortunate cling on. The one she would make a passing effort to please but never invest more energy in than necessary.

The turtles grew up and Big mama grew apart for splinter. Then grew closer to him, then back apart. The kids would come and go. Sometimes she would pick them up and drop them off just to convince them to sway their father to her side.

Little tangerines eyes were always big and woeful enough to convince the martial artist to forgive Mama. However he would cry and cry whenever they fought and soon Splinter learnt it was better for the little turtle if the two stayed apart. Her little genius was so smart yet absolutely hopeless. He would make short statements like ‘you should forgive her’ with no passion or tears behind it. Not nearly enough to convince the cautious man. Candy apple could bumble his way into it sometimes . But he was more useful for the extra push Splinter needed when he was teetering right on the edge.

She had almost given up on getting the children to work with her directly when one day baby blue surprised her. She had promised some sort of reward, a day out in the undercity if they could convince their father to let them stay the week(She was well aware this was the anniversary of his proposal and her snuggle muffin just needed enough time to himself to think about what could have been, what could still be if he came crawling back to her). None of the other kids begging could sway him. Then Blue swept in, they were back in her arms in under three minutes and her ex-fiance was offering her another ring in under three days. They broke it off a few weeks later but it didn't matter, because she had found something far more valuable.

Baby blue could convince his father of anything. Splinter never got wise. Whenever she was around to witness it she watched the different ways the turtle would approach his father. It was clumsy, unrefined, but it was effective. She had a weapon, one she could sharpen and hone. Unfortunately he was a double edged sword.

The mark of pride for any manipulator is that they cannot be manipulated in turn. Baby blue was very prideful. None of her tricks worked, the turtle made it very clear she would not get anything out of him for free.

It was humorous when he was young. He was still a child after all. His concept of a fair trade was trinkets, or theme park visits. All things she could easily give for the value he was offering in turn. But as he got older those demands grew, and they changed, becoming harder to meet.

She had to give up opportunities to kidnap the children. Holidays, christmas, birthdays all times when Splinter would miss them most and be likely to give into her. She had to weigh the value of those chances versus what baby blue served right in front of her. It became harder to decide.

Then the real interesting part came.

It was proposed as an innocent weekend trip. She left them alone for a couple of days and he would convince his dad to go freely with the people she sent to collect them the following week. It was perfectly set up, not an easy enough choice to be obvious bait but a deal she would obviously ultimately take. Yet when she sent her people, she was unsuccessful.

The so called weekend trip had been to a new filming location. A top secret, well funded project with frankly ridiculous security, her yokai couldn’t get through. Between the security and the cameras constantly running it was too much of a risk for her or even that loathsome goat to get to any of them undetected. The filming crew even had some hidden yokai within it’s ranks so they risked it getting back to the hidden city and facing real consequences. When big mama looked into this, she discovered that those yokai had been offered jobs there by blue himself.

The boy had orchestrated a situation where she freely let them travel. Where she wouldn’t be able to get to them for months. Where the deal they made was null and void as her men couldn’t go pick them up the following week.

It was glorious.

Blue didn’t do it consistently. So she’d never know if she could take the deal he was offering at face value or if there were layers behind it. Of course she was still Big Mama, the big wig of the hidden city. She had the power and resources to tip any hand in her favour. Yet blue had the one thing she didn’t, Splinter’s favour. His love.

She would win more of these games than she lost. Sometimes she would win less than she wanted, or in a different way than intended. Blue was never discouraged and for his tenacity he pulled the rug out from under her a few times. With every battle they engaged in he became quicker, sharper. He would pick up techniques from her and throw them back in her face later.

It was annoying, still as annoying as it had been when he was but a meer tot. Every loss stung her pride… yet it filled something deeper within her. Another flavour of pride, one meant for the successes of others.

Witnessing her baby blue pull the same things on the Baron was a thing of beauty. Sometimes they would both be against the goadish goat, working side by side, words weaving with one another until a web was set, One not solely of her own making.

The first time the thought came to her was when contemplating ways to convince baby blue to get his dad to fight in the Nexus. It had been an idle thing, what if he wanted the Nexus to succeed? He wasn’t disinterested in the battles. Blue had sat with her in her booth more than once, cheering or critiquing fighters. Usually she took those opportunities to slide in how much better it would be if his pops was fighting, but those were always brushed off.

He would feel differently if he was the one running things. Watching the numbers go down and the glory days slip away. The whispers that the most powerful Yokai in the city had lost her touch. The blows to the pride and the vault.

Yes Baby blue was a smart boy, her smart boy. He would see this and know what needed to be done. But he was still young, inexperienced and clumsy in ways. Big mama was used to weaving large scale plans, little threads connecting plots together and spreading her influence. It was the way she won every deal even if she lost.

She could keep playing this game with her Blue. She could stand the losses and celebrate the victories. No matter what each success and failure would build the turtle up, teach him, mentor him. He would grow into something formidable, perhaps more so than her.

How long would it take him to realise playing this game was useless? If he wanted her to leave his papa alone so badly surely he would know it was better to cut it off at the source. Not only take her best fighter away, but her whole Nexus too. Give her no reason(beyond her own foolish feelings) to go after the man anymore.

Yes, a hostile takeover of the Nexus. How many years would it take him to realise this was her plan all along. Or was this all some big plot of his this whole time? Had he planted this idea in Big mama and she was about to double cross herself? No, no her baby blue was still too young for that. He wouldn't have thought that many years ahead.

For now she will continue to weave this web. A web she would gift her Blue. To trap Big Mama with when the time was right.

—

I did not expect that to turn into a 1500 word ficlet, people really aren’t kidding when they say they have no control over characters.

Uhh I think I talked about Big mama’s relationship developing with Leo enough. Would Leo be surprised she thinks of him as an heir? Or was it his plan all along? Who knows?(me, I know, I’m being mysterious)

As for the other characters, I’m not going to answer in this ask because it’s wayyy longer than I expected already(I am chuffed to bits about this). I can’t promise I’m gonna write a small chapter like this for every one of them.

As for big mama’s assistant- probably venus- I’ve been tossing up on including her. I have an idea, but it’s mostly for a funny skit so I don’t know if it’s worth including in this. I say as if this au isn’t a collection of little skits. But I have a bunch of other stuff to talk about so I have time to think on it(feel free to try and convince me one way or another)

#this is why I love asks #you have no idea how much more stuff I would make if people engaged with what I’m creating #triple divorce au #tdau #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt

[wolfcamellias]

🌷 ...Revived AU... 🌷

After the Samadhi Fire was removed from Red Son and the fire split into four rings, Sun Wukong was assigned with the task of raising Ao Lie's descendant hundreds of years later when Long Xiaojiao was born.

And then DBK was sealed away and Qi Xiaotian was taken in by Macaque as an apprentice.

🌷 ...Notes... 🌷

Sun Wukong trains and raises Long Xiaojiao with the help of Spider Queen (Zhizhu) who acts as the girl's aunt. She's around 22 when the AU starts and she gains her guandao and sword

The first outfits for Xiaojiao and Wukong are formal wear meaning they don't wear it throughout the AU unlike the rest of their outfits. Their main outfits are the casual ones and the ones used for the fur and horn references.

The first outfits for Macaque and Xiaotian are the ones they wear the most throughout the AU. Xiaotian wears his casual clothes more than Macaque does (he only wears his once and covers it all up with his jacket). They also wear their third set of outfits every now and then.

Qi Xiaotian is trained and raised by Macaque in the Undercity, a demon realm that's meant to be the opposite of the Celestial Realm composed of districts and areas that stretch out throughout the LMK universe. He's inherited both Wukong and Macaque's powers due to a certain incident and is unaware of the Monkey King's powers being inside him.

Nezha is Xiaojiao's older brother

Xiaotian got his scar at a young age

Demon macaques like Sun Wukong and Macaque have lighter/white fur when they're younger and it darkens when they age, this means Macaque is a little younger than Wukong in this AU

🌷 !! Warnings !! 🌷

Certain scenes of this AU contain toxic home environments, psychological manipulation/torture and mild gore. Some of the cast will get hurt physically and mentally due to the story and be mindful when reading some of the story-parts of the AU. (Ask to tag certain things if necessary.)

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #monkid kid #monkie kid au #revived au #🌷 #qi xiaotian #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk mei #mei #long xiaojiao #lmk long xiaojiao #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #macaque #liu er mihou #character reference #references

[dndhistory]

438. Carl Smith, Bruce Nesmith and Doug Niles - CA1: Swords of the Undercity (1985)

After years without any new campaign settings in (A)D&D, with everyone playing in Greyhawk and the unnamed (later Mystara) world of D&D, campaign settings are coming out pretty frequently with the last couple of years seeing games set in Ravenloft, Hyboria, Dragonlance, Pelinore, Kara-Tur and now Lankhmar. 

Originally the setting for Fritz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser stories, this world was a huge influence on Gygax and his imagining of Greyhawk (you only have to read Gygax's Gord the Rogue novels to see how influential it was), so it was only natural that the game would eventually incorporate the universe of Lankhmar into itself. 

With the prefix CA, standing for City of Adventure, this module is composed of three short adventures, each by a different writer, and a good selection of writers at that. A pretty good introduction to the world of Lankhmar with a seamless introduction of game mechanics into that world, this is a fun module with some great interior illustrations by Valerie Valusek. 

#adnd #dnd #ttrpg #ad&d #d&d #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #Lankhmar #fritz leiber

[lullabyes22-blog]

Silco Headcanons 🦈

Silco headcanons because Crime Shark Dad is gnawing my brain with his sharp teefs again. Beware horribleness. Slight tw: for covert narcissistic features, I guess? 

A flair for both writing and oratory. Definitely of the Angry Young Man persuasion. The pen is mightier than the sword - and he ain't afraid to stab a bitch with it. (Literally, once).

Contrarian to the core. He is That Asshole™ who enjoys playing devil's advocate just to learn his opponent's triggers - then pushing for the sadistic satisfaction of seeing them explode. 

