#USE SEO AGAINST THE ENEMY

[kiraleighart]

me explaining how online works so y'all can be gay do crimes fuck corporate:

Business wants to flatten human-online engagement for business aims. This is the algorithm's prime function—not delivering you the content you want, when you want it.

So, the solution is to up the ante. Send backwash chaotic metrics. Do big loud gay throttle. You can literally choose to go against the online grain anytime you want.

Example: You love tea. OK. Identify indie tea brand that's super ethics. Put them on blast as hard possible online and in search. Get 5 friends (who get 5 friends) to do this. This helps them.

But also, bidnid ppl do competitive analysis. big shitty tea brand says "huh, why is trending?" big tea brand go "how can i do that. wait."

and if you picked the right indie tea brand, only logical answer for bigboi is "consumer like ethical tea. i...oops." and when big brand tries to only LOOK like tiny tea brand, you call bullshit no buy

you do not give social media signals to big bad mean tea brand. you screencap if you gotta and use asterisk or whatever. all the while, applying pressure to uplift cool indie tea brand and cool little guys like them.

this is legit how online commerce and digital analytics works.

1 person uplifting cool indie ethical brand becomes 2. then 10. then 100. then 1000. then 100,000 until big bidnid fucks have to go "and i oop." if they want market share, they will have to evolve or you will ignore them like an annoying bug.

pls prove to me that normies are able to grasp what im saying: you have all the power. you're just not using it.

#mr robot shit #call me elliot wellick if you fucking want #be gay do crimes #fuck corporate #capitalism #fuck capitalism #anti capitalism #internet #technology #activism #protest #digital warfare #USE SEO AGAINST THE ENEMY #USE TRENDS AGAINST THE ENEMY #social justice #online warfare #mr robot #be gay do good

[houpss]

Skz as romantic tropes hyung line ver.

thanks for the idea to my wonderful friends

maknae line¡!

gender neutral reader

Bang Chan.

"Friends to lovers"

Song:Older–Isabela Larosa

You and Chan have been friends for a long time, literally since childhood. You were always proud of him, simply because he does so much and takes on so many responsibilities since he was a child. You were always with Chan when needed. He considered you his ideal younger friend!

When he flew out to train at JYP ENTERTAINMENT, you wanted to fly with him, but there was no way. He promised to write to you! You missed him so much it was beyond words. You corresponded a lot, called each other and you were proud of Chan for his success in producing, singing, dancing and rapping. You're so proud of this guy. You guided Chan down the right path, even when he didn't see the point in it, and you were in Australia and he was in Seoul. You wanted to surprise him and fly to Seoul when Stray kids debuted as a group. Chan shared all the moments with you and you personally knew all the members because Chan showed you to them in your video calls. The times of debut were difficult, Stray Kids were not understood or accepted, but you believed that a great future awaited them.

I think you and chan will start a relationship at the beginning of his debut. Your relationship will begin very carefully and tenderly, perhaps both of you will be afraid of your feelings. This relationship will be strong and sincere, you have known each other all your life! you understand him perfectly, just as he understands you. Your connection is much stronger than it really is.

You will stay in Seoul with Chan, both of you will work on your relationship and rebuild it in a romantic way. Will you become his muse forever? you are his aphrodite.

(The members love you no less than Chan)

Lee Minho.

"Enemies to lovers"

Song:Sex for homework–MSI

You are in high school, and in your class there is a very smart and confident guy named Lee Minho. It's a strange name.

This guy with the weird name is always picking on you, whether it's because you have the wrong clothes or because you're too loud. Last time he slapped you because you dyed your hair too brightly, as if it was a distraction from your studies. You and Minho always had arguments and conflicts, but you didn't deny that he was handsome and sexy. You used to hit on him, to which the guy would just snort and call you names. You had a desire to get him, even though he pissed you off beyond belief. You deliberately followed him around and he asked you to get off. By the way, Minho also felt sympathy for you, a very strong sympathy, but he hid it under a mask of aggression and dislike.

One day, you followed him to the bathroom, he was very annoyed about it, but you didn't care so much. You trapped him in the restroom against the wall, your hands on his waist and your tongue slowly traced a path from his earlobe to the collar of his shirt. You left a hickey on his neck and successfully disappeared and stayed out of his sight for days.

Minho appreciated what was in the restroom, he liked it..Maybe thisAfter this incident you are ashamed of him, God, how shameful! he will take advantage of this and tease you, now he is flirting with you, not you with him. He will be so open with you, he is even romantic. hatred would turn into ardent love?

Your relationship is so chaotic and hot! Minho literally teases you so much and gives you love and hate at the same time.

"Let's go kiss in the toilet, and then we'll paint the walls in the classroom? - "Let's go, my love"

Seo Changbin

"School Love"

Song: Talking To the moon–Bruno Mars

At first, you didn't notice Changbin as much as he noticed you. This continued until high school. As is usually the case:After summer vacation, you returned to school and discovered how handsome Changbin had become, literally everyone noticed. He was getting a lot of attention. This is your last year at school, are you ready to let him go when you first felt the attraction?He was so sweet and talkative and had a protective and understanding vibe about him. You fell in love more and more

Changbin never noticed you, you spoke literally a few times throughout your years of high school. You wanted to get Changbin's attention like so many other girls. No! Changbin is not an arrogant and "cool" guy, he won everyone over with his kindness and simple-mindedness, and he has many friends.You were friends with his friends and wanted to be closer to Changbin.

You tried to talk to him many times, but it never worked. He was unavailable to you, your pipe dream. As the year approached, would you continue to look at him and keep silent about your feelings?

Hwang Hyunjin.

"Second chance"

Song: touch–cigarettes after sex

You and Hyunjin dated during your high school days, Hyunjin was always popular with guys and girls. Your relationship was always the center of attention, something like that would never hide, Hyunjin was so cool and sexy. That's a mistake.

It was stupid to trust a guy like that, but doesn't love forgive everything? Almost at the end of the school year you caught Hyunjin with some girl, they were making out or so it seemed to you.

Hyunjin tried to explain everything to you, he wanted to prove that it wasn't true, he loved you! But you didn't want to listen, you were upset by his actions.

You left Korea and Hyunjin stayed behind, he became a traini.

A few years later, about five years later, you will hear about him as the most popular member of the Stray Kids, as a talented dancer, rapper, singer and VERSACE Ambassador. Your heart stabbed with pain and old memories that were stored under a crust of dust and unforgotten pain resurfaced in your mind. You could never admit to yourself that your affection and love for Hyunjin never went anywhere, but only grew stronger with the separation, it's like he's your addiction. One day you fly to Seoul as a model for fashion week and you meet Hyunjin's eyes. Oh my god, he missed you. He hasn't forgotten you over the years, he's never forgotten you. You're firmly planted in his memory, he even dreamt about you.

It would be silly if you didn't talk and find out about everything. Starting a new relationship and trust is difficult, but in time everything will come back. Hyunjin is more masculine and serious, he'll get his own back. You're his.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #skz headcanons #skz reactions #skz bang chan #skz lee know #skz lee minho #skz seo changbin #skz hyunjin #bang chan x you #lee know x you #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #gender neutral reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

So, my request is that I need a unhinged woman with looking men(whoever you want). When I mean unhinged, I MEAN UNHINGED WOMAN WHO’S A PERSONIFICATION OF FEMALE RAGE!! LIKE DURING THE FIGHT CAN AND WILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ANYONE WHILE LAUGHING PSYCHOTICALLY.

But really Ptj truly lacks in female characters, like we want to see woman fight and beat asses too.

And love your writing;)

Hi anon - not me seeing this and jumping on it IMMEDIATELY. GIVE ME COMPETENT WOMEN. GIVE ME WOMEN THAT CAN FIGHT

I don't think I've got the unhinged quite there but this is to fun to not put down everything and starting writing. Adding a Goo and Sammy in the works for later too. Thanks for the ask and glad you're enjoying my brain rot!

Gun Park with Unhinged F!Reader

He wasn't a complete disappointment (Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | James Lee/DG)

You are nothing like Daniel Park.

The last time Gun had felt fear, it was fun. The rush of blood in his ears, the adrenaline cursing through his veins. Exchanging blows with a worthy opponent, with a potential successor.

This? This was fight or flight or freeze.

Gun had never retreated from a fight, unless it served the bigger picture. And he certainly had never frozen before.

Being overwhelmed, truly, wholly, completely, wasn't a feeling he was used to.

You stand there over his beaten body, blood and skin under your nails, a sardonic grin upon your lips and rabid glint in your eyes.

"Is this little Gun all out of bullets?" You pout mockingly at him, as the realisation dawned that you had been playing with your prey all along.

You had to admit - at times he had even given you a thrill. But then he had to go along and break. How fragile.

You sigh as you take your eyes off him, licking the blood off your fingers.

Gun landed a few hits at first, like a true fighter - never holding back his strength even against a woman.

(That was usually the first thing people underestimated about you. These silly little boys with their poor delicate egos and idiotic misplaced gallantry.)

When his fist connected with your face, you couldn't help but let out a shriek of excitement.

Oh. Oh. Maybe you finally found someone that actually lived up to their reputation.

And sure, he managed to go a couple rounds with you, but it wasn't long before he was out of moves and out of time.

You gave him a peek of your demon, and he almost felt it engulf his entire being and swallow him in darkness.

How sad. Really. This could have been something great.

You kneel down and gently run your hands through his hair, "At least you weren't a complete disappointment."

All Gun could do was look at you with rage and fury and hate. How fun, another enemy.

You press two fingers to your lips, kissing them and transferring it to his. If he had anything left, maybe he would have tried to bite you.

You pull out a slip of paper and pen from your pocket, brushing away the lint and dirt and cross another inadequate name off your list.

"Who... are... you?" Gun gritted out, struggling with the words. Oops, you did almost crush his throat.

You stand back up and give him a shrug. He didn't deserve to know.

#me casually skipping over the action #i cant write fights for shit #no action scene for me ty #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fanfics #lookism fic #gun park x reader #gun park #park jonggun #park jonggun x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #wannaeatramyeon #lookism unhinged series

[mckitterick]

OpenAI previews voice generator that produces natural-sounding speech based on a 15-second voice sample

The company has yet to decide how to deploy the technology, and it acknowledges election risks, but is going ahead with developing and testing with "limited partners" anyway.

Not only is such a technology a risk during election time (see the fake robocalls this year when an AI-generated, fake Joe Biden voice told people not to vote in the primary), but imagine how faked voices of important people - combined with AI-generated fake news plus AI-generated fake photos and videos - could con people out of money, literally destroy political careers and parties, and even collapse entire governments or nations themselves.

By faking a news story using accurate (but faked) video clips of (real) respected and elected officials supporting the fake story - then creating a billion SEO-optimized fake news and research websites full of fake evidence to back up their lies - a bad actor or cyberwarfare agent could take down an enemy government, create a revolution, turn nations against one another, even cause world war.

This kind of apocalyptic scenario has always felt like a science-fiction idea that could only exist in a possible dystopian future, not something we'd actually see coming true in our time, now.

How in the world are we ever again going to trust what we read, hear, or watch? If LLM-barf clogs the internet, and lies pollute the news, and people with bad intentions can provide all the evidence they need to fool anyone into believing anything, and there's no way to guarantee the veracity of anything anymore, what's left?

Whatever comes next, I guarantee it'll be weirder than we imagine.

Here's hoping it's not also worse than the typical cyberpunk tale.

PS: NEVER ANSWER CALLS FROM UNKNOWN NUMBERS EVER AGAIN

...or at least don't speak to the caller. From now on, assume it's a con-bot or politi-bot or some other bot seeking to cause you and others harm. If they hear your voice, they can fake it saying anything they want. If it sounds like someone you know, it's probably not if it's not their number saved in your contacts. If it's about something important, hang up and call the official or saved number for the supposed caller.

#cyberpunk dystopia #artificial intelligence #robocalls #capitalism ruins everything #where's the utopian future we dreamed of? #I vote for that instead

[simply-whump]

The Uncanny Counter 2: Counter Punch (경이로운 소문2: 카운터 펀치) - Whump List

Main Whumpee : So moon played by Cho Byeongkyu, Ga Motak played by Yoo Joonsang and Na Jeokbong played by Yoo In Soo

Synopsis : Evil spirits from the afterlife arrive on Earth in search of an immortal existence. The story follows a group of counters who are tasked with catching these malevolent entities. (MDL)

Genres : Action, Mystery, Comedy, Supernatural

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

So Moon

Ep 1 : None

Ep 2 : Sparring, hair pulled, screaming (comedic) — Fighting

Ep 3 : Using a lot of power, struggling a bit, shaking, sweating, collapses, nosebleed, concern for him — Sore, wincing in pain, knuckles scratched (after training too much on his own) — Sparring against all the other counters

Ep 4 : Difficult fight, bruised, bleeding a bit, pressed a against a wall by strong telekinesis power, groaning in pain — Still pressed against the wall, struggling, chocked, screaming in pain, manages to free himself after lots of shouting, shot in the arm while protecting someone, concern for him, bleeding (healed offscreen…) (Gif Set)

Ep 5 :  inhaled some gaz, coughing, collapsed

Ep 6 : Fighting, thrown and pinned against a wall

Ep 7 : Difficult fight, thrown around, choked, punched repeatedly in the face, emotional, bruised and bleeding, worried for someone

Ep 8 : Crying — Sparring, punched — Fighting, thrown around, bleeding, pinned o a wall, bleeding — Choked, fighting — Memory erased, collapses, passes out, concern for him (Gif Set)

Ep 9 : (Replay of previous scene) Unconscious, choked — Unconscious, friends try to heal him, lots of concern for him — In a coma, concern for him, looked after, locked inside his own mind, doesn’t want to wake up — (inside his mind) Seems lost and terrified, heavy breathing, thinks all of his friends are dead, devastated, crying, wakes up 

Ep 10 : Fighting, pinned to the ground

Ep 11 : Enters the enemy’s “mind”, choked, concern for him, wakes up, heavy breathing — Punched by Motak, emotional, teary-eyed — Crying — Fighting, hit, thrown around — Stays behind in a place that’s about to self destruct, concern for him, choked, slammed to the ground, choked (Gif Set), saved

Ep 12 : Fighting, blasted by an explosion, more difficult fighting, goes into the enemy’s mind, fighting, choked, punched a lot, choked until he almost passes out — Struggling to summon the enemy, screaming, heavy breathing, crying — Wakes up

Ga Motak

Ep 1 : None

Ep 2 : Difficult fight, lots of punching and being thrown around

Ep 3 : Sparring

Ep 4-7 : None

Ep 8 : Fighting, handcuffed himself to the bad guy, choked, bleeding from the mouth, screaming in pain, wrist bleeding, concern for him — groaning in pain, wrist healed with magic — Sparring, being blasted around — Fighting

Ep 9 : Thrown around

Ep 10 : Thrown around — Teary-eyed

Ep 11 : Fighting, cut, knife at his throat, worried for someone, sees someone he cares about die in front of him, punches So Moon, emotional, teary-eyed — Find out his friend is alive, extremely relieved

Ep 12 : Fighting, blasted by an explosion, more difficult fighting, thrown around, choked, losing consciousness 

Na Jeokbong

Ep 1 : None

Ep 2 : Hit by a bus, at the hospital, in a coma — Wakes up

Ep 3 : Sparring — Throws up

Ep 4 : Kicked, falls to the ground, nose bleeding — Blaming himself, feeling useless — Beaten , chocked, beaten with a shovel while protecting someone, hit in the face, nosebleed

Ep 5 : Inhaled some gaz, coughing, collapsed, half conscious, out of it (semi-comedic)

Ep 6-7 : None

Ep 8 : Fighting

EP 9 : Thrown around, choked — Crying — Fighting (more like beaten up)

Ep 10 : None

Ep 11 : Throwing up — Choked, shelf falls on him

Ep 12 : Fighting, blasted by an explosion, concern for him, thrown around, choked, losing consciousness 

Bonus Whumpee : Park Do Hwi (on the right) played by Seo Byuk Joon

Ep 7 : choked, thrown to the ground, stabbed, collapses on his knees, concern for him, bleeding

Ep 8 : Unconscious on the ground, stabbed a second time, bleeding, concern for him — Unconscious, healed with magic, wakes up, weak, memories erased (such a sad scene)

>> More Whump Lists

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter 2 #whump list #asian whump #whump #kdrama #korean drama #cho byeong kyu #yoo joon sang #yoo in soo

[dreamingkdrama]

Relationship analysis:

Seo Hwi x Nam Seon Ho

They are close friends from childhood who have always supported and helped each other. But things changes when they are challenged with reality of the regime, their past, prejudices and intrigues of the powerful men fighting for the influence.

Happy careless times will end when their ambitions put them against each other and Seo Ho driven by his desire to be appreciated by his father beats Hwi unjustly and win the exams. Hwi is dragged out of the arena and Seon Ho's father then send him away to lifetime service in army so he isn't longer a thread to his family

Seon Ho regrets his actions. He takes care of Hwi's sister Yeon, but his guilt won't stop him from trying to get more power to be able to take revenge of his father (and also get his respect, he has some really serious daddy issues). Meanwhile, Hwi is going through hell in battlefield when leaders decide to abandon his unit. Seon ho thinks Hwi is dead.