Arguing with him is an exhausting endeavor akin to getting arrested. Everything you say will be weaponized against you. Better to zone out and engage as little as possible until he grows bored and leaves you alone.

Rage levels on par with Vi's pre-betrayal. Rage levels on par with Jinx's post-betrayal. Either way, that's a loooooot of rage. He's learnt to flick it on and off like a switch - but it's always there, beneath his surface sophistication, bleeding into all of his choices.

Different types of alcohol bring out different sides of his nature. There is a story behind each glass of whiskey on the rocks (keeps him mellow), highball of red wine (makes him nostalgic), shotglass of tequila (makes him belligerent), snifter of bourbon (makes him downright murderous before he blacks out.) 

Excellent at chess - but loses to Jinx because she makes wildly unpredictable moves with no pattern for him to second-guess and plan ahead.

Neptune in Gemini, for all y'all astrology lovers. 

Keeps his salon appointments like clockwork. Enjoys haircuts and manicures, and the overall sensation of being served. Reminds him of the privations of his youth, and how the Undercity deserves better.

Not that he's sharing, mind you. Charity is not in his vocabulary. Janna helps those who help themselves.

His laugh is nearly as creepy as Jinx's. One time they both burst into laughter at an awful joke - and every lackey within earshot thought the Drop was possessed by poltergeists. 

Surprisingly good dancer. Snappy footwork and a keen sense of rhythm. Also executes a mean hitch kick. 

His wardrobe costs more than his entire family could ever make in ten years. Every so often, he remembers this. Then he goes out and buys another suit.

Talks during sex. You’ll get a running commentary of all your best and worst attributes. Rip.

Has a weakness for Jazz music. Billie Holiday, Sinatra and Miles Davis leave his mood sentimental, upbeat or brooding, respectively. 

Master of the backhanded compliment. 

His style of seduction is negging you until you’re in tears. You’ll wake up in his bed the next morning, wondering Wtf just happened?

When he and Vander were teenagers, they hotwired an Enforcer's patrol-car and crashed it at the edge of the Sumps. Ranks as one of his five happiest memories. 

Oral fixations. If there's no cigarettes in range, he will gnaw pencils, straws, ice cubes, chicken bones. Younger, he used to chew his own fingernails, and learnt to wean himself off the habit because it telegraphed insecurity.

Those crooked teeth are sharp af. 

Code-switches seamlessly. His Piltie accent and mannerisms were acquired after spending time in Piltover’s academy on a Fissures’ scholarship. But if he’s drunk, angry or sleepy, the coarseness of the Lanes resurfaces in his speech patterns. 

Uses diminutives as a way to put people in their places rather than as a show of affection.

Speaking of affection - he grew up with little patience for physical displays. Then he met Jinx, and realized that a cuddly child climbing into his lap was maaaaybe not so bad. He'll indulge in it, but only up to a certain point. He's a busy man with a hundred things to do.

His love language is quality time + words of affirmation. He is also adept and welding them as weapons to get what he wants.

Can cook. i.e. can make edible food out of inedible food. Never particularly cared for fancy cuisine; he eats to live, not the other way around. Jinx changed that. Her horror at the blandness of his daily menu (fry-up for breakfast, boiled mutton for lunch, slurry mulch for dinner) motivated him to diversify his palate. Now he can whip up the spiciest stew and ice the cutest cupcakes. Sssh. It's the Undercity's best kept secret.

He enjoys being near bodies of water. Regularly goes to the Pilt - sometimes with Jinx, sometimes alone - to wade through the waters that nearly claimed his life.

Still capable of roof runs. Sadly, he's not as swift as during his youth. The injury to his eye has also screwed with his inner-balance; narrow spaces give him a queer sensation of vertigo.

A natural storyteller. Knows almost all the urban legends and folkore of the Undercity. He’d use them to entertain or soothe Jinx if she was upset.

Vander taught him to throw punches as a boy - same way Vi used to share her moves with the other sumpsnipes. The lessons still exist in his muscle-memory. He's deceptively spry and can pack a nasty right hook. 

He also fights insanely dirty. 

Consummate showman. Has an entrepreneur's fire in his belly and can charm you into forking over cash for the shittiest object - simply with how he dresses it up with his words.

A confrontationist with authority figures. As a teenager, he’s gotten into trouble with Enforcers on multiple occasions. Older, he's no different. He's simply traded his belligerence for a finely-concealed contempt. Also: bribes.

His favorite color is blue (because: Jinx).

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #arcane meta #silco meta #silco headcanon #silco my beloved #arcane headcanon

[theoreticalconstruct]

Morning Routine

For the Final Fantasy Kiss Battle (which is still going.) Also for @polyamships' Multiamory March (prompt: Hope). Fandom: FFVII Characters: Cloud/Tifa/Barret

Cloud woke up earlier than Barret did on a regular basis. Barret didn't believe it at first, having trained himself to wake up at dawn even in the obscured light of the Undercity. Part of him thought Cloud was doing it on purpose - as if he'd known Barret was proud of waking up so early and wanted to take it from him.

"How are you awake?" he remembered asking once, when he'd still been half-asleep and Cloud had already been dressed and wearing his sword. It was just after the sun had risen in their little camp, and the others had still been asleep. He'd never had the heart to make Tifa wake up with him, even the few times they'd shared a room or even a bed for warmth in the coldest nights. Cloud apparently felt the same, which was a relief.

Cloud had just looked at him with those strange, alien blue eyes. "I have trouble sleeping," he'd answered brusquely, before turning away.

For some reason, that had given Barret pause. Maybe because when he'd known him in Midgar, the guy hadn't been able to lie worth a damn - one reason why he'd just avoided all the questions Barret had ever asked him. So he hadn't kept pushing, had just shook his head to try to wake up and gone to stand next to him.

"It's the light," Cloud had elaborated after a while, gesturing at his face. "It never goes out."

"Damn." Barret shook his head. "Must be rough."

Cloud hadn't said anything, just made a small sound that usually meant he agreed. Barret had relaxed; it wasn't going to turn into something awkward.

Tifa woke up after they did, if not by much. She came to join them while the others slept, standing between them - not that she had to anymore. Barret thought she just wanted to be there, which was fine with him.

She leaned over and kissed Barret on the cheek, then he heard her do the same for Cloud - he would've known even if he hadn't heard Tifa's kiss, because Cloud wasn't good at hiding the small sound of embarrassment he always made.

It had been quiet then. Barret knew that when the others woke up, the quiet would be done with and they'd have to get going. Eventually he'd probably have to wake them, even, and let Cloud and Tifa get packed up and prepared for the next leg of the journey. But this quiet time had become an important part of their routine. He wasn't going to give it up until he had no other choice. He hoped he'd never have to.

#Final Fantasy VII #clarrifa #Barret Wallace #Cloud Strife #Tifa Lockhart #Fanfiction #polyamships #Multiamory March

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Ch. 19: Sanguis Pecunia

Sanguis Pecunia - The Latin phrase for "Blood Money". Do the answers lay waiting in the undercity? Or is an even darker secret waiting to be revealed?

WC: 3.1k A/N: WHOOOOOO guess whose back baby. Well, maybe. IDK what happened that my drive for this went on a very long vacation; blame it on working full time I guess. Here's hoping I can get back into the groove of things! Ao3 Link in Reblog || Full text under cut

The Vesuvian underground was a completely different world from the one above. Devoid of sunlight or warm breezes, replaced with a cold and damp darkness that Rosie felt threatened to swallow her and Julian up as they made their way through the tunnel. Like a ship in a storm, their only guidance was a single beam of light from far on the horizon. It grew brighter the closer they got, and the louder the sounds of a busy market became. The familiar sound felt both reassuring and chilling. “So you say you were on the VIP list, what exactly does that mean?” Rosie asked as she paused to carefully step around a large pothole. “Very Important Person-” “I know what that means,” Rosie laughed and headbutted his shoulder.

“Ah, yes of course. Well, in this case, it's really just that I was on good terms with a number of merchants and happened to spend a good deal of coin in the markets here. Back during the plague,” his gaze became distant as he continued, “There wasn’t always time to waste on gentler treatments, and many of the city’s official trade routes had shut down completely. Very often there was no choice but to go underground in order to get what was effective. Or at least… somewhat effective. We really were trying anything and everything. Just uh, throwing whatever we had at the wall to see what could work,” he said. Rosie squeezed his hand as he began to rattle off a list of contraband. “Forbidden Loch leeches-” 

“Leeches were forbidden?” That seemed to go against almost everything Rosie knew about humor theory. 

“No, no, Forbidden Loch leeches. It’s an insulated loch from a land far to the west, which is said to be quite treacherous to reach. They seemed to have antiseptic properties, unlike any other species, and as such were in quite high demand at the time. Oh, careful dear, mind the ledge,” He held her steady as he guided her down the crumbling incline. “It really was incredible the things you could find down here. There were rumors that one of the vendors even had a supply of real Alicorn, able to purify any poison into fresh spring water. Was never able to find them though. Sometimes it kept me up at night wondering if perhaps that could have been the key…” he shook his head, looking equal parts discouraged and equal parts embarrassed to have ever hoped for the answer to have been so simple. “Ah, well. We’re on the hunt for something different now, aren’t we?” 

They stood at the end of the tunnel, half in shadow and half lit by the hazy red lights of the market. Rosie glanced up at him, taken in by how the light played sharply off his features and shimmered in his hair, turning it from auburn to crimson. She couldn’t tell if the way his dark eyes glittered when he glanced at her was another trick of the light, or from something else that made her heart flutter. “I wish we weren’t,” Rosie said as she leaned against him. “God, how I wish we weren’t. I wish we didn’t need to be hunting for scourges, or answers, or any of this shit. Wish there wasn’t a sword danglin’ over our heads.” 

Julian made a sympathetic noise as he brushed a stray curl out of her eyes. “Ah, my dear, if wishes were horses we beggars would ride.” He said as he gently cupped her cheek. She longed to feel his skin against hers again instead of the cool leather of his gloves. “Who knows, perhaps this ‘Scourge’ Asra spoke of is just around the corner?” It was unlikely,  but what else could she do but hope? Even still, she couldn’t help but think back to the discussion she had had with Asra earlier. She knew he’d never send her into harm’s way, but Julian? The way Asra had spoken about him made her think Asra wouldn’t be above it. The thought that they would be so careless about someone, about someone she loved, made her queasy. 