When they finaly meet again, Hwi saves Seon Ho's life begging the doctor to heal his wound he got in the fight. Hwi still thinks about Seon Ho as his dearest friend and is happy to see him. Seon Ho isn't that happy. Maybe he was feeling the guilt and sadness when he thought that Hwi is dead, but now he probably doesn't know what to do.

It seems that Seon Ho kind of regrets his actions but he decides to stick to his new role and tells some terrible things to Hwi. He admits it was him who sent him to army (but it was actually his father) and now he was sent here to kill the rest of his men. Is it some kind of reverse psychology that makes him do even worse things than he originaly regrets? I have no idea. Seon Ho also tells Hwi that his sister is dead and he will kill him too if he will come back to take revenge on his family. It's probably attempt to protect Hwi and his sister from being killed by his father who is really capable of anything. But it really isn't the best way to protect your fried's life by hurting him more.

From that day, their paths starts crossing more often and Seon Ho is acting like Hwi isn't longer his friend. He convince his father to use Hwi and make him obedient by keeping his sister hostage, which probably saves lives to both of them. But I don't understand why is Seon Ho acting so cruel even though he clearly cares about Hwi and all of this just keep hurting Hwi more and more. More open communication would help a lot. This treatment makes Hwi to change sides and join prince Bang Won who is opponent to Nam Jeon (Seon Ho's father).

Hwi is acting like he has nothing to lose. He doesn't care about himself anymore and there are many situations when Hwi almost dies and Seon Ho is trying to save him over and over again. But now he has not enough power to protect his former friend.

They now stand on the opposit side of the power struggle knowing that one day they will have to face each other and we know this will happend from the opening of the first episode.

As the events progress they meet each other in a fight few times but they have such a love-hate relationship that they are not able to kill each other. They always wound the opponent slightly so he can't fight anymore, but he survives. Seon ho even tells to Hwi: "Your sword still feels affectionate."

Hwi is very generous to Seon Ho, he saves him many times, he stops him from suicide and he apologies for being too overhelmed by revenge that he doesn't saw how much was Seon Ho suffering. But, hear me out. Seon Ho surely has not an easy life, he surely was protecting Hwi and Yeon, but a lot of suffering that he and Hwi were going through was also his fault when he was blinded by his plans and ambitions.

Almost at the end, they again find the lost bond they once had. This however destroy the alliance between Hwi and Bang Won, who is Seon Ho's enemy and who was sparing Seon Ho's life because of his friendship with Hwi. When Seon Ho tries to assasinate Bang Won and fails, Hwi comes to save him. Hwi beggs Bang Won to let them go and promise that he won't be thread to him if he just let save his dearest friend. Bang Won release them and tell them to never come back.

Hwi and Seon Ho are thinking about living better life without intriques and violence, but they are already too deep in the game and they realise that their frieds will always be in danger if they are alive. They decide to make final action. They fight their way to the palace where Bang Won just took the throne and change their lifes for lifes of their loved ones (precisely...Seon Ho sacrifice himself so Hwi can reach Bang Won and then Hwi sacrifies himself for the deal). They die together like friends. It's really epic and I am really glad for this ending, it was kind of poetic.

So, lets make some conclusion. Seon Ho is really shitty friend. Yes, he did protect Hwi and his sister, but his behavior and bad communication helped to make total emotional wreck out of his friend. Seon Ho was very immature from the beggining and he really lack someone who would love him in childhood. I think his psychical instability origin in very young age. He is lucky that he has such a good friend who will not even forgive him, but also undestands him. I am not sure I would be so sympathetic towads him if he wasn't portrayed by Woo Do Hwan who managed to make this character more layered. Hwi's feeling for Seon Ho are not very healthy. But overall, I am glad that they find the way to each other at the end.

What do you think? Did I missed something?

#kdrama #korean drama #asian men #korean #kdrama whump #my country: the new age #mctna #nam seon ho #seo hwi #kdrama edit #apemctnagif #apedramaedit #kdramaedit #kdramanetwork #korean series #whump series #asian whump #woo do hwan #yang se jong #aperandoms

[meenawrites]

More Alchemy of Souls rambles

I am still in shambles about the ending of season 1 by the way. But surprisingly we're not here to talk about that just yet.

Today I want to talk about our second male lead Seo Yul.

I LOVE HIM

It's not just because I have a tendency to slip into second male lead syndrome I promise.

He is an AMAZING character! And in such a subtle way too!

Seo Yul is everything everyone wants Jang Uk to be: quiet, obedient, dutiful.

He contrasts Jang Uk so well in the show, and yet they're not enemies, which I feel like it would be so easy to do. Seo Yul and Jang Uk care very deeply for each other. Seo Yul worries about Uk a lot and what's best for him, but struggles with his sense of duty and his principles all the while. Uk meanwhile recognizes Seo Yul's pain because of this and does actually care about him and how hard this must be for him. He understands him very well.

Again, it would have been so easy to pit them against each other, especially while vying for Naksu/Mudeok's hand, but they DIDN'T! They made Seo Yul a much more complex character than just a second male lead there to cause some drama for the lovers.

He is kind, soft-spoken, and reserved. And yet he's not boring or uninteresting for it. We are shown that Seo Yul has a lot of thoughts, and is incredibly smart. He's quick to catch on and is very observant. What he decides to say is chosen very deliberately and because of all the thought put behind his words, they carry that much more gravitas when he does speak.

His internal struggle over what to do with Naksu was done incredibly well, especially for someone who is so principled but also caring. He struggles with his memories of his first love and what he ought to do as a member of Songrim and the heir to one of the great families of Daeho. In a sense, there are two different senses of responsibility warring within him: that towards Naksu because he feels like he left her behind (especially after learning of her tragic past and how she has been used and discarded) and his responsibility towards his elders, their teachers, and what he's experienced firsthand: soul shifters are dangerous and an abomination.

And that's not all. A factor that comes into play in this struggle is how much he cares about Jang Uk. Naksu is giving him everything that has been denied to Jang Uk for so long and he's much happier for it. So because Seo Yul cares so deeply for Uk, there's that added layer of conflict of taking away the one person that has actually given him what he needed to be happy.

He did his best to balance all of this while suffering alone for it. And it all just proves how big of a heart he has and how deeply he feels everything and takes in everything around him.

If I need to summarize everything: Seo Yul is best boy.

I am so upset he has this parasitic worm inside of him and no one bloody knows except So-i who probably doesn't even know the full extent of what it will do to him. She's dumb, but I'll discuss her character another time, because she is interesting from a writing POV.

If anything bad happens to him in Part 2, I am rioting and crying all at once.

#Alchemy of souls #Alchemy of souls part 1 #Alchemy of souls season 1 #Seo Yul #Jang Uk #Naksu #Mudeok #Aos

[liknws]

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN.

In every city, in every part of the world, there will always be those who live against the law, outside the moral codes of society. In every city, in every part of the world, there will always be blood and loyalties and family. In their part of the world, in their city, they reign supreme. Eight men from different walks of life found each other and made a home, a family, a place for the outlaws and the unwanted. They protect their own, they care for their own.

⎯⎯ GENDERAL WARNINGS: dark themes, corruption, murder, gore, death, violence, drug & alcohol use, sex work, organized crime, profanity, gangs & cartels, guns & gun violence ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, for mature audiences only

BAHNG CHAN.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: president chan x federal agent reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: corruption, childhood friends to enemies, enemies to lovers ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: this part will focus heavily on law enforcement and corrupt officers and organizations, please read at your own risk.

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: you grew up in this town and you always knew you had to get out. when you were younger and the world was a lot more rose-colored, you made a promise with christopher bahng that you two would get out of this town and make something of yourselves. so you left but he stayed. you haven't thought about him or that city for so long but when you uncover something and need help, you turn to the one person you think you can trust and hope that he hasn't changed too much.

LEE MINHO.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: enforcer minho x street racer reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: enemies to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: you hate everything to do with their club and the dirty business they bring into the city. they claim that they protect the city and it's people but all you see is the chaos and devastation their wars bring to your neighborhoods. you hate everything they stand for so you don't feel bad when you take from them to provide for you, your family, or your neighbors. you don't make it a secret of your hate so when more than a few things go wrong in their organization, everyone is looking at you as the prime suspect.

SEO CHANGBIN.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: vice president changbin x nomad reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: strangers to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: you haven't been apart of any one charter in years, not after the internal politics and drama of your last charter. you enjoy life on the road, never calling one city home for too long before you're gone again, just you and your bike. you swore to yourself that you'd die a nomad, that your only connection would be your bike. but then you meet someone that has you questioning everything you've convinced yourself of.

HWANG HYUNJIN.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: tail gunner hyunjin x sex worker reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: strangers to lovers ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: sex work, savior & hero complexes

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: you're not new to the city, you're not new to the dark world hidden just under the surface. you've been in and out of this world your whole life. you've been taking care of yourself for so long that when he shows up and wants to take care of you, you fight against him every turn. you once were able to live without showing up on anyone's radar but now that you have his attention, it seems like everyone is looking your way.

HAN JISUNG.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: enforcer jisung x surgeon reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: strangers to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: he came in to the hospital and the hard part of dealing with him wasn't the bullet wounds, his refusal to answer your questions, or wanting to leave against your medical advice but how infuriatingly charming he is. it's how you find yourself wrapped up in his life so quickly, struggling with your own code and wanting to step into his life fully.

LEE FELIX.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: road captain felix x mafia heiress reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: strangers to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: this is meant to be your fresh start, a change in your life so that you can make the choice if you want to take over and rise with the crown or give it away. you feel pulled in every direction, expected to make a certain choice but meeting him suddenly nothing else matters for a while. no pressures, no expectations and suddenly you think you can make the perfect choice.

KIM SEUNGMIN.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: sgt. at arms seungmin x mechanic reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: best friends to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: if he can't work on his bike himself, there is only one other person he trusts to touch it: you. you've been around for a few years, earning your way from grunt work to a trusted ally and friend of the club. you can read between the lines and while no one has said anything outright to you, everyone that works in skz automotive knows that these bikers aren't just going for a sunday cruise.

YANG JEONGIN.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: prospect jeongin x new neighbor reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: strangers to lovers

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: when you moved in you didn't expect your neighbor to be adorable, charming, and downright sinful on that bike of his. you've heard the gossip around town and the warnings from the ladies you work with but you're not scared of him. sometimes you wonder if he might be more scared of you the way he tries to avoid you all the time.

#skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz writing #skz imagine #skz x you

[neon-dynasty]

Sidequests

After reviving Crono, the party still has more work to do before using their newfound motivation to defeat Lavos. Everyone (except Crono and Ayla) has unfinished business to attend to across the ages.

(As always, if you have any suggestions on wording, balancing, or changing everything about the abilities, please let me know! And if you do not want your artwork used for this, also please let me know!)

Here we go!

In the Middle Ages and Present, there's a barren desert where there was once a lush forest. Speaking with a young woman who lives nearby, the party learns that the desiccation of the environment is due to an overabundance of monsters. They defeat the monsters, but more work needs to be done, over many human generations. Robo volunteers, as it is his mission to help humans. He revitalizes the land and is enshrined and venerated for his efforts.

This card represents Robo's various tasks in reviving an entire forest. I don't need to explain each one at this point. I'm not too happy with the red ability, so if you have a better suggestion, go for it.

As for the incredible artwork, it was done by Tumblr user @anthonyvaccarelli and it can be seen here.

Magus needs to rein in his former generals, who have since relocated to Ozzie's old fortress. Honestly, I'm not sure what the real purpose of this was, but I like to think that Magus wanted to clean up his mess with these three.

I didn't want to do too much work with the generals, so they all went on one card. They don't have the boss mechanic, which is a little weird. I don't even know what they'd drop, and for whom. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.

The artwork was done by Uncle Snowy, Tomoshi, and DeepInk, which didn't really fit on the artist line. It was for the Chrono Trigger Musical, by Man on the Internet, seen here.

One of the most gut-wrenching parts of Chrono Trigger is the Origin of Machines questline. Robo needs to go to where he and the other robots were made. What he finds is a nightmare beyond words. Humans are being processed to be made into machines. His former friend attacks him and he discovers that the administrator of the facility, the Mother Brain, has been reprogramming robots around the world to kill all humans. Robo needs to destroy not only his dearest companion, but also his creator in order to keep humans alive on the dying planet.

This is just a top-down card representing the humans being processed. People go in, robots come out. It's an enchantment artifact because even though this represents an event, the event it represents is the machine supremacy. I went with Servo tokens because they're fairly well-established in Magic, but also, I couldn't find artwork of the robot enemies.

The artwork on this card, however, is done by Yuto Sakurai, one of my favorite CT fan artists. I can't believe I hadn't used his artwork before, but here we are. You can see the original piece here.

This is a quest that makes full use of having access to a time machine. In the future, the party comes across a cave housing a shrine to the Kingdom of Zeal's exhausted Sun Stone. Before they can see it, though, they have to face off against the Sun of the Sun, its puzzling guardian.

I made this card so long ago! It's very top-down, but I like it. It's meant to be hard to kill, but worth the effort in the end.

The art was done by Enair and posted on Amino.

Prominence is a photo of a real scientific phenomenon, the blue flame whirl, taken by Sriram Hariharan. Sun Stone is a cartoony fantasy object, drawn by Seo EagleSage.

Frog also has unfinished business. The ghost of Cyrus is haunting an old manor on Choras, and the party helps clear the monsters so that the spirit can rest in peace. Cyrus tells his old friend how proud he is of the man he's become, and the closure allows Frog to use the Masamune to its fullest potential.

The mechanics of this card are very simple. Maybe a little too simple. I'm also not sure about the mana cost. The ability is very much in white's piece of the color wheel, which makes it a little awkward that players can't use it in a Frog Commander deck.

There's such little fanart out there of this particular quest, so I went with a scene from the opening cinematic.

Finally, Marle's and her father have to repair their frayed relationship, but the chancellor keeps making things worse between them. Ultimately, he attempts a coup and it's revealed that he's the descendant of Yakra, defeated four hundred years ago. The party defeats the grudge-holding Mystic and presents evidence that the King did not sell Guardia's national treasure - the Rainbow Shell. Melchior then fashions gear out of a little bit of the shell, and it's some of the best in the game.

I made the Rainbow card over a year ago! This was before I started posting the cards in chronological order. Here's the description from the Imgur gallery: Crono's most iconic weapon. I wanted an equipment that got better the more colors you were able to pay into it. I think this can be tweaked to be a little better, if not less interesting. We'll see.

As for the art, once I saw this piece by Ahakarin, my jaw dropped and I knew a card needed to be made.

I also made the PrismSpecs card a really long time ago, but never posted it. I love the protection it grants based on colors, but I'm very proud of that flavor text. I think it's funny, at any rate.

The art on PrismSpecs is done by Lushie. It was the most colorful and cartoony art I'd ever used for a Magic card up to that point.

And that's that for the sidequests! It's not like there are two more coming up or anything like that.

#mtg #chrono trigger #custom card

[bunnyabricot]

Arrogant and annoying 📚⚖️💻

✧ pairing : Seo Ji ho x reader

✧ warning(s) : smut ; fingering (f receiving), degrading, pet names (brat, slut, whore, doll) cum eating, public sex, enemies to lovers, praise (literally only 1)

✧ summary : You just didn’t like how he acted, nothing else. When you’re both left alone at the library you discover it might be something else.

✧ words : 2.1k

✧ a/n : sorry I’m in too many fandoms

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You were in the secondary library with your study group, working for the next exam. You were asking each other questions, asking if you didn’t understand a law text and whining about failing. Well, mostly you and Kang Sol A. You just needed to let it out to the detriment of everyone present here, must obligated to here your complaints.

Everyone in the group was here except Seung Jae, he is spending more and more time with his wife. Good for him. Even though you miss his luck in guessing the exam subject.

We were all concentrated on our respective computers, and/or books before us, silent. Your gaze mindlessly drifted to the guy at the opposite from me on the table, Seo Ji ho. They voluntarily put him at the polar opposite of you because you two can’t stand each other, you are like cat and dog. He’s the cat by the way. Always so arrogant and cold, you hated so deeply how he is looking at people as if he was better than anyone. Like calm down it’s not because you know the civil code that you’re better than us.. Put him in a forest and he’ll die in 4 hours. Knowing what paragraph carjacking is mentioned won’t help you against a bear smart ass.

You looked at him, his stupid face and how his fingers tap the keyboard. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms. You gulped at the sight and quickly diverted your gaze.

Suddenly, Sol A breaks the silence. “I forgot ! I needed to help Mrs.Kim for the open law office. Sorry guys I need to go !” She explained swiftly and leaves as soon as she started. You all look at each other, stupefied. Joon Hwi chuckles “Typical Sol A”.

A phone buzzes, you look at your friend next to you, Ye Seul. “It’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry I need to leave.” She apologetically says. “Aww it’s okay, have fun !” I answer back. She nodded, puts her stuff in her bag before waving us goodbye. Bok Gi watches her leaving with puppy eyes as Ye Beom pats his back in comfort. Bok Gi always had a thing for your friend. How could he not she is so adorable and pretty !