“No use dawdling back here in the tunnel,” Julian’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Let’s be on our way-”

“Wait!” She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back just as he had stepped out into the hazy red light of the market.  “Pulling me off into the shadows already?” He asked, a brow raised as a toothy grin spread across his face. “I’d heard the red market can have that effect on people, but we only just got here-”  “Be serious,” Rosie hissed as her eyes darted around. Despite there being a stall with patrons gathered around it just a stone's throw away, nobody had seemed to notice them. “You cannae just walk out there, someone will see you!” “Oh, is that all?” He almost sounded disappointed. “Rosie, I told you I used to be a regular down here. These people knew me.” “That was then and this is now-” “This market is underground for a reason, dearest. Almost everything that goes on down here breaks a law in one way or another. Believe me, it's on nobody’s agenda to have the place swarming with guards.” 

“Do you really think nobody’s tongue can be loosened by gold?” Her voice took on a hoarse and desperate hiss. “Have you any idea how high the bounty on your head is?” “I…well, uh, well I assumed there was one of course, but I've tried not to look at any of the wanted posters for too long. It uh, I’ve found it only puts me in a worse state, if you can believe that’s even possible.” 

Rosie started to rummage through her bag before she pulled out a crumpled ball of paper. She smoothed it out and handed it to him. “Well look.” 

Although the paper was warped from the elements and from being crumpled at the bottom of a bag, the words were still very clear:

“WANTED - JULIAN DEVORAK.  12,000 GOLD REWARD FOR THE MURDER OF COUNT LUCIO PROSPERO AND EVASION OF ARREST  STILL AT LARGE - MAY BE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.  BY ORDER OF COUNTESS NADIA SATRINAVA-PROSPERO; MUST BE APPREHENDED ALIVE TO BE ELIGIBLE FOR REWARD.”  This notice takes the place of all previous notices. Contact Consul Valerius Sergius Latinus or Local Guards station with information.”

In the very center was a portrait of Julian; though it truly looked nothing like him. The man on the wanted poster looked wild and cruel. Julian stared down at it in silence for a long moment.

“You know, on every one of these I’ve ever seen, they’ve never gotten my nose right.” Despite his joking words, there was no laughter in his voice.

Rosie snorted. “That’s the last of our worries.”

“Twelve thousand gold…they really think I’m worth that much?” He let out a sharp laugh. “I remember very well how Lucio ran the economy of this city into the ground, I seriously doubt the court even has that much left.” Rosie shrugged. “Countess is from Prakra, isn’t she? They’ve got money. I’m sure the Prakran Queen is willing to toss a few thousand gold Vesuvia’s way to at least make it look like she cared about her late son in law.”

“I really can’t get over the drawing. It’s almost offensive. I knew the Consul never liked me but my goodness-” “Julie,” Rosie laid a hand on his arm. “Do you understand what I’m sayin’ now?” Rosie could remember how not too long ago the wanted posters had been different—how before the Countess had awoken from her coma it had been under Consul Valerius’ order, and how instead of ‘WANTED - ALIVE’, it had read ‘WANTED - DEAD or ALIVE’.  It was very, very clear to her which one the Consul would have preferred. She’d torn down every poster she had come across, but she was sure dozens were still floating around. “We cannae afford to be so careless.” 

“You keep saying we,” his voice was much quieter when he spoke again. “Not that I, uh, don’t appreciate the sentiment. But it’s only me who has twelve thousand gold on his head. If I had paid attention…I’d have never-” 

“Now you stop that right now,” Rosie said as she pressed a finger to his lips. “I didn’t show you that to make you feel guilty, I did it to prove a point.” She continued, ignoring the light flush that had spread across his cheeks. “We’ve got to be smart about this.” 

“Well, I mean, you could always cast another spell, like when we were at the Palace. But I don’t know if that’s the best idea, it took a lot out of you, didn’t it?”

Rosie hesitated before nodding. “Illusions are complex, an’ I’m no illusionist.” “Then that’s off the table. I don’t want you burning yourself out on me, especially not here. You never know what uh, what kind of trouble there is down here that would need magick-ing out of. Not that I plan on us getting into anything that would require magick-ing out of, mind you, but-” “Hold that thought,” Rosie said as she began to rummage through her bag again. 'Amaranth, surely I still have some Amaranth,' she thought as she dug. “Here we go,” she said as she pulled out a rather battered looking, burgundy colored sprig. Julian raised a brow in question. 

“Amaranth is the key component in invisibility charms and spells,” she explained. “I dunnae have the reagents left for a full invisibility charm, but this should work for a quick ‘never-mind-me spell’ .” She took his hand in hers, the sprig sandwiched between their palms as she began to mutter under her breath. Julian watched in awe as for a moment the ring of color around her pupils flared a glowing gold color in the hazy light. “There we go! Hopefully, that will work for now-”  “Your eyes,” Julian interrupted as he tilted her jaw up to look closer. “What about them?” 

“They were glowing! Since when do they do that?” “Oh,” Rosie laughed, reaching up to lace her fingers in his. “That’s nothin’ special. Happens when anybody uses magic.” 

“Nothing special?” Rosie let out a surprised squeak as he wrapped an arm around her waist and swept her around. “Rosie my dear, that’s incredible! Never seen anything like it in all my days. Ah, and the way you so easily bend the fabric of reality with a simple stalk of grain?” He grinned and leaned closer. “It’s intimidating.” 

“Intimidating?” Rosie laughed and lightly tapped his nose with one of her nails. “If you think that’s anythin’ special you should see what I can do with a proper supply o’ herbs and a cauldron.”

“Ah, to be able to learn from you… what secrets could I unlock?  What wonders could I do for patients if I could only absorb an ounce of your magic touch,” Julian had sunk to his knees as he spoke, resting his head against her hip and looking up at her with the adoration of the sun and the hunger of a starving dog. 

Rosie smiled wryly and traced his jaw with her nail. “Thought you didn’t like magic? Gave you the heebie-jeebies.” 

“Well, perhaps I, uh, I’m warming up to the idea.” His voice became slightly pensive as he hugged her thigh. “You make it less unnerving. You make, uh, well you seem to make lots of things less frightening, as it were.” 

“You’re just saying that because you haven’t seen me really angry yet,” Rosie laughed as she petted his hair. “You’d change your tune if you saw me hex someone, I’m sure.”

Julian mumbled something indistinct as she pulled him back to his feet and cautiously led the way out of the tunnel. As much as she would have liked to stay hidden in the shadows, doing so would get them no answers. Perhaps with any luck, there would be time later for him to soliloquy and sing her praises as much as he wanted. 

The pair hugged the wall closely as they crept through the smoky haze that swirled throughout the marketplace. Rosie’s eyes darted around as she tried to take in everything; for a supposedly secret underbelly it seemed just as crowded, if not more so, than some of the markets above ground. A sea of chatter only broken up by the occasional clinking of coins and the breaks formed by the dozens of stalls selling strange wares. 

“Look there,” she nodded at a small stall filled with watery, croaking jars. The vendor had hung a small banner advertising a sale on Twilight Dreamfrogs. She had read in a bestiary once that they were only found in the cold, far southern ranges of the continent. 

“The frog seller?” 

“Those frogs come from the South,” Rosie said as she took one last glance up and down the narrow path before stepping out into the low, scarlet light of the street lanterns. “I’d wager if anyone might know anything about some ‘Scourge of the South’, it might be him.” “Good thinking, my dear,” Julian said as he patted her arm and stepped around her. He drew himself up to his full height; imposing and authoritative, before he snapped his fingers to get the vendor’s attention. “You there! You heard anything about the Scourge of the South?” 

“The fighter?” The vendor hardly glanced up at them as he ladled a glowing, writhing mass of glowing worms out of a barrel and into a jar. The sight of it made Rosie’s stomach turn. “Of course. He spilled more blood up there in the ring than anybody before or after. Old Lucio was never able to find a replacement worth half the Scourge’s salt.” 

“So he was a gladiator? And I take it he was the Count’s favorite, eh?”

“He was everyone’s favorite,” the vendor scoffed as he tightened the lid of the worm jar. “He was undefeated. Any poor bastard who got thrown in with him didn’t have a chance in hell of making it out alive.” He paused while drying his hands, narrowing his eyes at the pair. “You two aren’t from around here, are you?” 

Rosie could tell the vendor’s patience was waning. She thanked him for his time and led Julian away, thankful to no longer be near barrels and barrels full of worms, or suspicious eyes. However, as soon as they had stepped away, another merchant waved them over. 

“Frog man over there’s only half right,” the woman said from under her hood, as she casually rearranged a set of small, humanoid skulls. “The Scourge was no ordinary fighter. He was an executioner. Rumor was that if you got on the Count’s bad side, you had a good chance of meeting the Scourge up close and personal.” She laughed and shook her head. “But that was long ago. Scourge is long gone, just like his master and the plague, hm?” 

The woman’s eyes glowed from under her hood, a bright, unnerving shade of blue. Julian and Rosie awkwardly laughed along with her. “So he died in the plague?” Rosie pressed.

The bone dealer shrugged as she poured teeth into a small leather pouch. “Who can say? No one knows for sure, except that one day he just vanished. Maybe he got wind that people were tired of seeing him always win, wanted to get out before the tables turned on him. Now,” The woman said as she pushed back her hood, revealing a deathly pale, moon-shaped face and waves of dark hair. “You two gonna buy something? Bones? Furs? I’ve got a special on goat’s blood, that always comes in handy, you know.” 

The pair exchanged a look, silently agreeing that her question had only one right answer: rumors weren’t free.

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“So we’re looking for an executioner,” Julian said as he pocketed the bag of teeth they’d been more or less strong-armed into buying as they continued down the path. “Think he’s trying to say something with that?” 

“In all fairness, this is a murder we’re investigating,” Rosie said as they came to a crossroads. “I dunnae think Asra would send me to find someone who would wanna hurt me. Don’t know about you, though.” 

“Fair point, I suppose. Well, uh, aside from that, I’m sure there’s got to be a reason he’s told you to track down Lucio’s former personal executioner,” he paused, his gaze drifting down one of the paths to where a shadowy, ramshackle building stood. From where they stood they could see a sign that read ‘The Jagged Dagger’, hanging off of some rusted hooks. Raucous laughter and faint, tinny music drifted from inside.

“Well, what do we have here?” Julian started towards it, only stopping when Rosie caught his sleeve. 

“We’ve no time for detours.” 

“Ah, but my dear, we’re looking for the Scourge of the South, no?” Julian grinned and easily pulled her off balance and into his arms.  “And wouldn’t it seem that this path just so happens to be leading south?” 

“No, I’m pretty sure this path leads west.” 

“My dear, don't you remember my story about my days aboard a pirate’s ship? Surely, you can’t think my sense of navigation has atrophied that badly. Besides, who knows who we might find in there? Could be former fight promoters, maybe some former gladiators if we’re lucky-” he was interrupted by a loud crash from inside the pub, and a moment later a shiny, glass eye rolled out of the door in front of the pair, followed by a weathered looking sailor stumbling after it. He grabbed for his lost eye and shot a poisonous sneer in their direction as he immediately turned on his heel and went back inside.

“Seems a lovely place,” Rosie snorted. Julian seemed undeterred. 

“Now this is my kind of place,” Julian grinned. “I’d bet if nothing else there are some diehard Scourge fans in there-”  “I’m sure there’s plenty of shady folks in there who’d gladly sell you out, too,” Rosie said as she crossed her arms. “Even so, I have confidence in your spell work! And, uh, well, you’ve been looking a little frail since you cast that spell on me, we could both use a drink.  Something to eat too, have you eaten? You should.  Besides, I just can’t  pass on a chance to get rowdy.” 

Rosie looked at the tavern and then back to him. There was another crash from inside, followed by uproarious laughter.

“Alright,” she sighed, unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes. “But if things get ugly in there, you stay behind me and let me handle it, got it?” 

“Oh, yes ma’am.” He practically swooned as he followed after her. She paused, just in front of the loose hanging door to glance back at him. “Let’s get rowdy.” 

#Kismet #Julian #Julian Devorak #The Arcana #Arcana #Arcana fic #Rosie #Rosie Springwald #mine

[samspenandsword]

Kinktober 2022/23 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: Kinktober Day 2 — A/B/O with Commander Fox Pairing: Commander Fox/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance.  Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; A/B/O dynamics, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), knotting, liberal use of the titles “alpha” and “omega,” heat and rut, mention of sex toys, clear consent, alpha!Fox, omega!reader, language. Word Count: 7.7k (don’t fucking look at me)

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Thank you, anon, for requesting this prompt! I’ve never written A/B/O before and I really maybe went overboard with the worldbuilding aspect of it all, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless!

Fox was in the middle of getting a coffee refill when a scent that was decidedly not coffee filled his nostrils. And it was just his luck that it was coming from the break room. Striding inside, Fox's eyes instantly zeroed in on the source.

And it was you.

One of the reasons Fox was so rarely seen without his helmet was because it helped filter the constant onslaught of alpha, beta, and omega pheromones. It wasn't so bad on the surface, where the rich civvies and politicians lived. The ones who could afford suppressants and perfumes that helped them continue with their regular lives. But in the undercity and lower levels, where the poor and working classes were forced to slum it with subpar suppressants or none at all, the stench could be overwhelming.

But it went further than that. In general, the clones weren't all that different from the overall galactic population: the majority of them were betas. But the last thing Fox wanted was to be bombarded by the scents of his brothers who had presented. No thanks.

So he rarely removed his helmet.

It did wonders at blocking his own scent as well.

Fox had presented early as an alpha, and had long gotten used to the realities of it. But one thing that endlessly frustrated him was the way the scent of an omega could rile him up, no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

So as Fox caught a whiff of you in the break room, standing near the coffee machine with Thorn, he could feel his cock grow hard, painfully restricted against his codpiece.

But he rolled his shoulders back. Nevermind that he didn't need this right now, you were his coworker. He wasn't going to disrespect you by making a scene. Or by giving any indication of the effect your omega hormones had on him.

That would just needlessly embarrass the both of you.

As a doctor employed by the GAR, you were stationed permanently at the medical facilities on Coruscant overseeing the regular physicals and check-ups of the clone army. It was rare for Fox to see you outside the medical facilities seeing just how many patients you had. Your team was small, only four doctors total for the entire Grand Army of the Republic. So Fox knew you were just as busy as he was on a good day. Seeing you in the break room, relaxing and talking with friends, was a rare sight.

Fox wanted to rationalize that that was why he was suddenly reacting to your scent, but he'd known you were an omega from the first time you'd met. He'd long grown accustomed to your scent.

This was different.

He knew what the change in your scent meant. He just didn't know why it had affected him so potently.

So again, he set his shoulders and walked into the room like there was nothing wrong.

Surprisingly, it was you who caught sight of him first. While the two of you were certainly familiar and friendly with each other, Fox wasn't one of your closest friends. Not because you didn't like him, or because you two clashed, but rather because you just didn't interact with him as much as some others. At least, not face-to-face. As the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard, he received your reports concerning the well-being and physicals of all those under his command. So the majority of your communication was electronic. The occasional times you did interact with him in person were either if you came to him directly with a health concern about someone in the guard, or if you passed in the halls.

Or met in the break room, like now.

You sniffed lightly, but it wasn't the scent of your coffee that hit you. But rather it was the muffled, faint scent of an alpha.

You recognized Fox's scent, long having grown accustomed to it. But there was something different about it this time. Something deeper. Something richer.

Your thoughts about it were cut off as Thorn caught sight of his brother, waving him over.

"Doc brought over some of her own stash," he said, waving at the percolator. "Tastes way better than the GAR shit."

You chuckled, bringing your own mug to your lips as Fox tilted his bucketed head at you.

"Doc Carsen's always warning me about my caffeine intake," he said. You had noticed that Fox's voice, no matter how similar it was to his brothers', was just slightly deeper and raspier.

You smiled a little. "I'm not gonna tell. It would be a little hypocritical of me."

You toasted him with your own cup of caf, not your first, or second, or even third of the day.

Or fourth.

"You better keep bringing us this stuff," Thorn said, inhaling his own deeply.

You grinned. "And get in trouble with Carsen? Not gonna happen."

"Ahh, but Doc!"

You laughed.

Fox suddenly had a small problem on his hands. He'd come here to take a quick break and get some more caf. But now with your scent invading his senses, he didn't want to take off his helmet.

But he also didn't want to be rude to you and Thorn by taking off. Not when neither of you had seemed to notice anything wrong.

And Thorn was a beta, so he wasn't going to notice anything, period. And you were a doctor. You didn't usually pay any mind to this sort of thing. In fact, you were the one who'd instituted proper health procedures and measures for the clones who'd presented, the Kaminoans having not bothered.

If you noticed anything, it would be fine. You were a professional. But you hadn't noticed anything yet.

So Fox slipped off his helmet.

The times when you'd seen Fox without his helmet were few and far between. While he obviously hadn't taken to the extreme hairstyles some of his brothers had, his hair was distinct for the way he let his curls grow out in the front, falling messily over his eyes. And for the grey strands starting to come in at his temples. Fox also didn't have any tattoos across his face, or any tattoos that you'd ever noticed. His eyes, much like his brothers', were all his own, despite there being no perceptible difference in size, shape, or color. Though Fox always seemed to have dark circles under his eyes, and his face always had a more serious set than some of his brothers.

But it was none of this that caught your attention.

It was the fact that as Fox removed his bucket, the scent of him grew stronger and hit something deep inside you.

You made no physical indication of it beyond ducking back into your coffee, mind whirring. You had long gotten used to Fox's scent. You had! It wouldn't be good for a doctor dealing with alphas and omegas all the time to be regularly affected by their pheromones.

So why were you suddenly so sensitive to Fox's scent?

"Good, huh?" Thorn was saying proudly to Fox as the marshal commander sucked back some caf.

Fox looked at you, a small, surprised, but pleased smile playing on his lips. He lightly toasted you, like you'd done him. "Thank you."

Something inside you rumbled, preening at the little token of appreciation and lapping at it like a bowl of warm milk.

You did your best to smile back at him, but inside, you realized what was happening.

You were going into heat.

You'd been waiting for it for about a week now. While suppressants and forms of birth control were most certainly beneficial, you personally, as both a doctor and an omega, advocated for forms of suppressants that didn't completely erase heats and ruts. Just suppressed them. Minimized their symptoms. Or maybe reduced them to once a year. Completely suppressing heats and ruts wreaked havoc on alphas' and omegas' natural, biological functions and needs. And it could even affect your systems and bodies negatively in the long run. So you, personally and professionally, recommended other methods of birth control and suppressants. You yourself used one that regulated your heat to happen once a year, rather than every few months. You had an implant, embedded in the dip of your hip. But there were other forms too — pills, patches, shots even. Implants were the most common and popular method, and lasted the longest. And there were different types of implants. Types that regulated heats and ruts, but didn't double as birth control (like yours did), so that alphas and omegas could still get pregnant without worrying about constant heats and ruts. There were types of implants that reduced the time heats and ruts lasted, minimizing their symptoms to help them become more manageable. Made them less agonizing for people who didn't have a partner to spend their cycle with.

There were lots of options out there for alphas and omegas to regulate their sexual health. And it was your job and passion to make sure those options were known, available, and accessible to the army you served.

But your once-yearly heat did still make your life a little awkward on occasion. Especially when you were surrounded by alphas and omegas like you sometimes were. It was a little strange for them to suddenly sense their doctor going into heat.