You were now remaining 6. The number quickly decreased. You were alone in the corner of the table. The 5 others all gathered at opposite side. “Ya, Bok Gi, I’m so hungry.. Accompany me to the kitchen real quick please.” The oldest boy requests. “Sure, I’m not really in the mood to study anymore anyways..” The other sadly accepts.

You look back at your work before you once again get interrupted by Sol B. “I need to fetch some documents in the other library. I’ll be back.” She states sternly. She was also quite condescending, but it was less insufferable than Ji Ho. “I’ll go with you” Joon Hwi hurriedly says. For some reason you think he likes her. You were always good at reading people. She looks at him without saying anything as she makes her way out of the room, the boy following her close with a sweet smile on his face. With the way she treats him differently than anyone, you guessed the feeling is mutual.

As they start to leave the room, I suddenly wake up in realisation. “Wait ! You’re leaving me here ?” I mutter, worried. Ji Ho sides eyes me, exasperated at my reaction. “Yeah..” Joon Hwi responds amused. “But he’s so arrogant help me.” I plead as if he wasn’t in the same room as me. “And you’re so annoying..” He answers vexed.. “Sure arrogant and annoying what a cute duo” Joon Hwi states before winking at me.

I scoff as he leaves the room. “What is he talking about..” I mumble under my breath. “You’re so clueless it’s almost cute.” The boy with glasses says. I choke on my own spit. “What are you talking about about ? Have you gone crazy because of the exam ??” I shout, distraught. “Have you gone crazy ? You’re practically drooling while looking at my hands in front of everyone and you think nobody can sees you.” He scoffs while looking directly into your eyes. You blush, heavily embarrassed by the fact that you have been caught. You become red but you don’t know if it’s from anger or humiliation. “See, this is why I hate you. You are so mean and… And.. Just arrogant in general, like you’re better ! You’re such a dick Ji Ho..” You snap at him. How dare he mock you..

You stand up and pack up your things messily, wanting nothing but to disappear, looking down at the stable to avoid his gaze. You swear you could almost cry of frustration. When you look up you see him nowhere in sight. You turn around and see him right behind you, looking down at you. He comes closer, caging you between him and the table. You are mortified and drops your bag on the table.

His heavy gaze gives you goosebumps and you can’t help the growing heat between your legs, being so vulnerable, so close to him. You shut your thighs together and tugs at the hem of your skirt. “Do you expect me to believe that ? If you hate me then why are you so shy right now ? Why do you always stare at me, at my hands, ‘want me to stuff you with them hm ? Or would you prefer if I bend you over this desk, lift your pretty skirt and pound into you ?” He offers disturbingly sternly. Your breathing gets faster as you look at the floor, unable to look directly at him. He grabs your chin with his fingers. “Look at me” He orders. You oblige and dare to stare at him, weakened by what he just said.

You still think about his offer, Seo Ji Ho, the number 1 on your enemy list offering you his fingers to get off. Despite his attitude, you must admit he is attractive. His plump lips, his dark eyes. Everything about him is enticing. “So ?” He asks once again. You hope he was not making fun of you and that his offer is real. “Please take me Ji Ho..” You answer shyly. He grins and breathes out from his nose deeply. “What a brat, insulting me then wanting to get fucked..” He scoffs. He approaches you to kiss your neck sloppily. “I wish I could right now but we don’t have much time. My fingers will have to do..” He continues. You whimper, dazed.

He sucks the skin of your neck, leaving hickeys. He lifts up your shirt and your bra to expose your tits. He hums as he hungrily stares at them and messily leaves wet kisses onto them, making you whimper once again.

The pool between you legs grows and your legs are weakening from his attack. He takes his hand to spread your legs as the other kneads your breast. He directs his hand under your skirt and knowingly moves your panties aside. You grab his shoulder as he plays with your wet folds. You bite your lips in attempt to stay quiet but he finds another way to shut you up as he crashes his lips against yours. At the same time, he enters his middle finger inside your warm cunt. You want to moan loudly at the feeling but his rough kissing stops you.

Despite the context, you blush at the kiss, why does it feel so sweet ? Your tongues intertwine with each other sloppily and you furrow your eyebrows in pleasure. He adds his ring finger and scissors you mercilessly. He stops the kiss as you are both breathless. He angles his fingers in a way that makes you see stars, you moan loudly, surprised. “What a slut, does my fingers feel too good for you ?” He coos at you and pinches your nipple in warning. You squirm, startled. “Get your voice down. You don’t want anyone to see you like a pathetic whore now, do you ?” He warns you.

His fingers goes in and out of you quickly and you bite your lips to suppress your moans. His thumb rubs your clit and your hold to his shoulder tightens as well as your pussy, clenching around his skilled fingers. “A-Aah- Ji Ho.. M’sorry..” You beg. “If fucking you makes you apologise, I should have fucked you dumb long ago doll.” He chuckles, accelerating his mouvements nevertheless. His fingers are so perfect, curled into your tight hole. You flutter your lashes and admire him. You feel so pathetic, breasts exposed, all wet and disheveled as he is fully clothed and composed. Or at least that what you thought. If you knew his heart was racing at the sight of you, you might cum on the spot.

“M’gonna..” You start. “I know doll. Cum for me, cum on my fingers like a slut.” He cuts you, shoving his two fingers into you as you reach your climax. You furrow your eyebrows and tears are pricking in your eyes. He brushes your nipple softly with his fingertips and kisses your neck oh so gently. The contrast between his slow motions compared to his rough assault on your most private part is too much for you. You sob and moan his name while cumming on his fingers “J-Ji Ho…”, you sob.

He watches your face carefully as you reach your climax and curses under his breath “Shit..”. Now he’s addicted.

He kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes as he caressed your breasts fondly “Good girl.” He praises you unexpectedly. You look at him stunned, you think you might cry again after this. You just smile at him, simply happy, giggling.

You legs are shaking as he slowly takes his digits out of you. They’re wet with your arousals and he shoves them inside your mouth. Your immediately suck on them, cleaning them off for him. “Such a pretty whore sucking on my fingers.” You shut your eyes and exhale from your nose, smiling.

Once they’re free from any sort of any of your juices, he removes them from your pretty mouth. He stares at you a second, admiring you, before leaving a fond kiss on your lips. You’re startled by his gentleness and melt. “You’re not so bad.. I guess” You tease him. He scoffs, almost outraged “What, need another round with my dick this time fucking slut ?”.

You wear about to answer him when you hear a convo and footsteps approaching. You look at him, whose eyes are also wide. You swiftly pull down your shirt and sits back down to your place. He has just the time to automatically sits next to you before the door opens. Ye Beom and Bok Gi arrive and both furrow their eyebrows at the scene before them.

“Why are you seated so close to each other without someone losing an eye ?” The man with glasses questions suspiciously. You were about to respond but you just realise the presence of Ji Ho’s hand resting on your thigh, which shuts you up immediately. You glare at him and he just grins back at you. “We were studying. He is smart after all, you have to admit.” You answer, sure of yourself. “With no laptop and no books in front of you..?” Bok Gi remarks. You look at your bag with all your belongings placed on the table very much closed to your dismay. You look at Ji Ho for help but he just raises his eyebrows while tilting his head, waiting for you to find another excuse. Why did you fuck him in the first place already ?

“I meant, in reality we were.. Making peace.” You confess. It’s not entirely false.. “Yeah, well, from the hickeys on your neck peace was not the only thing you were making..” Yeom beom snickers. You become bright red. Ji Ho this bastard. “Nevermind, I still hate him..” You say while taking your bag to leave, not bothering to look at anyone. “Wait Y/n don’t be like that.. It’s not that bad..” He tries to apologise, catching after you with his unbearable grin. You open the door only to be face to face with Sol B and Joon Hwi looking directly at your obviously disheveled state. “Is that hickeys..?” Joon Hwi asks, kind of concerned. Bok Gi adds “Oh now it’s bad..”. “I’m changing study group. Bye guys !” You said, waving, joking despite the poor situation.

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#Seo ji ho x reader #seo jiho x reader #seo Ji ho #seo Ji ho law school #law school #law school x reader #ennemies to lovers #bun’s fanfics .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🪙 ⊹₊ ⋆ #Seo Ji Ho smut #ennemies to lovers smut #law school x reader smut

[ferrethyun]

Welcome Aboard The 0325

Pairing: Pirate! Kim Hongjoong x Pirate! M! Reader (Featuring Ateez and Stray Kids)

Genre: Nsfw, Implied Enemies to lovers (MDNI!!)

Warnings: Piracy, Lots of bad language, Threats of murder, Swords and guns, Hidden weapons, Alcohol consumption, Obligatory WooSan, SeonghwaxMinho being a thing…, Sight personality divergence in Skz, Readers personality is… a mess :], Violence, Blood mentions, Vomit mentions, Hongjoongs a bit of a push over, A group of dudes gang up on Hongjoong n try to take him home? Bc they think he’s a girl?, Hongjoongs a bit fuckin stupid in this. NSFW WARNINGS:: Sub!Hongjoong, Hair pulling, Facefucking, Blowjobs, Rough sex, Bondage (Fabric used to tie wrists), Spanking, Marking, Manhandling, Cockstepping, Uhhhh kinky violence? but also not kinky violence. it’s just violence during sex but hongjoong is okay with it :], Name calling, Dumbification?, Dacryphillia implied (Tears r there for sure), Unprotected sex (Tbf expected), No written aftercare but I wanna say does happen bc no aftercare makes me sad :]

Word Count: 13,788

This fic obviously doesn’t represent ateez or stray kids as they are in real life! This is a work of fiction and not to be taken seriously :]

Feedback is appreciated but Reblogs even more so! Questions are also very welcome!

If I miss any warnings please let me know!!! It’s of upmost importance to me that i let everyone know what content is in this so no one is triggered.

I also apologise if the ending feels rushed for some! This fic got super long when i didn’t even mean it to :[

Tag list: @fireheaurt , @jojayke , @chrswolfie , @brownieracha , @ashia4

It’s not in a pirate's nature to work with other pirates.

This is the main sentiment that Hongjoong instilled into his crew from the moment they all joined him. He was adamant that, for as strong as his crew was, they would never need to or want to work with another crew. Funny how these things turn out, right?

After a fierce battle in the Caribbean sea against a rival crew, Hongjoong’s ship ‘The Aurora’ found herself with a sizeable hole in the side of her hull. Now, with his ship beached and unable to go anywhere or be fixed for the time being due to lack of resources, he had no choice but to ask for help. Hongjoong had sent out a message to the nearest ship, not knowing who would receive it, hoping and praying that he and his crew wouldn’t end up any worse than they already were.

A week had passed on the island that they had been stranded on, with nothing to show for it. The crew of the Aurora fared well, though; they were still able to sleep and cook on the ship, anyone with lost quarters now sharing with those who hadn’t. On day eight, a voice called out from the crow's nest “A ship! I see a ship on the horizon!” The joyful yell called down to the crew that sat on the deck below, “Someone get the Captain!” Everyone sprung into action in order to find their Captain who came out of his quarters at the urgent knocks on his door.

“Yunho! The flag, can you see it?” Hongjoong called up to the crow's nest, his voice booming across the quiet deck.

“Barely! But I can make out parts of it” Yunho called back, his telescope moving about to get a better look, “I can make out the three letters on their flag? It’s just an S, K and Z, Captain!”

Murmurs of confusion rang around the deck, hushing at the raise of their Captain's hand. Hongjoong knew exactly who it was. He had no grievances with the crew of the 0325 despite not knowing them well, but you? By the gods, you drove him insane. From the one encounter that he had shared with you in a tavern, he knew you held a similar amount of power as him. But compared to him, you were far more mischievous despite being two years his elder. He couldn’t stand the way you threw playful jeers at him and mocked the state of his drunken crew that night. Hate was a strong word for how he felt about you but nothing could knock away the twisting of his stomach when your eyes scanned his face that night.

“Seonghwa, San, Mingi!” He called out, knowing they weren’t too far behind him, “Prepare to disembark. We have negotiations to make.”

That’s how Hongjoong found himself face to face with you on the stark white beaches of this desolate island, cane at his side despite how it sunk further and further into the sand every time he moved it.

“My, my, Hongjoong!” You grinned, clapping your hands together in glee. “When I got your message I knew you needed help. But I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

In all honesty, you were lying. You had been the only one to read his message that held a detailed description of the damages done to his ship, but the thought of annoying him even the smallest amount was far too appealing in this moment. Your crew had been confused as to why you wanted to help but all voted to help nonetheless once they saw the mischievous glint in your eye. To your sides stood two shorter males, one of broad stature and the other slightly slimmer, but no less intimidating with the way his cat-like gaze scanned the three opposite him.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. You know why both of us are here; are we going to negotiate the agreement we’re coming to or what?” Hongjoong gritted out, his teeth grinding as he gripped his cane harder.

“Temper, Hongjoong. Having one will get you nowhere with me.” The grin never left your face, but no one missed the way that your eyes hardened when locking with the other Captains, “But please do step aboard and I’ll be happy to discuss this with you. Though- Your dear navigator, quartermaster and weapons master will have to stay here. My crew aren’t expecting other guests right now.”

“How can I expect you not to pull anything if you have your entire crew and I have no one?” Hongjoong questioned, face unamused and his eyebrow quirked.

You let out a low hum in response. “I suppose that’s fair, but you have my word. Chan and Minho will stay here to keep your crew company. The rest of my crew is busy so no need to worry about them.”

“Loose words from a Captain, Y/n.”

“You have my word Hongjoong. Captain’s and pirate’s honour.”

“I suppose that will do.” Hongjoong sighed.

Turning back to the three behind him, he made sure to give them a look that read, ‘Do not let anything happen while I’m away, and be on your guard’ before turning back and nodding to you. The walk aboard your ship was in silence, which gave the shorter Captain time to observe the vessel he was now on. It was spotless, not a speck of mess on the deck; the roping was bundled up and out the way much like your crew it seemed. Where were they? And why did it matter if they knew you had guests aboard?

“Some of my crew are sensitive to guests. Due to… previous transgressions with past guests.” You spoke up as if reading his mind, opening the door to your quarters. Your quarters were just as tidy as the rest of the ship, the only mess being the maps spread across your desk. Hongjoong noted messy notes that sat on top of them, not surprised to see a rough sketch of how to get to the island they were currently on. The shelves behind your desk were overflowing, there were so many books, some in languages Hongjoong couldn’t read and some handwritten. Next to the shelves were some plants. How you kept them alive while being at sea most of the time Hongjoong would never know but he was impressed nonetheless - they looked to be thriving based on the multitude of new and old plants that scattered the room. Towards the corner of the room was a hammock, not an uncommon sight aboard ships given the constant rocking. What stood out to him was how new it looked. Either you had recently got a new one or you weren’t much for sleeping like himself.

“Surprisingly clean quarters you have here.” Hongjoong murmured out.

“Were you expecting them to be messier?” You replied from your place across the room with an amused tone, “Minho likes things clean, my quarters are no exception to his cleanliness. Oh, please do take a seat.”

With a nod, Hongjoong sat himself at one of the chairs in front of your desk, pleasantly surprised at how comfortable they were.

“Listen, I’d like to get this over and done with as soon as possible. My crew is waiting on me after all.” He said, resting his cane against the desk in front of him. He watched as you removed your long coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down with a nod.

“I agree that it would be nice to get this over and done with but it’s not like you and your crew are going anywhere any time soon. Right, Captain?” Hongjoong couldn’t help but scowl at your words and before he could speak up you continued, “I’ll cut to the chase. My crew and ship don’t have the resources to help fix the Aurora either. That’s why I’m offering to take you to the nearest market city to get what you need and get back.”

“If you didn’t have the resources, why come at all?”

“Would you rather it was one of your enemies that got the message and came to massacre your crew?” You questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow, leaning forwards to rest your chin on clasped hands. “We’ll head to Maglen, they have plenty of carpenters who should have spare wood for your Aurora. The journey should take three weeks total, should there be no storms along the way. I can’t have your entire crew aboard my ship due to limited space but you’re welcome to bring the main crew you seem to have. They’ll all have their own rooms but they’re welcome to share if it makes them feel safer. Any questions?”

You had managed to cover most bases with ease but something sat in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach, an unease for the safety of his crew. “I know nothing about your crew; how can you ensure the safety of mine?”

“Despite any rumours of my crew, I can assure you that they won’t harm yours while they are aboard my ship. Should your crew step out of line, they’re free to deal with the issue how they see fit. If my crew step out of line, I will deal with it personally.” You sighed out, “I’ll make it clear now that I expect your crew to be on their best behaviour while aboard. That goes for you as well.”

“That hardly seems fair that your crew would get to punish my own-“ Hongjoong spoke, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, it’s merely a precaution,” You grinned back. “Your crew is free to retaliate however they’d like. But know that if it is out of pettiness, the punishments will be given by myself.”