As you and the commanders made idle chat and gossip, drinking caf all the while, you casually picked up your pad and sent a message to Carsen, letting him know that you'd need the next 10 days off or so. It was a long time, but Carsen was very understanding and accommodating when it came to your yearly heats, especially since he himself was an omega. You'd warned him a few weeks ago that you were expecting your heat soon, and he'd made sure to check in with you periodically about how you were progressing. Each omega and alpha experienced heats and ruts differently. Yours, personally, lasted anywhere from 6-8 days, which was on the longer end of the spectrum.

It was hard being partnerless during it, but you'd managed before. Either by using your extensive collection of toys or making an appointment with one of the clinics on Coruscant that specialized in caring for partnerless alphas and omegas.

And judging by how sensitive you were to Fox's scent already, you might just have to do that this year.

Within about fifteen minutes, you were acutely aware of how Fox was beginning to affect you. How had you never noticed how pretty his eyes were? How had you never paid more attention to his posture: the look of his thighs framed by his kamas, the curve of his armored back, his habit of clasping his hands behind his back when he wasn't holding something, the way his throat bobbed with each sip of caf, and the way his tongue flicked out to swipe away the remnants on his lips.

Goddamn it, you knew it was somewhat because of the combination of hormones beginning to rage through you, but you were also clear-headed enough still to acknowledge, unaided by your heat, that Fox was a beautiful man. And you'd never noticed that before now.

And now was, quite frankly, the worst time to be noticing.

You would definitely have to make an appointment at the clinic.

You weren't ashamed of being an omega. Not even a little. In fact, you made no effort to hide yourself. It wasn't something you let define you, or something that you let affect your personality and temperament. In truth, the biological classes of alpha and omega related more to sexual and reproductive health than anything else. From a purely medical standpoint. And psychologically, there was zero concrete evidence that it changed who you were. It didn't define your personality, or your temperament, or even your sexual preferences and role. Anyone who said otherwise was someone that needed to be educated about how to properly recognize pro-Alpha and anti-Omega propaganda.

And if they continued to insist that alphas and omegas had set roles, that only men were alphas, and that they were meant to dominate their female omegas, run.

That was a big fucking red flag.

You as a medical doctor and member of the GAR did your best to educate your patients on their biological needs and processes, but also on how to keep themselves safe from unwanted attention and predators, how to protect themselves against false information and propaganda, and how to do that all while fighting to save and protect the Republic. No matter how they presented, it didn't define who they were. And they should never let someone tell them that it did.

You didn't.

You were just a regular doctor who happened to be an omega. One who cared about her patients and their comfort and health. One who had her own hobbies and likes and dislikes.

But right now, you were going into heat. And before long, your hormones and sexual needs would be overriding just about everything else.

You, at one point, made a pithy remark about a few choice senators, causing Thorn to laugh loudly, and Fox to chuckle.

Your thighs clenched at the sound of his deeper, raspier laugh.

Fox's eyes shot to you, darkening considerably, and his nostrils flared just the slightest bit.

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Within a few more minutes, Fox drained the rest of his coffee, replaced his bucket on his head, and left the break room.

"Workaholic," Thorn called after him with affection. He loved his brother, but Fox worked too much. He shot you a look as well. "Both of you."

You smiled lightly in response, something inside you whining and licking at its wounds. Fox had left because you'd made him uncomfortable.

You felt awful.

The night found you in your quarters. Small, but private, they were the best place for you right now. The last thing you wanted was to go around reeking of Eau de Horny Omega while everyone else was just trying to go about their lives.

Besides, your heat was going to fully hit any hour now. Best you already be packed with your creature comforts and toys, waiting for the clinic escort to pick you up.

Your pad suddenly pinged with an incoming comm.

It was Commander Fox.

Can you meet? Need to talk to you about something.

You bit your lip. You still felt awful about this afternoon. You hadn't meant to make things awkward between the two of you. You really hadn't.

Sure. Where and when?

Your pad pinged again.

Courtyard? Ten minutes?

The medical facility's gardens and courtyard. It wasn't far from your quarters.

See you soon.

It took you barely five minutes to get down there, and your rational brain kicked at your hindbrain as you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself. You weren't cold. Quite the opposite. Heats made your body temperature rise. But you didn't want to make Fox even more uncomfortable by showing up smelling like you were. Not to mention, seeing him would likely accelerate your heat. It wasn't smart to see him this close to it hitting. But you weren't exactly thinking very clearly right now.

You weren't sure why he needed to meet with you, though you could guess that it wasn't good, but you weren't going to try and make this worse by shoving your pheromones in his face.

He didn't need that right now.

You sat on a little bench in the courtyard, shaded by a large, flowering tree. You could smell the citrusy scent of the blooms, hoping it helped to mask your own scent.

Maybe you should've layered up even more.

But your mind went blank as Fox's distinctive red and white armor rounded the corner and came into view.

You weren't sure whether you were relieved or disappointed that his helmet was firmly in place.

He stopped several feet away from you. And in the calm of the evening, there were few others in the courtyard.

You were alone.

"Hi," you said, awkward and unsure.

Something about your posture made him soften his own. Like he was afraid of sending you running.

"Thanks for meeting me," he said. "I... wanted to apologize."

"Oh."

Wait what?

"What, what?"

His head dipped, like he couldn't bear to look you in the eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Make me uncomfortable?"

"It was unprofessional of me to react like I did. To get affected by you like I did. I don't want things to become awkward between us. I consider you a friend, and the last thing I ever wanted was to distress you, or make you uneasy and uncomfortable around me. But I understand if this is something you can't forgive."

"Wait, Fox —"

"I won't keep you. I just had to see you and apologize before you get overwhelmed by everything. Good night, Doc."

Your jaw was practically scraping the ground. Here you were, thinking you'd been the one to make things awkward. You were the one who needed to apologize! And yet, Fox had retreated this afternoon because he'd been embarrassed and ashamed of his reaction. He thought he'd made you uncomfortable. So he'd asked you to meet him, in a public place, where you wouldn't feel trapped and had every opportunity to run away if you'd wanted, to apologize.

It was entirely unneeded. And entirely considerate.

And entirely endearing.

Warmth rushed through you as your little hindbrain practically basked in the feeling.

"Wait, Fox!"

You hurriedly stood, rushing forward a couple steps to stop him. He did stop, just before he rounded the corner, to look back at you.

He stopped again very suddenly though. And you abashedly realized why. Without the cover of the scented tree, your own scent was now front and center. And your cardigan had fallen open, allowing your glistening skin to show.

You hurriedly pulled it closed again, clasping it at your neck to cover your glands, cheeks heating with guilt.

"You didn't have to apologize, Fox. I'm the one who couldn't control myself earlier. And I'm sorry for that. And for the fact that I made you so uncomfortable that you felt like you had to apologize. It's natural for alphas and omegas to react like this to each other during heats or ruts, but I consider you a friend, too, Fox. I value that so much, and I'm genuinely sorry for this, and for all the stress I've caused you."

You hugged your cardigan as close as possible, shrinking your neck into the fabric, trying to cover as much of your skin as you could.

Fox studied you. "Do you need to go?" You'd never heard his voice so gentle.

You did. You'd been right. Seeing Fox was accelerating your heat. But you couldn't bear the thought of leaving this conversation unfinished. Not without fully resolving things with him.

"Not yet."

Fox took a few tentative steps closer to you, but he was still several feet away. You completely understood.

There's nothing to apologize for, mesh'la," Fox said, his voice still so gentle. You'd been around the GAR long enough to recognize the term, and it made every part of your body tingle.

Fox suddenly stepped closer.

"Thank you," you breathed, feeling like you could relax for the first time since he'd left the break room that afternoon.

As he came closer to you, his scent had gotten stronger. It was still muffled and muted, masked by that heavy armor he wore. It was a good thing, you knew. Had you been able to smell him fully at this point in your pre-heat cycle, it probably would've fully triggered your heat.

But he still smelled so good.

You didn't really understand it. You'd smelled tons of alphas before. Whether as part of your job or just in regular life. You'd also smelled alphas while you were in heat before. And yes, they smelled better while you were running on hormones more than anything else, but never like this. And you'd even smelled alphas in rut before. Again, they smelled good — salivatingly, pussy-clenchingly good.

But every scent in your memory paled in comparison to Fox.

It was all you could do to not either run away right now or jump him in the middle or the courtyard.

You stomped on your little hindbrain. You could control yourself, damn it. You were a responsible, whole-ass grown adult woman with a job and a medical degree and yet here you were, acting like a horny, desperate omega experiencing the first year of heats all over again.

Get a hold of yourself, you mentally slapped your brain.

But your resolve was challenged as Fox slipped his helmet off, cupping it under his arm and studying you with compassionate, gentle, but undeniably dark eyes.

"You don't look too far off," he said. "You sure you don't need to go?" There was no judgment.

"I probably do," you said, forcing a chuckle. "I made an appointment at a clinic earlier."

The low growl that suddenly tore from Fox made you jump, and as soon as he realized what had happened, he froze.

Your wide eyes suddenly saw what you hadn't noticed before.

His posture was very different from usual, changed from the regular, relaxed, but still commanding set of his shoulders and clasp of his arms behind his back. Instead his posture was very still. Watchful. Rigid, wound tight. Like any wrong move was going to send him running or pouncing. His shoulders were stiffer, like he was trying to physically hold himself back from something, but it didn't mask the way his eyes quite literally never left you. Not since he'd caught your scent once more. His hands were clenched into fists, one cradling his bucket and the other staunchly by his side. His neck craned towards you, his eyes dark under the curtain of his curls. His skin glistened just enough in the sunset to give away that he was struggling as bad as you were.

He was going into a rut.

And it was all your fault.

The realization suddenly caused you to stumble back, unbidden tears rising to your eyes. Your fault. It was your fault. You'd sent him into an unscheduled, unexpected rut. One that was likely causing him enormous stress and pain and meant he would either have to work through it or take the next week off, causing him to fall behind on his massive workload, causing him even more stress he didn't need.

You didn't realize you had fallen into a little fit, scraping your hands over your head and muttering, my fault my fault my fault over and over again, followed by repeated apologies and little whimpers. You didn't feel like you came back to yourself, your emotions beaten back into the passenger's seat instead to the driver's seat, until Fox clamped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him head-on.