Hongjoong did not enjoy the implications of your words but it was clear you weren’t going to budge, not while you could dangle the chance of his ship getting back out to sea over his head. His eyes made contact with yours, the grin on your face betraying the steel that was in your eyes. “Fine. Consider it a done deal.” He grumbled, “I’ll let my crew know and we’ll meet you at the gangway just before sunset.” He watched as you leaned back in your seat, legs crossing as a more-than-pleased smile met your lips.

“Pleasure to do negotiations with you Hongjoong. I’ll show you out.”

Once he was back aboard his own ship, Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a frustrated groan. Everyone watched their Captain practically throw his hat and coat atop the nearest barrel, breath held as they waited for him to speak.

“Listen up!” He called out. “The main crew and I will have to take a trip to Maglen with the crew of the 0325. There are enough resources to keep you all alive and functioning for the three weeks that we’re going to be away so I expect there to be no issues when we get back!” Murmurs filled the deck; with the entire main crew away, what were the rest going to do if there was an attack? If someone got hurt?

“Captain, we didn't even vote on this!” Someone spoke up from the crowd.

“I’m well aware of that but we have no choice-“ The Captain responded, lips twisting as he remembered how pleased you seemed at his agreement to travel with your crew. “It’s either this or we’re permanently stuck here. You’re all trained in how to do things without us and there are enough supplies for all of you so, if everything goes to plan, we’ll be back at sea in four weeks.”

As he had said, Hongjoong met you and your crew just as the skies had started to turn burnt due to the setting sun. The eight of his crew lined up side by side to meet the nine of your crew

“Glad to see you could join us Hongjoong.” You said, the smile on your face not quite meeting your eyes.

“Stop dragging this out, Y/n,” Hongjoong replied, rolling his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Very well then- It’s my pleasure to welcome you aboard the 0325. I’m the Captain of the 0325 and this is my quartermaster, Chan.” You greeted, hands gesturing to the male at your right and then back to the ship behind you. “Treat her with the respect you’d give your dear Aurora and I’m sure we’ll have no problems.”

“What kind of name is 0325 for a ship?” a voice scoffed with disbelief, “Sounds more like a sla-“ Click- The two groups fell into silence at the familiar sound of a pistol being cocked, trigger ready in a moment's notice.

You couldn’t help but sigh, a small smirk drifting to your lips as you turned and set off up the gangway and towards the helm.

“Stand down, Changbin.” You paused, turning to face the crew of the Aurora once more but with a scowl; any sense of amicability thrown overboard. “I’ll remind you again that I would recommend keeping your crew in line while aboard my ship, Hongjoong. I won’t take action against them unless needed- But I’m sure some of my crew would be more than happy to see it that the troublemakers here don’t get to see your Aurora again.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a low growl at your words. Who did you think you were to threaten his crew? However, he knew he had to tread carefully with his words; saying the wrong thing would not end well for either side. “It’s Captain Hongjoong to you.”

“My apologies, Captain.“ You grinned, voice lilting, knowing you had the upper hand, “Chan will show you where your quarters are. I do hope you can make yourselves useful while you’re here~” With that, you disappeared off to the helm; this left your crew alone with Hoongjoongs crew. The silence was suffocating, no one willing to speak up and break the tension between the two groups.

“Well, as Captain Y/n said, my name is Chan and I’m the quartermaster here. I’ll introduce the rest and then we can get on our way.“ Chan finally spoke, “The one who, oh so kindly raised a gun to you all is Changbin. He’s our weapons master. Next to him are our rigging monkeys, Jisung and Jeongin. You’ll find them on the ropes most of the time and Jisung more so in the crow's nest. On the end there is Seungmin, our gunner mate; he works with Changbin on the cannons when they need to be used and is mostly in charge of keeping them in a battle-ready condition. To my left is Minho, our navigator-“

“Stay out of my way and don’t touch my maps and we’ll have no problems.“ Minho cut in, his cat-like gaze grazing across the crew in front of him.

Chan couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips “Anyways…” He began again with a shake of his head at the attitude of his crewmate. “Next to Minho is our medic, Hyunjin, and our chef, Felix. Captain has asked me to inform you all that you’ll all still be working the same positions as you did aboard the Aurora, just so that we can keep this journey as streamlined as possible. Now if you’ll all follow me, I’ll take you to your rooms.”

“Surely we should introduce ourselves too?” Yunho spoke up

“Oh, there’s no need!” Felix chirped from where he stood, his hands deftly adjusting the apron around his hips, “We already know who you all are.”

“That’s not suspicious at all…” Wooyoung mumbled. The two crews fell into silence once more as they followed Chan aboard the ship and down into where the quarters were, the crew of the Aurora now alone with the quartermaster as the others went back to their work.

“Here’s where you all will be staying. It’s not much compared to the Aurora, I’m sure.” Chan grimaced as he turned back to the crew behind him, gesturing to the eight doors behind him. “You’re welcome to double up or be on your own, it’s all up to you. I’ll leave you to get settled. Dinner will be in a few hours, you’ll hear the bell when it's ready. We hope you’ll join us, Felix is an amazing cook.” With a small smile and nod of his head, the crew of the Aurora watched as Chan headed back up the deck, no doubt to your side at the helm.

They all piled into one of the small rooms, taking seats in any place they could. “I don’t like this Hongjoong.“ Wooyoung spoke up from his spot on the floor, “This feels all too suspicious for my liking.” The rest let out murmurs of agreement at the cook's words.

“I know. I don’t like it either but if we want to get back to sea we have to do this.” Hongjoong grumbled.

“What did Captain Y/n even say to you to get you to agree without letting us vote anyways?” Seonghwa questioned, his eyes showing concern for the predicament they had found themselves in. “And how do they all know who we are but we didn’t know who they were?”

“Seonghwa, I wish I knew. I really do. But we’re just going to have to deal with this the best we can-“ Stress was visible on the Captain's features as his hand gripped at his cane, “actually- I think I have an idea. Wooyoung?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I have a small mission for you. Think you can do it?”

A more than mischievous grin met Wooyoungs lips. “When have I ever let you down, Captain?”

It wasn’t long before the 0325 was at sea and the familiar gentle rocking of the sea filled everyone’s bodies. Everyone had agreed on rooming arrangements, most opting to stay on their own while Wooyoung and San chose to share a room. None of them had left the one room they all piled into yet, discussions of their situation at hand filling the room and a few small side conversations flitting in between every so often. Suddenly, ringing from the main deck could be heard. Dinner was ready. Slowly, they all piled out of the room and out to the deck; there they found that a table and a few smaller tables had been pulled together to create a larger one, enough to fit all of both crews around it. Plates were spread across the tables, some larger plates of meats, vegetables and grains towards the middle

“Ah, so you are joining us!” came a gleeful voice from behind the crew making them all turn around at once; it was Felix. “I hope you don’t mind the mess of tables. We don’t usually have guests of this amount very often.” A heavy thunk filled everyone’s ears as a larger stew pot was placed in the centre of the tables. Felix was stronger than he looked given how full the pot was. “Everyone else will be out in a moment. They always take their time.” The chef pouted, wiping his hands on his apron.

As if on cue, whooping could be heard from above. “Oi, Felix! Is that beef stew I see?” A voice yapped from above.

“Jisung, you and I both know that you can see exactly what’s on this table. Even from the crow's nest,” Felix yelled back, “Now get your ass down here so we can eat!” Seconds later, two sets of footsteps joined them all on the deck; one quicker than the other as Jisung stumbled onto the deck.

“God I have got to get better at that.” The lookout whined, letting go of the rope he had swung down on.

“You’ve been here longer than I have and you still can’t do it.” Jeongin chimed in, “I don’t think you ever will be able to.“

Jisung let out a mock gasp, grabbing at his shirt as if he had been shot. “How could you do this to me Jeongin! My own baby!” He cried out before reaching out for the younger. “C’mere you lil’ shit-“

“Can we have at least one meal with some semblance of peace?” Sighed a voice, the tone not holding any actual malice to it, “Please?”

Behind Felix now stood the rest of the crew of the 0325, the voice belonging to Minho. The only member of the crew that seemed to be missing was you; of course, this made sense. Someone had to steer the ship while everyone ate and with the nerves of having guests on the ship, it didn’t seem likely you were willing to leave your post at the helm any time soon.

“Is it always this… chaotic?” Seonghwa quizzed, the question aimed at Chan, who seemed to appear out of thin air at his side.

The quartermaster let out an amused hum. “Usually it’s worse. But I suppose they’re on better behaviour today.” He replied, “Oh, please, do sit. Captain won’t be joining us but no need to worry, he’ll eat later.”

Dinner time with both crews went surprisingly smoothly despite the tension that loomed in the air. While Hongjoong’s crew were all visibly on edge, the others didn’t seem to be worried at all; at least, if they were, they didn’t show it at all. Minor pleasantries about the food were passed around the table, much to Felix’s joy. Other than this, not many conversations were had. Once everyone had their fill, Hongjoong watched as Felix pulled together a plate of food from what was left and how he scurried off towards the helm. Chan followed not too far behind, likely in order to take over steering. Throughout the meal, Hongjoong made sure to take in how the members of your crew interacted with each other in the presence of his crew, and how they interacted with his own; on the surface, everything seemed neutral, no one making any kind of remark towards his crew and only to each other. He could see how they all got along and how the dynamics of each relationship they had worked. He noted how Minho and Jisung seemed to be a lot closer to each other compared to the rest of the group, their comments to each other filled with mischief but their actions filled with love as he watched Minho put more stew on Jisung’s plate when the latter wasn’t looking. Chan and Felix also seemed close; their voices, tinted with a similar accent hinted that they hailed from the same place, possibly that they lived close when they were younger. Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin remained enigmas to him; the four opting to keep to themselves instead of interacting like the others, choosing to speak when spoken to.

“You can all head back to your quarters if you’d like?” Felix chimed, now back at the table, “We can clean up. You should all get settled in if you haven’t already.”

“Felix- Y/n said that they should pull their weight when aboard,” Minho mused, “Let them help.”

Hongjoong could hear the small gasps that escaped some of his crew; This was the first that any of them had heard you be addressed by name alone, no honourifics used. It was a shock at first but not surprising, they all did the same with their Captain. While Hongjoong didn’t particularly want his crew helping out on their first night aboard, the mission that he had given Wooyoung flit back into his memory

“Actually, we’d be more than happy to help.” Hongjoong spoke as he stood, dusting off the invisible dust from his trousers. “I’m sure you don’t need all of us so Wooyoung and I will help.”

Wooyoung couldn’t help the gawped sound that left his mouth. He began to protest but the look that his Captain gave was enough to tell him to just do as he said, “Y-Yeah! I suppose it’ll give me a chance to get to know the kitchen more since we’ll be working together. Right?” He sputtered out, quickly moving to his Captains side.

“Ah, perfect! If you two could just grab any plates left over and then follow me, I’ll show you where the kitchen is.” Felix’s grin was almost blinding. The two couldn’t help but question how he ended up on a pirate ship with a personality like his; with his skill of cooking, he could have easily been a chef in a peaceful town, leading a lawful life. Nevertheless, the two scooped up the remaining plates and followed the blond down to the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn’t small but it wasn’t huge either. It was clearly made for a much bigger crew than what was currently residing on the 0325.

“You can just put the plates down there on the side. Don’t worry about cleaning them,“ Felix said, placing what he held down on the side, “I have a certain way I like to clean them. Ah! Wooyoung you’re more than welcome to stick around and familiarise yourself with the kitchen if you’d like? I’m sure Captain Hongjoong would like some rest.”

The two members of the Aurora gave a subtle nod to each other, an agreement to stick to what they came here for. With that, Hongjoong headed off and Wooyoung began looking around; the kitchen was spotless, much like the rest of the ship. There were a few barrels towards the corner of the room and a long table and bench to the side of them; nearer to the stoves were lines of knives on the wall. There were far too many for them to all be used for cooking. Surely Felix didn’t use them for battles?

“That’s a rather extensive knife collection you have going on…” Wooyoung murmured out, taking one off the wall and marvelling at how sharp it was.

“I don’t use all of them if that’s what you’re wondering” Felix replied, mirth evident in his voice. “Changbin has a penchant for buying pretty knives when we stop off in merchant towns. The collection seems to have gotten out of hand if you ask me.”

Putting the knife back, the taller of the two watched how quickly the other went about the task of cleaning dishes. The speed that Felix could clean dishes was far above what he could do, that’s for sure. The two worked around each other in silence for a little while, Wooyoung opting to observe the mannerisms of Felix. From the small tune that he hummed to himself to how he glided around the kitchen as if it was his second home, Wooyoung couldn’t imagine a negative bone ever existing in the pixie-like boy’s body. However, he knew his Captain would be a little annoyed if he came back with no information to show.

“So, how come your Captain eats after everyone else?” He pried, hoping it wasn’t too early to be so personal.

“He’s always been like that…” Felix mused, “Even in times of famine aboard our ship, Captain would make sure that we all ate before he did. He really does take care of us, you know?”

Wooyoung couldn’t say much in response but nodded his head; Hongjoong had been the same with his crew. When hard times hit, he made sure that everyone was taken care of, even if it meant putting his health last.

“He seems like the more mischievous type than the caring type. No offence-“ Wooyoung replied.

“None taken-“ The other waved him off, “Captain seems like that at first- it’s a justified assumption based on what you’ve seen of him so far- but I promise you that there’s far more to him than just baseless teasing.”

“Oh? You say he’s a lot more caring but he seemed pretty angry earlier at the gangway.” The memory still fresh on his brain, Wooyoung recalled the pistol being readied with vividness. Clearly, he had said something wrong when he spoke up about the ship’s naming.

“Captain tends to share his crew mates' anger. You managed to piss off Changbin so you managed to piss him off too.” Felix sighed, now drying his hands off with his apron. “Don’t take it personally… Or do. I’d just suggest not making the Captain angry directly. Because that’s something no one likes to experience.”

The two entered silence once more. With the dishes now done, there wasn’t much more reason for Wooyoung to stick around. “It’s been nice talking to you, Felix, but I should head off now.”

“It was nice talking to you too. Don’t worry about helping with breakfast tomorrow, I’ll have that covered. But I will need your help from lunch onwards,” Felix grinned, watching as the other waved from the doorway and disappeared. “Sleep well!”

When Wooyoung had reported everything he could to his Captain, he didn’t miss the disgruntled look that flickered across Hongjoong’s face. Hongjoong knew that it would be hard to get any kind of information about your crew, but he didn’t expect even your friendliest crew member to be a tough nut to crack. While he and Wooyoung relayed information back and forth in hushed tones, gentle thuds came across the floorboards outside the Captain's quarters. The two went silent, breaths bated; they couldn’t hear much past the footfall of boots but they were able to pick up a few words: ‘Felix’, ‘need to talk’ and ‘Captain’. Hongjoong grimaced, surely it was a coincidence that you wanted to talk to Felix? Especially after Wooyoung had spent time questioning him. Hongjoong shared a look with his chef and Wooyoung knew what he had to do.

It was time for him to make use of some skills he didn’t get to use very often.

Days went by and Hongjoong still had nothing to show for his efforts; not a lick of information on you or your crew. At this point, he was questioning why he was even trying to find out more about you and your crew. What was the whole point of this? It was frustrating.

At this point, he was considering going directly to the source and asking you just how you knew so much about him and his crew. Your knowing of him was unsurprising given the one night he had seen you in that beaten-down tavern, but the rest of his crew? None of it made sense to him. With a groan, Hongjoong hauled himself from the desk that he was sitting at, cringing at the cracking his knees let out. His guts twisted with nerves as he climbed up to the deck and made his way towards your quarters; why the hell was he nervous? He had fought multitudes of enemies and gone on life-threatening missions and not experienced feelings like this. Just why was he so nervous about asking you a simple question? Glancing at the helm, the Captain made eye contact with your quartermaster at the wheel. Not wanting to stick around, Hongjoong offered him a small nod before continuing, stopping in front of your door. Letting out a deep sigh, he knocked on the door, clenching his fist when he heard a gruff “Come in!” through the door.

When he entered the room, Hongjoong could see the stress on your features. Your coat had been tossed over your hammock and the tunic you wore hung loosely around your neck, offering glimpses of a scarred chest. You ran a hand through your already messed up hair, placing the quill that was in the other hand down as you looked up to see who had entered.

“Captain Hongjoong, a pleasant surprise. Please, take a seat” You greeted, eyes never leaving him as he remained where he was. “What can I do for you?”

Hongjoong took a deep breath and steeled himself once more.

“How do you know so much about my crew and I?” He queried, getting straight to the point, “How is it that you know so much about us and I know so little of you and your crew?”

“My, my! Straight to the point today. I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to ask me this.” You laughed, leaning back in your chair.

“What do you mean ‘how long'?” Hongjoong had been caught off guard once more, he wasn’t expecting you to expect his questions.

“It’s been quite obvious from the beginning that you wanted to know more about us, Captain.” You replied, “I was simply wondering how long it would take for you to stop observing my crew and ask me. Surely you had to know you wouldn’t get any answers out of them just by watching?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Y/n-“ Hongjoong seethed, watching as you stood to put the book that you had been reading back where it belonged “Just how do you know so much about us?”