"It is not your fault," he said, firmly and with no room for argument. You tried anyway, still feeling the overwhelming rise of emotion and hormones inside you, but Fox cut you off as you opened your mouth. "No. No. It is not your fault. Like you said, it's natural for alphas and omegas to react to each other this way. I wasn't careful enough. I sensed your heat right away but I still walked into the break room. And even beyond that, Carsen told me I was due for a rut soon anyway. It's just a bit earlier than expected."

You trembled in his grasp, not from fear, but rather from the sudden rise and fall of your emotions. It had been a long time since they'd taken over you like that.

But as Fox continued to look into your eyes, steady and reassuring, you slowly but surely calmed down.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. "Breathe, mesh'la. It's okay."

You breathed. Inhaled. And exhaled. The scent of Fox flooded your system, like a soothing balm over scrapes and raw skin. It calmed you, and snuggled right up to your little hindbrain, making it rumble with pleasure.

Before you realized, your head fell from his to bury your nose in his neck. His gland was still covered by the neck of his undersuit, but you nosed at it anyway.

He didn't push you away, and instead pulled you closer, his hands falling to wrap around your waist, his own head falling to your neck.

"You need to go," he said, through clenched teeth. Like it was physically painful for him to utter the words. "The clinic."

Your next words escaped you before you could think them through properly. "I can cancel my appointment."

Fox growled low in his throat, pressing you painfully hard into his front. You were quite happy there.

"Mesh'la..." It was both a warning and a wanting groan.

It sobered you a little. You forced yourself to back away from his neck. It took a second, but Fox loosened his grip on you, eyes meeting yours again. His expression was guarded.

"You can say no," you whispered, with what remained of your regular sanity and dignity. You tried to make your voice and gaze as gentle as his had been earlier. There was no pressure for him to take you up on your offer. No judgment if he said no. And the promise that if he did, you would never bring it up again.

But as he looked at you, and your assurance that he could walk away if he really wanted to, Fox's expression softened. And he smiled, bringing your foreheads together again.

"No marking?" he asked, quietly.

You instantly agreed. "No marking."

You liked Fox, but you weren't about to go permanently mating yourself to him the first time he fucked you.

"Your implant?" One of his hands ghosted over your hip.

"I'm clean. And on omega-grade birth control."

Birth control developed specifically to work through even the intensity of heats. One of your own hands fell to his hip, where you knew Fox's own alpha-grade implant rested under armor and skin.

Fox felt both relief and disappointment at your confirmation that you both were safe. Relief because children were decidedly not on his agenda right now, or for the foreseeable future. But disappointment because his Alpha-In-Rut hindbrain was displeased and huffy.

It would clear later.

Fox's lips suddenly came dangerously close to yours, and you felt your heartbeat kick up. But he didn't actually kiss you. A good thing. If he did, you'd both be arrested for indecent exposure.

"And knotting?" he breathed, impossibly deep in tone.

You almost whimpered, pathetically.

"Please." You did whimper now. "I need it."

Fox smirked just the slightest bit. But he had one more question for you. "What can I call you?"

You'd never actually been asked this before. When you'd made an account with the clinic, your preferred terms were a part of your initial questionnaire profile. You were allowed to change them at any time, but you never had.

You usually just had them call you something like "gorgeous" or "baby" or even a casual nickname of yours. It was less personal than your name, or "Omega," which to you, were terms you preferred were only used by partners you knew and trusted outside the clinic environment. They were both more intimate than regular endearments. You preferred keeping things more casual over at the clinic, with simple pet names that maybe weren't quite as usual with omegas in heat, but still allowed you to enjoy the rush of being partnered during your cycle.

But with Fox...

You did know and trust him.

The thought of the clinic had you breaking away from Fox to reach down and grab his discarded helmet, dropped from when he'd rushed to comfort you during your emotional outburst.

You offered it to him with a coy smile.

"Whatever you want, Fox."

He followed you as you began to lead the way to your quarters, kamas swaying around his thighs. He didn't replace his bucket to his head, instead tucking it into his side as he walked closer to you than he ever had before, languidly keeping pace with you. You had never come so close to straight up drooling at how attractive someone was before.

He didn't actually respond to you until you were at the door of your quarters. You tapped in the passcode as Fox typed out a message to Carsen, requesting emergency medical leave. Carsen must've been on duty, because he granted it immediately.

And as soon as your pad was discarded, the notification confirming your appointment cancellation flashing, Fox seized you.

"Good Omega."

And as he kissed you, you finally allowed yourself to stop resisting the heat.

You moaned into him, Fox pulling you closer at the sound and coaxing your mouth open. His taste went straight to your core, sublime and musky, with the slightest hints of coffee.

A taste so unique to him alone.

You were wrapped in his arms, keening as he pressed his tongue into yours, drawing your moans from you so easily you should've been embarrassed. But all you could focus on right now was Fox. Fox. Fox.

"Alpha..." you whispered in the breath he let you take. He pressed a shorter, reassuring kiss to your mouth.

"I've got you, Omega. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna fuck you so good."

The raspiness of Fox's voice rumbled deeper in your ears than ever before, traveling all the way through his chest plate to stroke the mewling center of you. Curling even further into him, not caring even a little about the plastoid keeping his skin from yours, you wrapped yourself around him, diving back into his kiss.

Fox stroked your back, returning your kiss and guiding you into a rhythm. His hot tongue probed into your mouth over and over again, sliding against your own and licking teasingly over your teeth. Little sounds continued to escape you, and his scent flooded your senses.

Soon, your hands started to hook and yank at his armor, desperate to feel him and not the plastoid.

"Bed, Omega," Fox said, disconnecting your lips. His gloved fingers stroked along the length of your neck, pressing lightly into the gland there and inhaling your scent deeply.

You easily obeyed. You hadn't had a chance to properly nest yet, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. That would come a little later, after Fox fucked and came inside you, locking himself and his cum in place with his glorious knot.

The thought had you tingling and nearly gushing with need.

Fox inhaled deeply again, the scent of you and your arousal the most sublime thing. He could practically taste it, nectar on his tongue.

He needed to taste you again.

He shucked his armor in record time and leaned down to where you had curled up on the bed. He kissed you again, harder, swallowing your little whine and letting it go right to his cock.

It had been hard for hours. Since the moment he'd smelled you in the break room. And having you under his lips and hands made him throb, already close to bursting.

He took pleasure in knowing you were just as bad, smelling the wetness of you in the air, and feeling it on the thigh slotted between your own.

He pushed you to lie back fully on the bed, climbing over you. Keeping his thigh tight to your core, he rumbled with amusement as you ground into it slightly.

"Getting yourself ready for me, Omega?" he said. You released the prettiest little mew.

"Been ready, Alpha..."

The words instantly went to his cock, which twitched inside his body glove. You felt it against your stomach, arcing into it.

Doing his best not to snarl, Fox ground you into the mattress, the pressure inside him building painfully. The flush touch of you on his length felt glorious, and he wasn't even inside you yet.

Fox buried his face in your neck, where he nosed until he found your scent gland. Even starting to rut as he was, he remembered the agreement, and his alpha hindbrain honored it. No marking.

But he was damn well going to make sure you smelled like him for weeks.

You craned your neck back, letting Fox scent you, reveling in the thought of smelling like him in the coming days. One of your hands found its way to his hair, carding through his tantalizing curls. The other yanked at the neck of his undersuit, fingers searching and finding his own gland. Pressing to it.

His following rumble was nearly a growl, a sound that practically yanked at your tightening insides and pussy. You rocked yourself harder against his thigh, starting to feel needy for release.

Your slick was already soaking through his leggings.

He smirked lightly at your growing need.

"Want to taste you, Omega..." he rasped into your collar. His hands peeled the cardigan away from you, and your tank quickly followed. Your cheeks grew hot as his eyes darkened at the revealing of your skin.

And the revelation that you weren't wearing a breast band.

He nosed down your chest, inhaling deeply with each pass. His tongue darted out briefly to lick across your nipple, making you cry out.

But Fox didn't stay. He had a different goal in mind. There was somewhere else he wanted to taste first.

But he'd play with your gorgeous tits later. And that was a promise he rumbled into the skin of your navel.

You were flushing and tingling with anticipation as Fox continued past your chest, down your abdomen, and began to stroke the skin of your legs. You whined at bit at the loss of his thigh to your core. He shushed you firmly, but reassuringly.

"Got you, Omega. Gotta taste you."

He yanked your pants down with the first true sign of impatience you'd seen from him, his eyes nearly black with his own lust. He could barely contain himself at the sight of your naked, soaking pussy, a pleased growl ripping out of him.

"Good Omega, sweet Omega, mesh'la, my Omega..."

He dove in.

Your taste was indescribable. Flooding and musky and sweet and lingering. Fox would be hard-pressed to tear himself from your pussy, knowing nothing else would ever satisfy him like this.

Nothing would ever be like this.

He'd wanted to start gentle, work you into it, guide you off the cliff rather than throw you off it. But the first touch of your juice to his tongue made him feel drunk, everything else becoming a haze around him as his mind began to chant omega, omega, omega. The taste of an omega. His omega.

At the first touch of his tongue to your pussy, you threw a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that wanted to tear from you. Rough enough to give you the friction you wanted, but soft and wet and warm enough to send what little remained of your rational mind packing.

Fox didn't even open his eyes or move his head from where it was buried in your core, but his hand suddenly gripped yours and moved it away from your mouth.

He didn't let go, instead twining his fingers in yours and curling your hands to rest on your stomach.

He squeezed your hand once. You squeezed back.

He instantly picked up the pace, and you dissolved into a horny, drippy mess.

Even more than you had been before.

His tongue laved at you fully, licking broad strokes across the length of your pussy and core, leaving no fold or lip untouched. His tongue dipped down to below your pussy, catching the slick that dripped out of you before it could soak into the sheets. Growling at the taste and instantly unhappy at the diminishing of it, he lapped back up to your pussy, the source of the sweetness consuming him, greedily claiming your nectar and practically sucking it out of you. Your pussy swelled under his thorough and insatiable tongue, and your little clit began to engorge itself, throbbing and desperate for his attention.