You turned and met eyes with the others, his eyes a burning flame. “Tell me, Hongjoong. Do you remember that night we met in Tortuga?” You questioned, coming to stand behind your desk.

“Tortuga? Of course, I do.” He grumbled out “I don’t see what this has to do with anything-“

“Ahhhh just listen- Did you see my crew that night? In the tavern?” You continued, “I remember your crew very vividly. Despite not interacting with them once, I do remember that they were very… intoxicated.”

“I don’t recall seeing your crew. Why?” Now Hongjoong was very confused. What did your crew have to do with any of this?

“They were there that night. You may not have noticed them but they all managed to converse with your crew.” The grin that was on your face widened as you placed your hands down on the desk, leaning forwards to get closer to the other Captain. “In fact, I’m pretty sure one of yours decided to bed one of my crew that night. Seonghwa is your quartermaster, is he not? Minho told me all about him.”

At this point, Hongjoong had flushed red. He didn’t want to think about that night much more but knowing that one of his crew had slept with someone from your crew? His head was spinning. In an attempt to preserve any sense of dignity he had as a Captain, Hongjoong tried to look anywhere but your eyes. His eyes darted around the room and then back to you, but not to your face. To the open gap of your shirt, where he could clearly see down to your bare chest. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat before bringing his eyes to yours once more.

“I didn’t know of… their endeavours… together” Hongjoong almost wheezed out, his stomach curling at the smug look your face held.

“You're looking rather flustered there, Hongjoong.” You teased with a tilt of your head, leaning forwards, having not missed where his gaze went earlier. “Who would have thought you’d get flustered over a little sex.”

Hongjoong felt trapped under your gaze, the intensifying swirling of his stomach all too familiar for his liking. He watched as your eyes scanned his face, then his neck and finally the rest of his body.

“What they do or did is none of my business.” He stated, shifting where he stood. “Sex doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” He tried to sound firm in his words but the way his words trailed off were a clear indication of his embarrassment.

“Never suggested that it did-“ Hongjoong startled when you suddenly stood, his eyes immediately drawn back to your face “-but the way you reacted gave me a feeling. You’re not the type to indulge, are you, Captain?” The shorter stuttered and stammered as he tried to formulate a response, not that you were expecting one anyways. As you made your way around the desk and towards him, Hongjoong took equal steps backwards, the pair finding themselves against the door to your quarters. Hongjoong could have almost dropped his cane when your hand landed next to his head, effectively pinning him against the door; his knees weakened and his pulse raised. What were you doing to him?

“What are you-“

“You may not be the type to indulge in more… salacious encounters. But there’s only so long you can go without one.” You muttered out, voice dropping into a deeper, raspy tone. “I wonder just how long it’ll take before you break, Captain.” Your knee had found a place between the other's legs as your head dipped down, lips dangerously close to Hongjoong’s ear.

Despite the long coat and loose trousers that Hongjoong wore, nothing could hide the slowly growing problem below the surface of the fabrics. The Captain was almost repulsed by himself. How dare you have this effect on him, just who did you think you were?

As he was about to retort, a knock came at the door.

“Captain?”

It was Jeongin.

With a sigh, you stepped back, Hongjoong not missing the adjustments you made to your shirt and trousers as you went back to take a seat on the edge of your desk. Hongjoong made quick work of moving himself away from the door, opting to button up his coat partially to hide any signs of what had been happening. He situated himself a few metres away from you, not missing the way you whispered, “this isn’t over,” before calling your youngest crew member in.

Jeongin looked nervous, immediately sensing the tension in the room. His hand gripped at the handle of his sword as he eyed up Hongjoong and then you, trying to figure out if there was any aggression between the two of you.

“Captain we need to speak.” He finally spoke up, once again eyeing up Hongjoong. “Privately. If you could.”

“That’s alright Jeongin. Captain Hongjoong was just on his way out. Weren’t you?” The oh-so-familiar teasing tone back in your voice as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

Hongjoong could do nothing but nod mutely, making his way to the door. Before closing it, he took one more glance behind him; only to be met with your lookout’s steely, dark eyes.

Then the door shut in his face. Muffled voices could only be heard now and they were too quiet for him to listen into. Defeated, the Captain headed back to his temporary quarters; as he walked across the deck, the lingering feeling of eyes settled on his back causing him to shudder. Glancing around and seeing nothing had Hongjoong shrugging, assuming it was just the wind, and continuing with his short journey.

The next days came with nothing to show in terms of information; Wooyoung often came to visit with licks of information on various crew members but never anything of sustenance. Soon, both crews would be in Maglen and Hongjoong still had nothing gained from his efforts.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh of frustration, fingers rubbing over the decorative top of his cane in an attempt to soothe himself. It really wasn’t in a pirate's nature to willingly work with another pirate, so why did his stomach twist pleasantly every time he was close to you? At first, he thought there could be some foul magic at play. Maybe one of your crew were secretly of magical lineage? What a stupid assumption, Hongjoongs thoughts would berate him.

Before he could spiral deeper into his own world, the door to his room slammed open with a bang.

“You’re one vile excuse of a Captain, Kim Hongjoong.” A voice snarled from behind him. The chair he was sat in was forced to turn round, the cane that was once in the Captain's hand being snatched up by whoever had barged into his quarters. As he was about to yell at whoever had just interrupted his privacy, Hongjoong’s chin was forced up by his cane; the back of his chair hitting the desk behind him with force. With his head being forced up, he met eyes with the flames that were lit behind your own. Of course, it was you.

It always was.

“I offer my help to you and your crew and this is how you repay me?” Your voice was filled with venom that lit a fire under the other Captain's skin, “On my own ship nonetheless?”

“What are you on about?” Hongjoong grit out, grimacing when he glanced down; only to have the top of his cane pressed harder into his chin.

“You think it’s funny to have your little chef spy on my crew?” You questioned, bringing your face closer to his, “He’s not as stealthy as you think he is, Hongjoong. Even if he was a trained assassin at one point in his life.”

Hongjoongs eyes blew wide with surprise. How did you even know that? Especially when everything of Wooyoung’s past had been removed from existence. “Ho-“

“How do I know?” You cut in, “Let me tell you something, Captain.” You took a step back, watching as Hongjoong rubbed at his chin with a slight grimace. “You and your crew aren’t as subtle as you think you are.”

With that you let the protective cover of Hongjoong’s cane drop, exposing the blade that lay beneath.

Shit.

Hongjoong was fucked; royally fucked.

“Jeongin noticed something fishy going on with your crew. I didn’t want to believe him at first but when I decided to do a little investigation of my own, his words couldn’t have been more true.” Your words spat down at him like venom, “Who do I find creeping around at night? And watching every single thing my crew do? Even taking peeks at my armoury and handling weapons that aren’t his own? None other than your dear Wooyoung. I have half a mind to kill you right here and cause a bloodbath on this ship.” The sharp point of his own sword found itself at Hongjoong’s neck, a less than gentle pressure causing a small dribble of scarlet to trail down his throat.

“You wouldn’t do that-“ He started.

“Wouldn’t I?” You interrupted once more, eyes devoid of emotion. “You know nothing of me, Hongjoong. I’ll happily slit your throat here and now, but I won’t. For the sake of your crew and my own, I’d rather have the satisfaction of blowing your Aurora to pieces and leaving your bodies as food for the fish.”

The shorter felt the pressure on his neck lessen. And, in a moment of what could only be seen as absolute stupidity, he decided to take the time to slip in a snide remark “Coward.“

He didn’t have time to react as a fist collided with the side of his face, sending him flying onto his side. The sound of metal hitting the floor rang through his ears, becoming a high-pitched whine as the heel of your boot kicked into his stomach and ribs repeatedly. What were only seconds felt like minutes as Hongjoong heaved up the contents of his stomach and gasped for air. Maybe calling you a coward wasn’t the smartest idea-

“I thought you’d be better than this, Hongjoong” You mocked, crouching down and gripping at his hair to pull his head up and out of his own sick. “I suppose you’re no better than me, though. After all, we are pirates, aren’t we?” His head dropped back down onto the floor with a dull thud, Hongjoong was only able to watch as you stood and stepped over his body to the desk. He knew exactly what you were going for, the notebook that sat open; the contents being any and all information he had on your crew. He let out a garbled groan of protest, his stomach threatening to come up again at the attempt to speak; you made no move to acknowledge him as you hummed a sailor's tune. Snapping the notebook shut and shoving it in your pocket immediately quietened the Captain that lay on the floor. You’re a fucking idiot, Hongjoong’s thoughts reminded him.

“It’s a shame it had to come to this, really” You spoke, once again crouching down in front of the other. “Hmmmm even in a puddle of your own vomit, you somehow still manage to look good… I can’t wait to see you ruined, pretty boy.'' And with a sick grin, you left, leaving Hongjoong to process what had just happened.

Was that a threat? The idea made his stomach twist more, or was that the pain and nausea? Who knew? His crew was in danger, that’s the main thought that rang through his head at the moment.

With all the noise and commotion, it wasn’t surprising that Hongjoong soon heard Jongho and Seonghwa entering his room; the two always slept the latest. Noises of alarm left the two, Seonghwa rushing to his Captain's side as Jongho ran off to get Yeosang.

“Joong, what happened?!” Seonghwa’s tone was erratic with panic and concern.

Hongjoong could only groan in reply, curling in on himself more, not caring for the vomit that now found itself home in his long hair.

“I’m a fucking idiot. That’s what happened-“ his stomach emptied once more “-We’ve been figured out, Hwa. Y/n knows that I’ve been trying to get more information.”

Seonghwa didn’t press further, knowing this was a discussion to be had later when his Captain wasn’t chucking his guts up anymore. The Quartermaster moved aside as he heard their medic enter the room. Yeosang let out a squawk of alarm, rushing to Hongjoong’s side much like Seonghwa had.

“I… I called him a coward” Hongjoong muttered out, letting Yeosang pull him up and lean him back against the foot of the bed.

“Why the hell would you call him a coward, Hongjoong?” Yeosang questioned, attempting to get off the Captains vomit stained tunic. “Are you stupid?”

Hongjoong shot a glare at Jongho when he heard the youngest mutter out, “Clearly”

“He found out and threatened to kill me. But said he wouldn’t because he’d rather have the satisfaction of blowing up the Aurora.” He sighed out, wincing as the medic poked and prodded at his side, “So he punched me… and then kicked me. He also took the notebook of information I had been making-“

“Oh, my seas… you really are stupid Hongjoong” Seonghwa groaned, pinching at his furrowed brow.

The four sat in silence as Yeosang continued to treat his captain.

“Okay, so, there’s gonna be a lot of bruising, but nothing seems to be broken… and you didn’t vomit any blood so that’s always a plus.” Yeosang summarised.

“We need to have a crew meeting about this.” Hongjoong jumped in immediately

“ ‘We’ are going to be doing nothing, for now, Hongjoong.” Yeosang replied quickly. “You are going to rest and we are going back to sleep. It’s the middle of the night-“

“But-“

“No buts. I know you’re stupid but you’re not stupid enough to go against your medics' advice, are you, Captain?”

“How many times are you all going to call me stupid for this?” Hongjoong whined out.

“As many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson, Joong” Seonghwa added in, amusement in his features but not enough to hide the stress he was clearly experiencing. “Just wait until the rest hear about this-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake- San’s going to have a field day with this, isn’t he?”

“Yes he is.“

Neither crew spoke or interacted till the ship arrived in Maglen, both crews immediately disembarking the moment the port authorities approved the 0325’s docking. Since the carpenter contact you had would need a day to prepare the materials needed, both crews opted to stay at an inn for the night; this inn also happened to double as a tavern. This is how both crews drew a truce and ended up in the situation they were currently in.

All of the members of each crew sat at a long table that resided in a darker corner of the tavern, a crew to each side of the table. Tankards of ale and rum, some empty but most not, were scattered across the table and everyone seemed to be in various states of drunkenness. While Jongho, Hongjoong, Changbin and you all seemed entirely sober. The same could not be said for Felix, Chan, San and Wooyoung. The four were entirely wasted, spouting meaningless words in conversation and groaning every time they continued to sip at the alcohol that remained in their hands.

“Changbin, remind me to not let Chan steer at all tomorrow when we set off.” You commented, sipping at the rum in your cup as you eyed up the mess that was your Quartermaster.

“‘Course Captain.” Changbin agreed with a nod, “Who’s going to steer when you’re not though? Minho?”

The weapons master glanced curiously at you when he heard you chuckle.

“By the looks of it, Minho will be a little occupied tonight.” you glanced down at the mentioned, watching as he eyed up Seonghwa across the table with hunger, “Possibly busy the rest of the day too.”

Changbin made a face of disgust when he spotted the glances his friend shared with Hongjoong’s Quartermaster, the hints clicking together in his head.

“Gross-“

“I’m going to get Chan some water,” You sighed, watching as his head hit the table with a groan, “He’s going to have a mean hangover tomorrow and I’d rather he wasn’t sick right now.”

Hongjoong’s head shot up at the mention of sick, the word pulling memories from the other night to the front of his mind. He watched as you got up and weaved your way through the busy tavern towards the bar; for a moment he thought of joining you but hesitation pulled his feet to the ground, keeping him in place. He wanted to talk to you and justify what he did even though he had no reason to. As he began to get lost in his thoughts again, a loud squawk of a voice rang out across the table.

“Ayeeeee! Captain!” Oh by the seas, it was Wooyoung. “Another round!”

Clearly, the chef had lost his manners in his drunkenness; his decency seemed to have also left the building given by the way he clung to San’s side and occasionally placed messy kisses and licks on his lover's neck. Hongjoong stood with a sigh, not even dignifying his friend with a response, and began weaving his way through the busy crowd.

Given his shorter stature, it was hard for him to make his way through the crowd and be taken seriously when he told people to move. Somehow, he ended up getting stuck behind a group of men, their bodies much broader and taller than his own.

“Move!” He barked out, gaining the attention of the group in front of him.

As they turned around, their looks of anger from the command fell into smirks.

“Now, now! What’s this?” The one that seemed to be the leader slurred. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? Hm?” God his voice was grating. Maybe it's the fact that Hongjoong had longer hair than most or that the men were drunk but surely they didn’t think he was a woman?

As he was about to push past, the tallest one of the group grabbed at his arm “Let me g-“

“Hey, little lady we’re just tryna talk to ya’! No need to be a bitch!”

“Oh, I’ll show you a bitch-“ As Hongjoong went to throw out a punch, his wrist was caught by a male behind him. Fuck. He was trapped on all sides.

“Whas’ a pretty girl like you doin' wearing those dirty man clothes huh?” This one probed, his other hand coming to grab at Hongjoongs waist, “Bet you’d look even better without them. How’s ‘bout we all get out of here and we show you a good time?”

Before he could protest, Hongjoong felt himself be pulled out of the vice grip that held him and into another, this time the hands resting on his hips.

“My darling isn’t giving you gentlemen problems is she?” Came an all-too-familiar voice, hidden venom in each syllable. “Little pirate, we spoke about this.” You tutted, hand gripping harder at the other's hips to stop him from making any sudden moves.

“She’s yours?” One of the men questioned, “What a score! Fancy sharing? We’ll help you punish her for being such a harlot.”

“Gentlemen, is that any way to talk about a lady in front of her?” You rolled your eyes, “But I won’t be sharing. I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Whatever, didn’t want a whore like that anyways.” The leader scoffed, “Probably been run through like a prostitute-“

Hongjoong could feel himself turning red with anger. As he went to move, your grip on his hips became vice-like. “Make one fucking wrong move and I’ll make good of that threat I made darling.” You hissed in his ear, chest rumbling on his back.

Once the group had left, Hongjoong made quick work of spinning around and had to hold himself back from spitting at your face.

“What the fuck was that?!” He almost screamed.

“There was no way you would have gotten out of that situation in a better way had I not been there, Hongjoong.” You scowled, “You were trapped on all sides.”

“I fucking had it handled.”

“You were going to start a bar fight, like an idiot,” You snarled, “Maybe I should have let it happen. You probably would have liked being treated like a whore.” Hongjoong’s jaw dropped open, the feeling of twisting in his stomach that he had become all too familiar with returning at your words. With a lack of reaction from Hongjoong, you let out a sigh and began weaving your way back through the crowd. Hongjoong was quick to grab your wrist in the spur of the moment and almost blanched white as you turned to look at him, his hand and then back at his face with a smug look on your lips.

At that moment, Hongjoong found himself staring at your lips. They were just… there. He could feel himself flush a little as your tongue darted out to wet them; for all those mean words your tongue sprouted, the Captain found himself dreaming of other words- No- Sounds. Without another thought, Hongjoong found himself dragging you off to a darkened corner of the tavern. Busy enough to not be seen but not so busy everyone would pay attention to the two of you. He placed his back against the wall and pulled you towards him with a particularly harsh tug on your wrist. A shudder raked his body as memories flashed forwards, one of your hands on his hip and the other on the wall next to his head. Hongjoong grabbed at the lapels of your coat.

“I fucking hate you” He sneered.

“Doesn’t seem like it right now darling.“ you purred back, head dropping down to his level. “In fact, it feels like the exact opposite.”

If that was a comment about the obvious boner he had that pressed against your leg or on the tension, Hongjoong didn’t have time to question; with another harsh tug on your jacket, Hongjoong found his lips crashing together with yours. It was a messy kiss, a clash of teeth and dominance as Hongjoong attempted to overpower you. He let out a small gasp as he felt your hand that once held his hip now squeeze at his ass, your tongue now against his own as you took the opportunity to slip it in. Hongjoong couldn’t help the small whimper that left his mouth as you continued to squeeze, his hips jumping slightly as you moved him closer to press against you. A small thread of spit connected the two of you as Hongjoong stopped for a breath; the breath catching when your lips found themselves at the juncture of his neck and jaw, the little nibble you gave sending sparks through his body.

“You gonna be a good boy for me Hongjoong?” You mumbled out, breath fanning against his neck, “Gonna be a good boy and let me ruin you? Treat you like a whore?”

He could only nod, words evading him as your lips attached to his neck again. The trail of hickies that you had started to make marked the expanse of his throat, Hongjoong’s neck now a galaxy of purples and reds swirling together in sin. “P-Please…” He whimpered out, hands now holding your shoulders for dear life.

“Please what?” He could feel you grin against his neck.

“Please touch me.“ Hongjoongs voice came out as a whisper.

“You’ll have to try a lot harder to get me to do anything. You’re gonna have to beg.” Your voice came out now in a growl, “I’m still mad at you, you know? So you’re gonna work for it.”

Hongjoong could only shudder at your words,

“Nothing to say huh? Maybe you really are stupid?” You mocked, hand gripping at the base of his hair and pulling, making him look up at you. “You’re stupid enough to call me a coward but I’m going to have you so dumb you won't even remember your name by the time I’m done with you.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a pathetic moan, his head spinning as you grabbed his hand and pulled him off in the direction of the stairs; if your intentions weren’t clear in his foggy mind before, they were now. He had to stop himself from falling up the stairs as you dragged him, the weakness of his knees being no help in the situation.

It wasn’t long before he found himself in your tidy room, of course, it was tidy.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, hm?” Hongjoong couldn’t help the shiver that racked his body, the feeling of your lips on the shell of his ear almost erotic.

“Your room is tidy…” Hongjoong replied, a haze still over his mind, “You’re always so clean and tidy.”

The chuckle you let out reverberated through the room.

“I think you’ll find, once I’m done with you, that I’m actually quite the opposite of clean and tidy.” Your words had the smaller captain letting out a drawn-out groan. The thought of being treated in such a disgusting way was becoming more and more enticing as the seconds passed. Not a second later, Hongjoong could feel your lips attach to his neck once more, your hands beginning to wander from his chest to his waist, to his hips and then to-

The once silent room filled with a strangled moan thanks to Hongjoong; he wasn’t expecting to be so blunt and grab at his crotch the way that you did. His hips bucked back out of shock, only to be met with the feeling of your own bulge grinding against his lower back. At least the situation was affecting you in the same ways it was affecting him. “For someone who acts like they hate me,” You murmured out, continuing to palm the other through his trousers, “You sure do show it in a funny way.”

“I- I do hate you.” Hongjoong panted out, “As I said, I fucking hate you.”

“And then you proceeded to kiss me, press your boner into my leg and ask me to touch you.” Came your reply, “Do you want me to hate you? Treat you like I hate you? Naughty boy, who would have thought that the captain would like it rough?”

Hongjoong let out a groan as his head dropped back onto your shoulder, gasping at the feeling of your hand suddenly gripping at his neck. “P-please-“

“Please what? Hm? What does the little slut want?” You grinned out.

“More-“ Hongjoong let out a wheeze as your hand gripped at his neck harder “-I need more!”

He took a deep breath as your hand left his throat, only to find himself being stripped of his coat and tunic; Hongjoong opting to kick off his boots in order to help out. As he kicked off his boots, Hongjoong could hear your own coat hit the floor followed by your tunic. With two of you in similar states of undress, Hongjoong couldn’t help but marvel at your physique. While you didn’t have a six-pack, you were incredibly lean. His eyes trailed up, taking in every nick and scar that littered your torso; one that stretched from your centre chest up and over your right shoulder catching his attention. It was clearly inflicted by a sword and badly given how gnarled the scar was. He didn’t have much more of a chance to take in the sight of you as you pulled him towards you and began an assault on his neck and now-bare shoulders. During the assault on his neck, Hongjoong found himself pressing against your thigh once more as the two of you had moved backwards, your body now leaning against the desk that pressed against the wall.

In a moment of bravery, once you had stopped to take a breath, Hongjoong let his lips attach to your neck. The sound of your soft sigh encouraged him to continue as he suckled harshly at a particular spot that had you moan; Hongjoong could feel the spit and dribble accumulating at the corners of his mouth and in a split-second decision, he detached before licking a stripe up the expanse of your neck, then quickly bit down where your neck and shoulder met. Seconds later, he found himself crumpled to the floor holding his cheek. Did you slap him? You slapped him. He didn’t have a moment to retort or fight back, as in the next second he found himself being pulled up to his knees by his hair, your grip getting harsher as you forced his head back to look at your still standing figure.

“Now just who do you think you are?” You questioned, your face blank but words filled with venom, “It’s almost like you want me to hurt you. Is that what you want? To be treated like a little bitch? Is that why you let those men from earlier say what they said?”

As you leant down closer to the others face, you recoiled. Hongjoong spat at you.

“You’re really pushing it, Hongjoong. Acting like a fucking brat.” You growled lowly while wiping away the spit that landed on your cheek, “Fine.” Your foot met with Hongjoong’s chest, kicking him down onto his back. Hongjoong let out a groan, his chest shaking with a choked breath as your foot trailed down his chest; he let out a moan that filled to the corners of the room as your boot pressed against his crotch with an intense amount of pressure. His hips jumped up in an attempt to get more friction, whining as your foot let up and pressed back down.

“You’re so dirty, Hongjoong, humping against my foot like a bitch in heat.” You teased, foot pressing with even more pressure as you leaned over him, “Maybe you really are a dumb whore. Do you think it was smart to bite me? Or maybe you just decided to be a brat in order to be treated like one.”

Hongjoong let out another loud whine, his hands grasping at the floorboards as he didn’t know what to do with them. He attempted to formulate a response but all that left his mouth was incoherent babbles.

“You’re so cute, humping against my foot like this. And you can’t even form a sentence? You really are my dumb little whore.” Hongjoong let out a pitching whine that had you rolling your eyes. “By the seas, you’re so noisy. Maybe you need something in your mouth to shut you up, hm? What do you think, baby? I think you’d look amazing with your mouth stuffed.”

As you stepped back, Hongjoong clambered up from his position, his eagerness amusing you and surprising himself. He watched as you leaned back on the desk once more, shuffling forwards on his knees and placing himself at your feet. Watching you untie the sash that held your trousers up was a sight that he wished he could watch again and again but he had no time to even think about replaying the memory as you pulled out your cock from its confines. Hongjoong could swear he was drooling out the corner of his mouth, tongue licking at his lips in anticipation. He shuffled forwards a little more, falling forwards and placing his hands on your thighs as you tugged at his hair once more.

Now with his face pressed against the rough fabric of your trousers, the length next to him became daunting; he wondered if it would fit inside him at all. His breaths came out shallow pants as he watched you stroke yourself once, twice and then once more for good measure, precum dripping off your fingers. Oh, how he wanted to taste you. Much to his luck, the tapping of your fingers on his lips told him that he would get the chance. Hongjoong opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out, your fingers smearing what they held against the wet muscle.

“Swallow it.” You commanded.

Hongjoong obeyed.

Even though it was a minuscule amount of precum, he savoured the taste with a low hum of approval. He let his mouth open once more to show that he had swallowed and preened when he saw you nod your head in approval.

“Such a good boy for me” you cooed, “I think you deserve a treat.”

While your tone was softer than before, your actions were not. The hand that he had missed petting at his hair came to grip at his roots, your hand moving his head from where it rested to your cock. You tapped the tip off of his tongue a few times and gave a few experimental thrusts before lowering the other’s head down slowly, admiring as his jaw dropped more to allow more room.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Your eyes met with his glassy ones, “Get to work, slut.”

Hongjoong didn’t need any more telling. His hands gripped harder at your thighs as he began to bob his head slowly, savouring the feeling of veins on his tongue. When he came back off, he would give a few kitten licks to your tip and then take as much as he could back into his mouth. He loved how full his mouth felt, it was addicting, his own personal aphrodisiac. Hongjoong began to pick up pace and revelled in the sounds of your soft groans; this only spurred him on, choosing to pick up the pace once more and try to fit even more of you into his mouth. He glanced up at you and let a moan out at the sight of you, your head tilted back in pleasure and a light sheen of sweat covering your torso. The vibrations of Hongjoong’s moan had you moaning, even more, a sudden thrust making the other gag and cough, coming off to try and catch his breath.

You looked down at him, being met with the sight of Hongjoong flushed red and puffy-faced had your stomach curling but what made it really twist was the pooling of spit that dripped down from the corners of his mouth. You let out a low groan and thumbed at one corner of his mouth, bringing your now spit-covered thumb up to your mouth and licking it off in a dirty display.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.” It was more of a statement than a question, no room for negotiations as both of your hands came to grip at Hongjoong’s long locks once more. With the grip you had on his hair, Hongjoong could barely nod as he let his lips part once again.

Hongjoong wasn’t expecting you to bottom out into his throat in one go. It caught him by surprise. But he couldn’t help the way it made his hips jump and his eyes roll back, tears that had been threatening to fall once now streaming down his cheeks. All he could do was moan around your length as you used him as a toy. His nose constantly brushed against your pubic hair but he didn’t care; how could he? Your grunts and growls that you let out were like a song to him, spurring him on to do better and take it all. Just for you.

“God you’re so- Fuck-“ You grunted out, your hips bucking as you bottomed out once more. The feeling of his throat swallowing around you easily pulled you closer to the edge, “You’re so ruined for me. All I’m doing is fucking your mouth and you’re already crying. Should have done this sooner- Shit!” Hongjoong let out a noise of surprise as you pulled him as far down as you could, your cum spilling down his throat and pooling up in his mouth. He pulled himself off of your length and attempted to swallow what he could but the overwhelming need to cough had a lot of it spilling out of his mouth and onto the floor, some even finding itself coming out of his nose. Once he had caught his breath, Hongjoong looked up at you and pouted at the displeased look on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that. You could have easily swallowed but didn’t. Now there’s cum all over the floor.” You mockingly pouted back, coming to crouch down at his level. “But that’s okay, I like it dirty and you’ll be a lot worse off than this floor once I’m done with you.” Hongjoong attempted to stammer out a reply only to let out another pathetic whine as he felt your tongue lick up some of the cum that dripped down from the corner of his mouth.

The world was spinning in Hongjoong’s vision, his head dizzy from the heat and intensity of what had just happened to him; this only increased tenfold as you suddenly picked him up and, after a short journey across the room, threw him down onto the bed. You stepped back to drink in the sight of the smaller captain on your bed, looking oh-so-ruined by a simple facefucking. Hongjoong looked away and tried to cover his face as he felt your predatory eyes scrape across his body, a rather girly squeal leaving him as your hands yanked the trousers he was wearing off of his body. Before he could even attempt to cover himself up, your hands grabbed at his wrists and pinned them down above his head. He made further attempts to cover his exposed lower half with his legs but couldn’t do anything as he felt the rough fabric of your trousers scratching at his skin as you used your own legs to keep his in place, boots having been kicked off somewhere in the process of you climbing on to the bed to pin him down.

“I can’t wait to absolutely demolish you, Joongie” You purred out, switching the two-handed grip you had on his wrists to just one in order to let the other wander over the expanse of his torso. “Should I prep you? You’ve been such a bad boy this past week so I don’t think I should.”

Your words had Hongjoong writhing in your grip, the attempt at escaping almost admirable. “W-Wait no! Please, I'll be a good boy!” He panicked, the thought of taking you and not being prepped sounding more painful than pleasurable, “M’ be a good boy, please! Could take you so much better with prep…” His words sounded slurred and the look behind his eyes could be described as foggy at best.

“If I prep you, you better not touch yourself,” You responded with a sly grin on your face at the idea that had just formulated, “Actually, I have a better idea.”

Hongjoong watched as you reached back for the sash that stuck out of your pocket. As you brought it upwards towards his wrists, he attempted to squirm away out of your hold only to stop and whine as you quickly slapped his thigh. The idea of not being able to use his hands was torturous to his mind, he wanted to be able to grab at your hair and feel his nails scrape down your back. He could only watch as you tied the red fabric around his wrists, the feel of it a lot nicer than the fabric of your trousers that continued to press into his legs.

With a final tug at the knot you had tied around his wrists, you knelt back to admire your handy work with a more than pleased look in your eyes. You stepped back off of the bed, offering Hongjoong some relief from the pressure that was once against his legs. He watched as you shucked off your trousers, then as you crawled back onto the bed.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling.” You murmured out in a moment of softness, your hands caressing at the other's hips. Hongjoong could only watch with wide eyes as the momentary softness in your eyes disappeared and your hands gripped harshly, his body suddenly being flipped and his head pressing down into the pillow that was below him. He could feel your hands graze up his sides and then back down, a harsh spank coming to his ass that has him moaning louder than he ever had before.

You shuffled down the bed a bit, the small frame not allowing for much movement. Your hands cupped at his ass, gripping as they parted his cheeks to let a glob of spit land on the smaller man’s hole. The sensation had Hongjoong writhing, the feeling of his cock rubbing against the bedsheets below him causing him to moan out and rut his hips forwards to get more of the sensation. This was met with another spank only making him moan out even more.

“At this rate, everyone in the tavern will hear you sweetheart.”

Hongjoong didn’t care, all he could focus on was the feeling of your finger pressing against his entrance, “I’m sure you’d like that though. Everyone being able to hear you whoring yourself out for me.”

He couldn’t even formulate a response past a whine as he felt your finger press into him. “You’re so tight Joongie. I don’t think you’ll be able to take me at this rate.”

“M’, can take you!” He whined back, the world blurring together at the feeling of your finger working in and out of him, “‘nother. More! Can take more.”

“If you say so.” You purred in response, letting another of your fingers enter him. You let out a low chuckle at the whine the other let out as you worked him open; the constant back and forth of your fingers and scissoring of them to work him open made him pant and rut into the bed. This went on for a few minutes, these minutes making Hongjoong restless. He wanted, no, needed you inside him soon or he’d definitely cum untouched and onto your bedsheets.

“Cock…” He slurred out, craning his head in an attempt to meet your eyes, “Want your cock, please.”

“Such a well-mannered boy,” You cooed, a whine drawing from below as you removed your fingers, “Shame you’ll forget all of them once you're dumb from my cock, isn't it?” You watched as he shoved his hips up in an attempt to display himself better to you as if attempting to entice you to go faster and get inside of him quicker. You knelt back once more, pulling Hongjoong up with you only to push him onto all fours and then press at the top of his back. Without much warning, you slid your cock between his asscheeks a few times before pressing forwards and bottoming out in one go, a sick grin on your face at the strangled moan that the male below you let out. You watched as he squirmed and tried to get away, only to be pulled back by his hips to keep him where he was.

“You said you could take it, so take it.” You commanded.

Hongjoong grasped at the pillow below him the best he could with bound wrists, feeling tears drip down his cheeks and stain the pillow below him. He knew he could take it, he didn’t want you to stop; but the burn was so much, having only spit as a form of lubrication wasn’t enough but it would have to do in the situation. Once he felt that he had adjusted enough, Hongjoong tried to move his hips to get some sort of stimulation but couldn’t help the whine that left him as it proved not enough. His silent prayers seemed to be answered when he felt you grip at his hips, draw out and then slam back in. A choked moan left him at the sudden movement, but it didn’t stop there. Your pace was brutal from the beginning, not taking one moment to slow down as you panted above him. Your administrations were brutal but not unwelcome, the harsh speed and rough thrusts you provided bringing Hongjoong dangerously close to the edge. He tried to look back at your figure once again but you appeared blurred thanks to the jostling your thrusts supplied; when he finally did catch a glimpse of you he could only moan even more than he had been already. Sweat trailed down your torso and the snarl that sat on your lips made his hole twitch.

Feeling the clench he gave, you looked over at Hongjoong. He looked so destroyed at that moment, tears streaming down his face and saliva pooling on the pillow below him. You admired the way his body shone from sweat and shook from stimulation, his bare back looking all too bare. As you leaned over him and caged him in, you pressed into him at a different angle and watched as his eyes rolled back in silent prayer. You lowered your head and placed subtle kisses across his shoulders, only to quickly replace them with harsh bites, making Hongjoong shake.

“‘M gonna cum if you do that!” He whined in complaint.

“Then cum. Cum all over these sheets and make them dirty just like you.” You mocked back, “I want to watch you unravel just for me.”