He couldn't stand to leave any part of you wanting. So, angling his face just right, Fox pressed his nose to your clit and moaned at how your juice soaked his skin.

Your legs and core began to tighten at his ministrations, your hand squeezing his tight. Your body climbed higher and higher, wound tight and ready to spring at the sensations of his mouth on you.

"Oh, Alpha... Alpha!"

The squeal left you as his mouth closed on your clit, tongue flicking over it so fast it was practically vibrating.

Fox squeezed your hand as your thighs began to shake. You managed to squeeze back as he sucked your clit into his mouth and tweaked it constantly with his tongue.

And with the barest scrape of his teeth, you came.

Crying out, your toes curled and your back arched as your orgasm crashed over you. You whined with both bliss and the tiny, petulantly pouty awareness of how empty you felt with your pussy clenching around nothing.

Your high was relieving, in the way all orgasms were, but as you came down, relaxing into the bed, languishing in the attention of your alpha, your head clouded still with lust and neediness.

You knew you would not be satisfied until you had his seed coating your walls and his knot swelling inside you.

As if sensing your need before you could voice it, Fox leaned over you. He claimed your lips demandingly, his tongue twining with yours and leaving your taste in your own mouth. You moaned at it, and at the way he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

"Such a tight pussy, Omega." He scissored his fingers gently. "Gonna feel so good around my knot. You're gonna take it for me, right?"

You gasped desperately at his words, and the way he worked you open steadily. In no rush. Wanting you to enjoy this just as much as you would enjoy the main event.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Need it, Alpha," you breathed, begged. Your hands clutched at the black material of his body glove, frustrated at how it kept you from the warmth of his skin. From the full scent of him. From the barrier it created between you. "Need you!"

He rumbled, nosing at your neck once more. Kissing it.

"Give me one more, Omega. One more. Then I'll give you what you need. Good girl, Omega..."

You had never fallen into a second orgasm so quickly before, not even during previous heats. Something about the tones of Fox's voice, the feeling of his fingers in your greedy pussy, the kisses he placed on your neck, the steady, passionate temperament of him, even in the thick of a rut, where other alphas would be domineering and desperate for their own release, the blanketing feeling of trust and safety and security you felt with Fox, more than any alpha you'd met before...

It all threw you over the edge a second time. A smaller orgasm, it still nevertheless made more juice gush from your pussy, slipping past Fox's fingers to spill onto the sheets. Your body didn't clench up so fiercely this time, your orgasm instead wafting through you more gently, allowing your mind to bask in Fox's presence as well as your bliss.

And all the while, Fox kissed you. A kiss to your cheek. To your jaw. To the shell of your ear. To your gland. To your lips. And all the while, his fingers stroked your slick, fluttering walls.

"Such a good omega," he praised, somewhere between a pleased rumble and an praising whisper. "Gonna make you feel so good, mesh'la."

You hummed out an excited note, lower half wiggling lightly with anticipation. His eyes crinkled with amusement, dropping a little kiss to your mouth. You exhaled a little giggle, eyes bright and blown wide.

"Want you, Alpha." you said. "Need you."

"I know, Omega. Stay still, mesh'la."

Fox leaned back just enough to shuck his body suit — top first, then his leggings. His cock was proud and swollen, the flushed tip glistening with pre-cum. You salivated at the sight of it: long enough to where you knew you'd be feeling it in your throat, and thick enough that it would be a stretch even without his knot.

You couldn't wait to take it.

Fox crawled back over you as soon as his clothes were off, his chest hovering over your own. He braced himself on one forearm, the other grasping his cock and holding it to your entrance.

You were practically vibrating with need.

"Ready, Omega?" he asked, murmuring it against your neck.

It touched something inside you. Awakened a part of you that wasn't desperately horny. You'd been ready since this afternoon, truly. But that he was still checking in with you, even as his rut clouded his own mind with need and lust...

Your fingers tangled gently in his curls, the other stroking the skin of his shoulders.

You kissed him, full appreciation and adoration.

"I'm ready, Fox."

His eyes snapped to you, the exhale of his name causing something inside him to snap. And as he slammed his lips to yours, he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself inside you.

The stretch of him was incredible, and you were just edging the line of pleasure and pain as Fox entered you. He kissed you more gently, coaxing you to relax. But you whined quietly against him, clenching your pussy even tighter around him. You'd been waiting for this all night. You weren't going to let him be tender with you now.

He could do that later if he really wanted. Right now, you needed him.

Fox grunted as you clamped down around him. You'd been so tight he'd worried he'd cum the second he thrust into you. But as you squirmed and whined into him, Fox rumbled with pride. Good little omega. Needing a good hard fuck. Needy omega. So desperate for his knot.

And he did not like the idea of leaving you wanting for anything.

So Fox retreated, until the very tip of his cock was just barely inside you, and then snapped his hips forward.

You practically choked at the steady, but rough fucking Fox began to give you. Pounding your pussy so hard you saw stars, but slowly enough to ensure you felt every ridge, every dip, every curve, every vein, every pulse of him inside you. He pressed his forehead to yours, lips curled up into a lustful snarl at every cry you released, each one stroking his little alpha ego and not-so-little alpha cock. The sounds you made were divine, from your little gasps and whimpers to the squelching of your pussy sucking him in, clamping as if to keep him there forever.

And you were just so tight!

He couldn't wait to feel you stretch around his knot. You were made to take his knot.

"Good omega," he grunted roughly, his cock punching into you, his pace never changing. "Taking me so well, Omega. Can feel you squeezing me, Omega. Gonna knot you so good, Omega."

You couldn't contain the noises his words and cock forced out of you even if you tried. His rough and steady pace was coaxing you closer and closer to the edge for a third time. Tears of bliss and desperation pricked at your eyes.

"Alpha — I... I —!"

"It's okay, Omega," Fox cooed. "It's okay." His pumping grew faster. "Let go, Omega. Let me take care of you, Omega."

You gasped and hiccoughed as his cock brushed a spot in you. Fox noticed, and his next thrust hit the spot dead on. Your vision went white.

"Ahh! Ahh! Alphaaaa!"

Fox could feel your high approaching. He could feel his own. Baring his teeth in an effort to hold out a little bit longer, he reached down and rubbed your clit. You squealed, hips thrusting back into his.

He rubbed faster and harder, and pressed his thumb into the engorged bud.

You came hard, pussy squeezing around him and slick flooding his cock. The feeling of it and the warmth was nearly it for Fox, and he felt his knot begin to swell.

Then he heard you. Your screams of ecstasy as you rode out your climax.

"Fox! Fox!"

Hearing his name on your lips was his end.

He crashed his lips to yours and came.

The sudden rush of heat inside you sent you spiraling once more, before you'd even properly come down from your third climax. And you keened against his bruising, demanding kiss as you felt your pussy begin to stretch and swell around Fox's knot, locking you to him and keeping his hot seed in place.

It took several minutes for the both of you to come down, to regain a bit of clarity outside the hazes of your cycles. But you were practically purring into Fox's neck, content and pleased at the feeling of his knot inside you. You clenched around it experimentally, and Fox answered with a little rumble in his chest.

With some careful maneuvering, Fox rolled over and placed you on top of him, mindful not to jostle you too bad and tug at the knot, still engorged and hot.

It would be a while before it would soften enough to slip out of you.

He was more than fine with that.

You settled happily into his chest, and he knew you were more than fine with that, too.

A few moments passed in quiet contentment.

Fox murmured your name, your real name, making you look up from where you were nuzzling his chest.

He tipped your chin up with his finger, bringing your lips to his.

You sighed happily into him.

He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed once.

You squeezed back.

The coming week was going to be amazing.

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basically:

thrice now, salem has—whether on purpose or by mistake—sent cinder to pursue a maiden, only for cinder to be grievously injured and/or almost killed. this is slowly roasting salem’s brain on a spit, because she loves cinder.

the last remaining vault to which salem does not have the key is the sword’s in vacuo.

salem does not want to go to vacuo or send cinder after the summer maiden, because every time she’s done that but one, cinder has survived by the skin of her teeth.

she therefore needs to force her opponents, who do have the key to the shade vault, to open the vault for her.

the relic in the shade vault is the sword of destruction. a weapon. she needs to incentivize a counteroffensive, one motivated by enough desperation to risk bringing the relic into play.

she knows that they took that risk in atlas: the island fell because her opponents used the staff to evacuate, saving the lives of thousands.

she knows, in other words, exactly which lever she can pull to make this happen. force a situation where either they bring out the sword and come to her, or leave thousands of people to die.

they are in vacuo. she is going to beacon to dig in until she finds the crown, and that will be easier anyway if vale is not throwing huntsmen at the academy all the time.

she knows about mountain glenn and the tunnels that still connect it to vale; her plan for the initial assault on beacon academy made use of both.

attack vale. drive the people into the tunnels to take shelter in mountain glenn’s undercity. raze vale to the ground. allow the one refugee ship to escape in order to deliver the news to the coalition in vacuo: that vale is gone and the people had no other choice but to take shelter in mountain glenn. then… wait.

if they were willing to use the staff to save thousands, they’ll be willing to use the sword to save thousands, too.

razing vale to the ground was not part of the plan—neither was taking atlas by storm. the timeline changed. in pursuit of a new world no cost is too great, except cinder, she cannot lose cinder. so she’s doing this instead.

she has never stopped being the person who walked into the realm of darkness to plead for the life of one she loved.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Second Arcane request 😭 this is a saucy request so it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable writing this

Jinx again lMFAO I love her too much, the scenario is one where jinx and her female s/o were causing absolute mayhem somewhere (maybe Piltover) and they ran into some abandoned building in the Lanes. Now…they’re both still out of breath and adrenaline is still running thru their bodies and they just horny fr idrk I just feel like Jinx would be the type to get excited after causing so much trouble especially with someone who she loves (in game she does have an ability/passive which kinda is like that) but idk idk idk

- Cat

Mayhem Rush

Jinx X Reader

Your requests>>>>

Everything went by with a blur; the fancy buildings, golden plaited balconies, well dressed women and certainly the enforcers skipped along side your vision as your legs rushed through Topside. You could hear the faint boom of the explosions behind you, but you were too far away to see them. Pft, even if you could, the men dressed in blue chasing you away with swords resting on their hip prevented you from doing anything apart from going forwards.

“Come on, toots! This way!” Jinx ran a little in front of you, giggling to herself as she found it hard to catch her breath as enforcers ran after the two of you. Her blue hair flew in the wind, clean air entering your lungs for the last time before Jinx lead you down a shortcut to the Lanes. The enforcers couldn’t- wouldn’t find you there. They were too scared, too frail to attempt to even step a foot in the ‘infested’ Undercity.

Basically jumping through a small opening in an abandoned building, you finally let your back press against the wall as you tried to catch your breath. Your smiled at Jinx who was doing the exact same, kneeling down and placing her forearm on one knee for support as she too tried to breath properly again. You could hear the enforcers rushed footsteps fade, their shouts more confused as thy tried to find you.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, lungs burning, finally able to completely relax your muscles. Jinx stood up, nodding as she agreed, yet there was something in her eye, something you couldn’t quite place as she continued to stare at you, breathing heavy. You both took a second to scan over each other, both immediately thinking of the same thing.

There was no warning, she simply started walking towards you with such hunger in her eyes, a wanton expression as she got closer to you. Her arms shot up to grab your shoulders before she smashed her lips against yours, you instantly kissing back with just as much need as she was giving you.

Your arms wasted no time in gripping her waste, harshly pulling her up enough so she could wrap her legs around your waist. She did so easily, smiling into the rough kiss as you spun around and pushed her back against the wall instead.

A groan escaped her throat, muffled by your lips as you started messily ripping clothes off of each other. There was no time to waste, no time to be delicate and tender. You needed her, she needed you, right now.

Your lips moved to her neck, listening as her breathing elevated once again.

“You looked hot blowing that stadium up.” She breathed, pushed her head back against the wall to give you more space to work with. You smiled against her skin, biting enough for it to leave gentle marks down her neck. “And then when we ran away- fuck.”

Her hips started grinding against your lower stomach, bottom lip stuck between her teeth as she tried to keep her noises in. Feeling you work her up made her go insane, head spinning as you tapped her thighs to let her know to let go.

She quickly did, legs spread as you fell into your knees in front of her. The smirk on your face was dangerous as you looked up at her, kissing the side of her thigh as you put the other over your shoulder.

Her hands ended up in your hair, tugging gently as you bit into the flesh of her thighs. You wasted no time in moving her shorts to the side, tongue already curling her clit while your hands tightened their grip on her thighs. Her head fell back against the wall, hands tugging on your hair even more.

Her mouth released moans, ones that she tried to conceal by biting her bottom lip. That didn’t work though as you moved one of your hands away from her leg and onto the side of her thigh.

“Please.”

Her hips started bucking not long after, your fingers teasing her entrance as she begged for you to do something more. You gave in, only because you wanted to hear more of the sounds she made. You slowly entered her with your middle finger, relishing the moan you received.

Her eyes rolled back as you sucked on her clit, finger pumping in and out of her, slowly speeding up as her hips started bucking against your mouth even more.

You hummed against her clit, and that seemed to push her over the edge. Her hands tightened in your hair, mouth releasing almost pornographic moans as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of her.

“Wait-” her hands tried to push your head away, her clit already overstimulated and you continued to circle your tongue against her. “No more-”

“You can give me one more.” You stated, looking up to see her back arching, hands still attempting to push her head away to give her a breather. “Can you?”

With heavy breaths, she nodded, tears flooding her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Her voice was sore by the time her second orgasm came around, back arching off the wall she leaned against.

You stopped the second she came off her high, picking her up so her legs were wrapped against your waist. She was still breathing heavily, so your hands came up to rub her back, relaxing her muscles so she wasn’t arching them anymore.

You pecked her face all over, whispering praises against her skin as she calmed her breath. Your hands wandered her body, rubbing up and down her waist until she was breathing normally, that was up until she jumped off you and pushed you against a wall, taking you by surprise.

“Your turn.”

THE END

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[inari-zaheer]

May I request an ekko x reader where he and reader used to he friends with all of the gang from before episode 3 and they had crushes on each other but reader went with jinx and silco and instead of him and jinx fighting on the bridge he and reader fight and when hes about to punch her like in the show and he pauses a bomb goes off and reader covers him and gets hurt and when he wakes up he takes her back to the hideout and helps her and maybe they can confess?

Thank you for the request!

Stay Here With Me

Pairing:Ekko x Reader

Word Count:1245

A/N:Just so you guys know I don’t hate Vi, this is just a pov from a side of the history that saw the facts from a different angle😊

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Sometimes you thought about the life you had before.

When things even being harder for you then they were right now, they just seemed simpler somehow.

You were known in the Undercity as one of the kids that were adopted by Vander but after the fatidic day got under Silco's wing, just like Jinx.

The day of the factory explosion always came back on your mind, it was the day that everything had changed on your life, after Vi had abandoned Jinx you two became just like sisters, being trained by his goons and causing chaos around the city while growing up until he thought you were old enough to deal with serious stuff.

You could say that the two of you had a good life in material terms, Silco wasn’t necesarily a very affectionate person all the time and he definately wasn’t that much of a good person either but he always made sure you had almost everything you wanted when the two of you were kids.

But there was something that no mattered the money, nor power, you could never have it.

It was him. Ekko. Your childhood love and now worse enemy, that after the conflict near the sewers you just couldn't stop thinking about.

You always remembered your times with him when you were younger with joy, the days Vander would make stew and call him and Benzo over for dinner, when you guys would spy and gossip above the ceiling on Benzo's shop and the moments where youd be thinking about a future together.

But it was a long forgotten future that you quickly snapped out of as Jinx waved her hand in front of your face "Helloooo, Earth to Y/N! Come on monkey it's almost night already, we have to be at the bridge." She said walking to the exit of her lair where you were helping her with modifying the firelights.

Following her thru the lanes till the bridge you could not help but feel anxious, of course you trusted Jinx inventions, but you didn't know what kind of fire power that piltie that was with them had on the other side, but upon your arrival it looked like they should be the scared ones as the policeman you swore you saw multiple times in Silco's office threatened them.

Jinx mumbled something to herself as she activated the firelights, a beutifully dangerous explosion happened while you saw Vi running to the other side of the bridge again.

"Come on monkey, let's get that stupid gem already" She gracefully made her way to the ground and got the bag where the Hextec was secured and you quickly followed suit, but your worries came back as you clearly saw that something had bothered Jinx "Hey Jinxie, are you oka..." You didn’t even get to finish as she's opening fire against Vi and the piltie.

The both of you seemed to be more prepared for the conflict, but what you didn't expect was to see him sprinting towards your direction with a hoverboard in full speed.

Even with all the noise that came from the fallen exploded flys the only thing you could hear was the ticking of that stupid clock that Ekko always had with him, you guys looked at each other, it was almost funny, seriously? Having a fight like this? It almost looked like you were children again, playing with cardboard swords and paint guns, it could't be more fucking nostalgic.

But things got serious fast as Ekko managed to hit Jinx with all his strength, you quickly went to her rescue, not seeing the bomb she had promptly armed beside them, only to feel a heavy weight pushing you and losing conciousness.

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When you woke up you didn't recognize your surroundings but still felt a stinging pain in your torso as you tried to get up

"God i really thought I had lost you for real" That voice, that voice you had wished to hear everyday in the past and now just left you more confused that you already was, he quickly made his way towards you "You were too hurt after the explosion, but we thankfully could..."

"Get the fuck away from me" You tried ignoring the pain as much as you could while trying to get away from the boy "Where the hell am I? Are the new firelight thing kidnapping now? Where's Jinx?!"

"You need to calm dow Y/N your bandages will..." "I don't care! What have you done to my sister?!" You searched with your eyes for anything in the room that could be used against him, but they clearly thought this through

"What have WE done to her? She was the one that tried to shoot her sister in the first place, she was the one setting that damn bomb!" You could be angrier at him at this point "Oh that traitor? She stopped being Jinx's sister the moment she left us!"

"But she didn't-Shit! I should've listened to Scar ya know, should have let you die in the explosion instead of bringing you here, how come you just can't figure who is the real villain here?! Or have Jinx made you as fucking crazy as her-" "Oh don't you even dare saying a word abo-" You made a run to try and attack him but your legs failed as the pain was now unbearable

"Oh shit i warned you" He rapidly embraced you as to not let you fall, your first instinct was to wrap you arms around his neck for support but tried to free yourself the moment you noticed it only for Ekko to just hold you closer "Why can’t you just..."

All your prepared fit soon ended the moment you locked eyes with him, it wasn’t like anything you ever did with him, not every glare you ever gave him even behind his mask could even compare to this, no one has ever looked so deep into you eyes, into your soul like he was doing right now.

As inapropriate for the moment as it was, Ekko could not hold himself but to do something he wanted to do since he acknowledged his feelings for you, with you still in his armas he kissed you, a long waited moment for the both of you, it was filled with all the feelings you had for each other as the both of you tried to be as close as possible, and even then Ekko had the care to be gentle as to not hurt you, he was caring

After the kiss you just stared at each other, not exactly wanting to part ways but not knowing what to do either, it's not like you weren’t fighting before "You know i'm right about it, right? You don’t have to go back to them, they didn’t saw me taking you away from the bridge, forget about them and lets just be together here until you get better" He stated almost desperately at the thought of losing you to their side again

"Ekko you now I can’t just leave Jinx there..." Fearing he might regret this later he answered "Well...you don’t necessarily have to..." Your face immediately light up upon his statement "But only after you’re better! It’s still dangerous for you to be out there like this"

Knowing you would not scape Ekkos worries about you, you simply pecked his lips again "Deal, my boy saviour"

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