Hongjoong let out a pitching whine as your hips worked even quicker, the jostling making his cock rub against the sheets even more. When you placed a bite on his shoulder, he found himself spilling all over the sheets. His head went blank as his vision filled with white and his ears went static. While he wasn’t present in the moment, he could feel you pick up pace as he rode his high; the fluttering of his walls pulling you in and closer to your own high. Suddenly, it was warm. You had come inside of him but didn’t show any signs of stopping or slowing down. Hongjoong could feel himself quickly reaching his high once again, the overstimulation becoming too much for him.

“‘M gonna cum again!” He babbled out, hands straining against the ties that held strong.

“Then cum again. And again and again.” You growled out into his ear, “You won't be able to even walk when I’m done with you so cum again or don’t cum at all.”

The next morning, Hongjoong woke up to an empty bed and a note on the bedside table. He winced as he sat up, the light of the morning illuminating the room and his marked-up body. He picked up the note and gave it a quick once-over knowing he would have to vacate the room soon in order to go back to the 0325.

“Captain Hongjoong,

You may notice that you have woken up alone but do not be alarmed. I had to head down to the carpenter’s in the early hours of the morning to help them get the materials you needed onto my ship. The inn owners have informed me that we need to vacate our rooms by eleven o’clock and I have asked everyone to be back aboard the ship by noon so that anyone may grab things that they want or need before heading back to the Aurora. You will find your clothes on the desk (I took the liberty of folding them and your boots are off to the side of the desk). I will be at the carpenter's till around half past eleven so you are welcome to join me should you wish to. If not, I will see you back aboard the ship.

Yours,

Captain Y/n”

Hongjoong was surprised to find that there were no mentions of the night's activities in your note but he can’t say he was disappointed. As memories of the night flashed in his mind, he didn’t know how to feel. His original intentions had been to give you a stern telling off but somehow he ended up getting fucked by you and rather roughly at that; he glanced down at the blossoming purples and blues that littered his chest and stomach and could feel a pink glow take to his face. The ones on his neck he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide at all which left him with no choice but to face his crew with a small sliver of dignity that remained in his body.

Eventually, he hauled himself out of bed and got dressed. He pulled his hat over mussed hair and grabbed the handle to the door; as he stepped out he came face-to- face with Seonghwa. The two made eye contact, glanced down at each other- taking in the state of the other's neck- and gave a small nod of agreement to one another “Not a word-“ Hongjoong began before the other cut him off.

“Not a word of this to anyone, Captain.” The quartermaster mused, “I agree.”

Neither said any more words as Seonghwa passed his captain his cane that he left in the tavern the night before and the two headed down the stairs and out into the streets.

“This is going to be a long journey back.” Hongjoong sighed.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. “Just wait till San and Wooyoung see the state of you. They’re going to have a field day.”

“By the seas… Someone kill me now.”

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[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 83: Achtung Attitude – Part 1

The wind blows over the Santa Monica Mountains. A young woman with a deep tan kneels at the edge of a certain precipice. Before here, standing firm, a middle-aged man in a dark suit prepares to attack. The distant skyline of Los Angeles illuminates them both.

Illuminated. Light. Shine. Bright. Radiate. Glow. Sparkle.

These words race through Shizuka’s head as she prepares her final move, drawing on the essence of light itself. But there is no more time. She’s already in All-Kill’s, in LONELY BOY’s range. But with LONELY BOY’s power diminished by her enemy’s lack of control, there would be no tremendous final strike, but rather, a slow, torturous end by countless light punches. In desperation, she forces a chuckle out of her throat through the blood that stains her teeth.

“You… You didn’t think… I would really just annoy you to death, did you?” she says, “I mean, I was hoping that might work, but I… I didn’t count on it…”

“You’re still talking,” All-Kill blithely remarks.

“I set… all this up! To bring you here…! To bring you right here. Wanna kn…!” she suddenly gasps, but endures the pain that struck her and desperately continues. “You wanna know why?”

LONELY BOY’s hand curls into a fist. “Why not? Whatever makes you happy, before you die.” The man in black wears a cruel smile.

Summoning all the courage she has, Shizuka stridently points outward, beyond the cliff’s edge and over the mountains, at the glittering LA skyline. “You see that, Mr. Seo? That… That thing you want so badly? The city you want to control? The City of Angels… Well…” She draws her finger back to point straight at All-Kill and declares, “That city… is going to help me kill you tonight!!”

“Hmm?” All-Kill replies. He doesn’t move as Shizuka’s Stand manifests from her being. 

In that instant, dozens of impossible triangles form. All-Kill scrutinizes them as they begin to spin, quickly rotating fast enough to appear as pinwheels. From within them, blinding lights form. At last, Shizuka calls her Stand’s name…

“ACHTUNG BABY!!! ULTRA VIOLET OVERDRIVE!!!”

Like a special effects display at a music festival, compressed beams burst from the spinning triangles, searing the air and filling the place with the scent of ozone. Every last beam aims at All-Kill from every direction. As has happened many times in her adventure, Shizuka’s perception of time slows to a crawl. Slow enough to perceive the lasers converge on her enemy. Within a fraction of a second, they are six inches from his body…

“LONELY BOY.”

… then they stop dead. As soon as the lasers had fired, the Stand of the man in black was already in motion, sweeping the area around its master. With that alone, the beams are stopped in place, not one reaching their mark. The triangles continue to spin, as if attempting to push their respective beams further, but it’s no use. The lasers slam against nothing at all. An invisible, impenetrable fortress of nothing.

“So… Was this it?” All-Kill asks, gesturing to the frozen beams. “Was this your big plan? That first laser in the kitchen didn’t work, so you thought… ‘More should do the trick’?”

Shizuka gasps, releasing a held breath. Blood drips from her nose and ACHTUNG BABY vanishes. The impossible triangles fade with it, but the lights frozen by LONELY BOY remain. All-Kill slips past them and steps closer to stand directly over her.

“This is… just… disappointing,” he exclaims. “So… anticlimactic. Maybe it’s a good thing you refused to join me, if in the end, you turn out to be this pathetic.” Slowly, he reaches down and takes a handful of the young woman’s hair in his left hand and drags her off her knees. She groans, arms limp at her sides, the toes of her shoes scraping the ground. 

“You thought you’d be the one to kill me?” All-Kill sneers, readying LONELY BOY with its fist raised at his side. “It wasn’t you that defeated my family, it was your friends and that treacherous mother of yours. You never achieved anything yourself. You were just lucky…!”

Suddenly, blood spills from his nose. It doesn’t burst out as though he’d been struck, but flows out, as if a dam in his nasal cavity had cracked. It pours over his lips and down his chin. In surprise, he releases Shizuka’s hair to dab at it and inspect his stained fingers.

“What… What the-?”

Something in his stomach churns and instinctively, he brings his hand to his mouth. But there is no stopping it. He wretches, his body twisting away from the cliff before the contents of his stomach come spewing out, soiling his hand and draining into the dirt. Then the pain makes itself known. He stumbles backwards, his eyes glazed and unfocused. His shaking legs collapse and he drops to one knee..

“M-My…! My head…!! It’s k-killing me…! What… What is this?!!” he groans, pinching his temple with his remaining hand. In his feverish, afflicted state, he hears a similar retching sound. Straining, he looks to see Shizuka enduring the same ordeal as him, hunched over and puking her guts up. “You…! What? What have you done? What did you do to me…?! There’s no way ACHTUNG BABY could do this…! All it can do is control light! It can’t…! It can’t do this…!!”

Shizuka rises to her knees shakily. She extends her hand and tries to click her fingers, but fails, her fingers not even strong enough to generate the right friction. “That’s… the really clever part… I couldn’t have done this without you…”

“What’s that…?!”

“Light is in constant motion. Even when it strikes a solid object… it just bounces away in other directions. ACHTUNG BABY doesn’t control light… All it does is manipulate the direction and the form it takes. It can’t stop it. Not outside of unnatural conditions. But you can. You can freeze molecules in place, even light itself… I knew that I couldn’t defeat you with any simple trick… the only way to stop you was to use your own power against you…!!”

“What are you talking about…?!!” All-Kill demands.

“All light…” Shizuka hoarsely says, “All photons carry trace amounts of… radiation…” At this, her enemy’s eyes go wide, his predicament suddenly becoming clear. She swallows and goes on. “Just standing outside on a sunny day for too long… that’s enough to give people melanomas and skin cancer… the light from the Sun travels millions of miles to get here, and its ultraviolet radiation is enough to do that… Do you understand now…? When you blocked my beams, all you did… was place yourself in a radiation field…! I told you, didn’t I?! Everything I did was to get you right here!!!”

All-Kill feels the sickness spread through his body. He groans, coughing up a gout of blood. Strands of hair fall from his scalp. When he rubs his head, his hand comes away with entire clumps of hair in his open palm. “But… But…” he stammers, watching Shizuka suffer in the same way, “Y-You’re killing yourself too… You’ll die along with me!”

The girl smirks. “Everybody else… They’ve made their sacrifices… All for my sake. It’s time I did my part.”

“Tsk!” is the only reply All-Kill can muster aloud, but his mind surges as he tries to figure out what to do now. But beneath his distressed strategizing, one train of thought rules. “Conviction… She’s resolved to die by her own hand, so long as she takes me with her… It’s her conviction that gives her strength… No! I won’t allow that! When this girl dies, she must feel regret! Regret for daring to cross me! I will erase that conviction!!!”

Finally, it came to him, as if popping out of a balloon. So obvious. “Radiation…” he murmurs. “You’re telling me… it’s the radiation in my body that’s killing me…?”

Shizuka doesn’t answer.

All-Kill raises his voice. “Well… Thanks for telling me what to look for… BLACK KEYS!!”

With that command, LONELY BOY opens its palm, BLACK KEYS slotting out. The Stand plunges the KEYS into its master’s side. With a simple turn, Shizuka watches as All-Kill shudders, then takes a deep breath as BLACK KEYS is pulled from his body. “Haaaaaa…” he sighs. “A well-thought out gambit, Shizuka Joestar… But it looks like I remain one step ahead.”

Shizuka’s pupils jitter as All-Kill rises once again to his feet. He poses triumphantly, clearly still suffering, but not in the way he should be.

“Just like you, I had to take a risk myself, but I was able to come out on top… I’ve successfully shut down the radiation in my body. Now it’s nothing but harmless molecules bouncing around my body.”

He steps toward her, standing firm with the pain dulled in his cracked legs. A horrible, desperate madness fills his face. “I could wait now… I could wait for you to succumb and bleed to death from your injuries. Or I could just let the radiation in your body tear you apart. But Shizuka… I’m through it. I’m through with all of this.”

His brief, agonizing trek ends upon reaching her. Once again, he stands over her with terrible menace. Under her breath, her head hanging down, Shizuka whispers, “Looks like… it’s time for my last move…”

“I’m through with you,” All-Kill concludes. LONELY BOY descends, aiming its terrible fist at Shizuka’s skull. A few seconds remain before the end of everything. “IT’S OVER… JOESTAR PRINCESS!!!!!!”

Not a second to waste.

Shizuka moves with blinding, impossible speed and reaches up from her knees to bring her hand before All-Kill’s face. She snaps her fingers.

LONELY BOY’s punch stops halfway. All-Kill grimaces, anticipating the new disturbing illusion to follow. With LONELY BOY on standby, he looks around in search of it, but finds nothing. “What did you do this time…?” he finally asks.

The young Joestar shifts her fingers before the gangster’s face and points to the sky above him. All-Kill looks straight up and sees… a single puffy cloud, like out of a cartoon. Having appeared from nowhere, it hovers above them. LONELY BOY follows its master’s gaze and fixates upon it. “What’s that…?” All-Kill mutters.

Shizuka chuckles weakly. “Hehehe… My trump card.” All-Kill’s face turns down slowly, his face twisted with utter irritation and disappointment. He sighs, “안녕 (Goodbye)... LONELY BOY!!!” Shizuka closes her eyes as LONELY BOY resumes its attack. Assured of his victory, All-Kill looks on with satisfaction.

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Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 7

Peer:

Superhero peers:

Roma Jonathan Ruslo, Talia Macar-Taylor, Alien Clarissa Patricia Chambers-Jones, Alien Kulax Kojir-Saani, Afro Asian Amelia Himmat Mishra, Afro Asian Maysa Nibala Uzun, Latine Native Valeria Nadia Torres Garcia, Afro Asian half dragon Chun Hei Kim, Karishma Patel, Keisuke Tanaka, Hector Vega, Seo-Jun Jeong, Lisa Nguyen, Hank Nguyen, Peter Rodriguez, Ulric Hayes, Vincent Tennyson, & Jessica Croft, . 

Other Peers:

Isa Mru, an Afro Asian Pasifika who's a South Asian Bangladesh and Micronesian Chamorro Guahan Indigenous Pasifika woman of color. She was the lieutenant commander of a frigate and corvette spaceship. She was the commander of a destroyer and cruiser. Isa is a captain of a battlecruiser and battleship capital ship. She is later fleet admiral of a dreadnought and flagship.

Chanya Waukau. Afro Asian Native. She is Afro Caribbean. She’s Haitian. She is Southeast Asian Laotian. She is a Menominee Indigenous woc. She is trans. She is two spirit Indigenous third gender. She is nonbinary bi-gender. She is bisexual/pansexual. She is 5’9. She is 135 pounds. She has light based powers and force field powers. She controls light and can make hard light based constructs for defense and offense. She’s a base human bionic and cyborg with bionic enhancements and cybernetic implants. She is an ex of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character. They have kids together. She is a peer of his/her/them.

Later on The Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character waged a civil war against another leader of the alliance of bipoc and qtipoc superheroes. Probably intrigue machinations from a supervillain organization or faction. Trying to fan embers for war for profit or to wedge the heroes apart. The intergalactic war attracts humanoids organizations and factions across timelines, realms, realities, dimensions, and universes of their multiverse to fight. Supervillains, antiheroes, and superheroes from everywhere join with or without allegiance to either of them.

Enemies:

European demigod Lucas Bartholomew Chamberlain 

Lucas Bartholomew Chamberlain. He is a cishet male. He is white and non-native. He is European. Lucas was an attempt to Americanize and Earth centric himself as a politician of the Terran political system. He is able bodied, allistic, & neurotypical. He is 5′11”. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a crew cut hair style. He has a lean and athletic body type. He is 160 pounds. He is Roman Catholic. 

He speaks Swedish, English, German, Arabic, Spanish, & French. He is conservative and alt right. He is upper class rich. He is an intergalactic scientist, inventor, & engineer. He has a masters in biomedical engineering and PHD in xeno biology. He went to college off planet to Ivy League University on the planet Titan. He played high school varsity baseball and men’s collegiate football. He comes from a super wealthy family that owns various iron and diamond mines and refineries across the galaxy. They mine asteroids and comets in space for space ore as well. The parents are still alive but both were only children. He is also an only child. He has holographic military tattoos of the Earth and Terran Dominion military as a Earth Space Marine Corps veteran. He has holographic military tattoos on his forearms. 

He is a former super soldier. He was an officer in the Earth and Terran Dominion military. He was a colonel. He is a scientist, inventor, & engineer. He built weapons and tech for the Earth and Terran Confederation. A lot of the superweapons the Earth and Terran Dominion used for their war crimes were built by him. Like the Star Crusher a weapon that doomed the entire Regulus System to be vaporized by a supernova. To show the universe the might of the Earth and Terran Dominion military. It is why the Sol Vega and Polaris System all surrendered overnight. After seeing only a tear in the fabric of space was left. The screams of billions wiped out in an act of intergalactic genocide can still be heard across space and time. He is an intergalactic politician. He is a politician who is a remnant of the Earth government and Terran Confederation government as a former senator of the Earth High Command representing the United States. 

He views humans as weak. He hates that he is half human. He joins the super soldier program for this reason. To get rid of what he deems as human weakness. It is why he marries Daphne, a superhuman with bionic enhancements and cybernetic implants. He is a former superhero. He has delusions of grandeur. He is a megalomaniac. 

He is a supervillain, antihero, & anti-villain whichever serves him best. He has no allegiance to anyone or anything but himself. This personality was made worse when he found out that he is a demigod. He is a metahuman with superhuman: strength, speed, durability, & intelligence. The queer and trans Asian Pasifika and Latine Native superhero Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu is his archenemy and rival. He/she/they is his arch enemy as he/she/they and Joanna Jacobson exposed him for who he truly was. 

Lucas Bartholomew Chamberlain is a former disgraced member of the superhero conglomerate Sentinels. He uses his background as a scientist, inventor, & engineer. He/she/they are a metamorph, changeling, & shapeshifter as an alien hybrid and a water elemental as a demigod. 

He is a demigod child of a European goddess of death. He has power over fire and decaying things. Powers he used to his advantage when conquering planets for the settler colonizer regime. He also uses forbidden dark magic against him/her/them in their battles. When he uses the power of death his eyes blaze jade. When he uses the power of fire his hand burn crimson. He wears divine armor as a demigod. The divine armor has a long red gaudy and pretentious cape. His armor is red, black, & gold. He wears a black domino mask and green face mask. In his demigod form his short hair turns into a short dutch braid. 

Lucas as a former politician was the mastermind behind many of the actions of the Earth and the Terran Confederation. He used his power, influence, control, & power to hurt people. So many of the cruel actions that Earth and the Terran Confederation did with their colonialism, imperialism, neocolonialism, & occupation was passed by him as a politician behind the scenes. Lucas as an inventor, scientist, & engineer in the shadows built many of the weapons that Earth and the Terran Confederation used to maintain their hegemony and dominion. He was one of the leaders of the Forces of Evil. He left them when they no longer served his goals.

American Caucasian alien hybrid Charlotte Anderson

Charlotte Anderson one of the rivals enemies and foils of the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu. Charlotte Anderson is a cishet female. She is an allistic neurotypical and able bodied. She is white non native and American Caucasian. She is a metahuman and superhuman. She is an alien hybrid. She is 6’3”. She has long and medium hairstyles of Dutch and French braids. She has hairstyles of medium and long ponytails. She has green eyes and a redhead. She is an atheist.  She has older and younger siblings.  

She is a democrat and white liberal. She speaks English, Chinese, French, Japanese, Spanish, Portuguese, German, & Arabic. She is old money. Her family comes from American, Earth, & Terran dominion and hegemony. She’s a former super soldier. She is a metahuman. She loves being an alien hybrid. She hates humans. She is distrusting of demigods. She went to the Ivy League in Mercury. She is a doctor and surgeon. She has bionic and cybernetic implants and enhancements. 

She was the one who experimented on them as a metahuman and superhuman. She was the one who turned them into a super soldier. She was the one who ordered the metahuman and superhuman traffickers to take them as a demigod and alien hybrid child. She was the one who originally implanted the bionic and cybernetic implants into them. She is the one who created the first, second, third generation of super soldiers during WW3 with other doctors, inventors, scientists, & engineers for America, England, Canada, & Australia. She later created the 4, 5, 6 gen super soldiers for the Alien Human Contact War. She was the one who created the 7, 8, 9 generation super soldiers for the Earth Hegemony and Terran Empire and its colonies and territories several star systems and a few galaxies.

Mentors:

Pupil of a infamous demigod supervillain 

Disciple of an acclaimed alien hybrid antihero

Apprentice of a well known Black superhero 

Sidekick of a recognized indigenous superhero 

Pupil of a significant Latine Native superhero

Mentee of a popular Asian Native superhero 

Follower of a well known Black Native Freeman superhero

Protege of a well known non native Asian person of color antihero 

Student of an established Afro Asian antihero 

Trainee of an illustrious Afro Latine superhero

Rookie member of a exceptional black ops and spec ops paramilitary superhero team of bipoc heroes

Newcomer of a notorious black ops and spec ops paramilitary supervillain team 

Protégés: 

Kan-Xul Tamay a male 25 year old adult Maya Indigenous Central American

Brenda Tesarkee a female 22 year old adult Black Tsalagi Native Freedman

Nampeo a 21 year old adult native third gender Hopi indigenous person 

Tatigat Arnatuk a male 18 year old young adult Inuit Indigenous Arctic Native 

Naomi Merculief an Aleut Arctic Native and European Russian adult Indigenous woman

White Flare (Methoataske Harjo) 19 year old young adult female Shawnee and Muskogee Creek Indigenous woman. 

Marca-Chimbo Huanca a 18 year old young adult Quechua Central American Indigenous woman 

Eloxochitl Tenochtitlan a teenage Nahuatl Indigenous girl 

Yesa Hau a third gender 17 year old teenage Melanesian Papuan Indigenous Pasifika 

Kiri Matua a female 16 year old teenage Polynesian Māori Indigenous Pasifika 

Langidrik Korok a 15 year old male teenage Micronesian Indigenous Pasifika 

Clones:

The Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character because of the super soldier program, metahuman and superhuman experimentation, and bionic and cybernetic enhancement has several genetic clones.

Relatives:

Father: Asian Pasifika Akio Kato or Puleleiite Kaimana Latu. He is a mixed East Asian Chinese, East Asian Japanese, American Caucasian, & European British Asian person of color. He is a Polynesian Hawaiian, Tongan, Marquesan, & Samoan Indigenous Pasifika. 

He is trans and afab. He is nonbinary bigender pansexual. He is polyamorous. He is mahu, fakaleiti, or fafafine indigenous pasifika third gender.

He has several other partners in his polyamorous relationship with his wife. He has relationships with people of color. He has relationship with indigenous people.

The demigod powers of the Asian demigod father are he has elemental powers. Specifically more powerful fusion elemental powers like electric/lightning fire/magma manipulation, ice/water lighting/electric manipulation, acid/poison fire manipulation, shadow ice manipulation, light darkness manipulation, ice fire manipulation, lightning earth manipulation, ice earth manipulation, and fire/magma ice/water manipulation. 

This is in part to having more time to train his demigod powers. For the Asian Pasifika demigod dad the reason he knows fusion elemental powers is cuz he has a more personal relationship with the other gods, goddesses, and demigods of the oceanic pantheon from across Polynesian diaspora. Which is why the deities know about his child but are still training him/her/them. Unlike their father who is already done with training having been born in the 21st century or before as a New Age demigod now god.

Other than his Afro Latine Native alien hybrid wife. He is in a relationship with a Micronesian Pohnpeian Indigenous Pasifika woman named Lihen Etse. He is in a relationship with a Melanesian Papuan Indigenous Pasifika man named Yasa Kui. He is in a relationship with an Australian Aboriginal woman named Aleah Jurrah. He is in a relationship with an Arctic Native Inuit Indigenous woman named Anirniq Irqittuq. He is in a relationship with a Nahuatl Indigenous man named Ilhuitl Cuauhtli. He is in a relationship with Charlotte Akiwenzie, a Ojibwe French Métis woman. He is in a relationship with Tahlako Ashalintubbi an Afro Indigenous Choctaw Freedman Black Native man. He is in a relationship with Nikan Wesaw, a Potawatomi Anishinaabe Indigenous man. 

Mother: Afro Latine Native Maria Lorena Garcia Ochoa, Marie Gabrielle Smith, or  alien name Maaela Kayuth Adrjin. 

She is an Afro Latine Native from South America and an alien hybrid. She is Afro Colombian, Bolivian, Argentine, & Chilean. She is South American Baniwha and Embera Indigenous of Colombia. She is Chorote Indigenous of Bolivia and Argentina.

She is polyamorous. She is trans nonbinary genderfluid pansexual. She is Indigenous third gender of South America.

She has several other partners in her polyamorous relationship with her husband. She has relationships with people of color. She has relationships with Indigenous people. 

She as an alien hybrid mutant has the power of skin hardening or skin reinforcement that is capable of hardening their skin. Thereby increasing her innate defensive and/or offensive capabilities. Her skin that turns blue and metallic becomes harder than diamonds. She becomes fireproof and bulletproof.

She also has the power of organic purple metallic armor. She has the ability to grow purple organic metal skin. She has skin with organic cells that have metallic properties. She has organic bio metal that is nigh indestructible in this form. The user has a body with an organic metal skin that can resist almost any attack. She trades regular skin for organic metal skin so it is possible for her to obtain immortality. 

She has the ability to have skin manipulation with elastic skin. There is a time limit of several minutes. Her skin while elastic turns green. It is for evasion purposes in emergency situations if the skin hardening or metal skin can’t handle what it’s fighting or negates or skin armor abilities.

Her true alien form has several eyes. So she has optic blasts like cyclops Superman or darkseid. Her optic blasts from her two primary eyes are blue or sapphire. Her optic blasts from her main two eyes she uses to see are one directional like Superman or Cyclops and are more concentrated and focused. Her optic blasts from her other eyes are omnidirectional like darkseid. These optic blasts are not as accurate. These optic blasts are red. 

Her true alien form has several eyes. She uses two to see. The other two or three eyes are more supportive or extra sensory. Letting her see throughout the electromagnetic spectrum. Like uv, x ray, or heat vision. Think of it like the eyes of a spider or any multi eyed organism.

His/her/their alien hybrid mother and alien hybrid aunts and uncles as mutants received their mutant powers through temporal, esoteric, spacial, chaos, quantum, dimensional, or reality mutations.

Other than her Asian Pasifika demigod husband. She is in a relationship with a Maya Indigenous man named Hun-Ahau Kuyoc. She is in a relationship with an Osage Indigenous woman named Asinka Mashunkashey. She is in a relationship with an Arctic Native Aleut Indigenous man named Hlakuchaa Merculief. She is in a relationship with Moerani Ioane a Southeast Asian Vietnamese, East Asian Chinese, a European French, Polynesian Tahitian and Marquesan Indigenous Pasifika Asian Pasifika woman. She is in a relationship with Hira Kaihau a Polynesian Maori Indigenous Pasifika man. 

Aunts and Uncles: 

Thirteen aunts and uncles 

The Afro Latine Native alien hybrid mother is the oldest out of four siblings. 

The Asian Pasifika demigod father is the middle child out of five siblings. 

The siblings of the Afro Latine Native alien hybrid mother (the aunts and uncles of the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character) as alien hybrid mutants have phasing, teleporting, & force field powers. 

Cousins: Twenty six 

The maternal cousins of the main character have shadow, magnetic, & gravity powers as alien hybrid mutants.

Siblings:

Oldest out of six siblings

Younger Sister: Leilani Ailani Latu. 

Younger Brother: Kekoa Maleko Latu.

Has half siblings

Their parents had children with their other partners as people who are queer trans, and, polyam

He/she/they/xer/zehir is the youngest out of the the half siblings

Children:

Biological Children:

He/she/they can get pregnant and can get others pregnant. This is how he/she/they have biological children with his/her/their spouses and partners. ‬

Sayeh Nadar daughter of Nijah Nadra Nadar and the Asian Pasifka and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Raúl Velasquez son of Sofia Velasquez and the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native main character. 

Natalie Jacobson daughter of Joana Jacobson and the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native main character. 

Eun-Ae Ae-Wei. Daughter of them and East Asian Korean Hae-Lin Ae-Wei.

Darren Rashid. Daughter of them and West Asian Safia Rashid.

Jabari Bello. Daughter of them and Black African Rashida Ashanti Bello.

Kingston Lewis. Son of them and Black American Michelle Lewis.

Alejandro Diaz. Son of them and Valeria Diaz.

Manuel Velasquez. Son of them and Sofia Valesquez

Nyra Mishra. Daughter of them and Afro European British and Afro Asian South Asian Desi Indian Sunita Mishra

Ali Uzun. Son of them and Afro West Asian Devrim Keyan Uzun

Iolani Keali’i Latu Daughter of Hokulani Kaimana Keali and Kanai Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. 

Amipa Tupou Latu Daughter of Polynesian Tongan Indigenous Pasifika woman Lekeleka Tupou and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Kahurangi Kohe Son of Polynesian Māori Indigenous Pasifika woman Olivia Kohe and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Ariihau Tran Latu Son of Dior Linh Heimana Tran and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Fiafia Leota. Daughter of Black Samoan indigenous pasifika woman of color Jazmine Leota and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character

Ma’afu Tagi Son of Melanesian Indo Fijian Vaulina Tagi and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Koina Kila Daughter of Melanesian Papuan Indigenous Pasifika woman Vavine Kila and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Cent Keju. Son of Micronesian Marshallese Indigenous Pasifika woman Runica Keju and Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu. 

Hostino Alik. Son of Micronesian Kosraean Indigenous Pasifika woman Tulpe Alik and Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu.

Tana Akapito. Daughter of Micronesian Chuukese Indigenous Pasifika woman Achina Akapito and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Saplasr Apaisam. Son of Micronesian Pohnpeian indigenous pasifika man Eiken Apaisam and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Aki Fiija. Daughter of East Asian and Ryukyuan Indigenous Ukiyaka Fiija and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Apolaki Isip Juruna the son of  the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character and Loretta Dawn Isip. He is the older sibling. 

Mayari Isip Juruna the daughter of the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character and Asian Native Pasifika Loretta Dawn Isip.

Chula Harris-Juruna. Daughter of Afro Indigenous Chickasaw Freedman Native man of color Miko Harris and Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine native Ryuu/Haruka Kato

Nizhona Yazzie-Juruna. Daughter of Dine man Kai Jaan Yazzie and Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa

Chaton Teton-Juruna. Daughter of Francisco Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Maria Garcia Ochoa and Afro Latine Nakota Native Ana Zaghloul

Tsula Robinson-Juruna. Daughter of Black Tsalagi Native Freedman Angela Robinson and the Asian Pasifika and Afro latine native main character

Atohi Na-Juruna. Son of Asian Tsalagi Native Cheng Na and the Asian Pasifika and Afro latine native main character

‪Carolina Isabel Acosta-Ochoa. The daughter of Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu and his South American Afro Latine Native woc love interest Adrianna Stephanie Macias Acosta. She is cis female. She is pansexual. Carolina is the older sibling. 

Josephine Gabriella Acosta Ochoa. The trans femme daughter of Ryuuu Kato/Haruka Kato and Adrianna Acosta. Josephine is nonbinary genderfluid bisexual. 

Jonas Hakala-Juruna. Son of the main character and Sami indigenous Emma Hakala.

Hilda Hakala-Juruna. Daughter of the main character and Sami Indigenous Emma Hakala

Peter Lestenkof-Juruna. The son of the Asian Pasifika and Latine Native main character and white Arctic Native Aleut Mary Lestenkof.

Carlos Alejandro Veracruz Ochoa. The son of the Asian Pasifika and Latine Native main character and Central American Latine Native Veronica Dulce Gomez Veracruz.

Teresa Maria Perez Ochoa. The daughter of the Asian Pasifika and Latine Native main character and his Afro Latine Apache Native ex Kelly Andrea Perez or Gouyen Mescal. 

Yej susen Sakagut Juruna. Biological child of the main character and Zapotec indigenous Nayeli Sakagut.

Teyacapan Acuca-Juruna. The daughter of the main character and Nahuatl Indigenous Coyotl Acuca. 

Katsitsienhawi Murphy-Juruna. Daughter of Iroquois Mohawk Tekawitha Murphy and Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu

Maria Carmen Lopez-Ochoa daughter of Central American Latine Native Karla Gabriela Ortega Lopez-Ochoa and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character

Diego Luis Rodriguez-Ochoa son of Central American Latine Native Daniela Isabel Flores Rodriguez-Ochoa and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Awinita Castillo-Juruna daughter of Latine Native and Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Dezba Tso-Juruna daughter of Dine Indigenous woman Hazhoni Tso-Latu and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Ojinjintka Maka-Juruna daughter of Black Native Lakota Indigenous Dyani Maka-Juruna and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Alawa Mitchell-Jurana child of Plains Cree Indigenous woman Aponi Mitchell and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Skenandoa Doxator-Juruna son of Tyonajanegan Doxator an Oneida Iroquois Indigenous woman and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character. 

Tahlako Homma-Juruna son of Nita Homma an Afro Native Choctaw Freedman woman of color  and the Asian Pasifika Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character.

Adoptive Children:

Adoptive children of color:

Maria Garcia Morales. She is a young adult. Adopted child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett a Lac La Ronge Woodland Cree and Northern Cheyenne Indigenous woman.

Jin Ae Kim. She is a now young adult. She is an East Asian Korean.

Nathaniel Xuan Nguyen. He is a teenager.  Adopted child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett a Lac La Ronge Woodland Cree and Northern Cheyenne Indigenous woman.

Takeda Sato. He is a preteen. Adopted child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett a Lac La Ronge Woodland Cree and Northern Cheyenne Indigenous woman.

Mateo Lopez. He is a child. He is a Hispanic.

Huyen Ngo. She is now an adult. She is Buddhist. She is Southeast Asian Vietnamese.

Farah Ali. She is now an adult. She is Southwest Asian Iranian. She is Muslim. Adopted child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett a Lac La Ronge Woodland Cree and Northern Cheyenne Indigenous woman.

Adopted indigenous children: 

Young adult Wapun Aponi Barnett who is Woodland Cree and Plains Cree. Adoptive child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett.

Teenager Kitchi Barnett who is Woodland Cree and Eastern Cree. Adoptive child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett.

Preteen Ahanu Barnett who is Woodland Cree and Swampy Cree. Adoptive child of them and Inayat Aloomse Barnett.

Relationships:

Love Interests:

He/she/they is polyamorous and is in polyamorous non-monogamous and monogamous relationships.

He/she/they have many partners and spouses as someone considered to be a mahu (Hawaiian), fa’afaine (Samoan), fakaleiti (Tongan), or maohi (Tahitian) in the middle elder and healer. 

He/she/they have many partners as someone polyamorous. 

He/she/they have many spouses as a trans queer Indigenous Pasifika person of color high king/high queen or chieftain/warchief. 

As someone with DID and schizophrenia in his/her/their psyche and mind he/she/they have several identities each with their own distinctive names, likes, dislikes, hobbies, & personalities since he/she/they are a plural system. 

Such as Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor. Such as Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato. Such as Zana Saani. Such as Cauã/Ceci Juruna. Such as Francisco Alejandro Diego García Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa. Such as the alien hybrid Zana Saani. Such as Polynesian demigod Makoa Kalani/Kamalani Kalani. Each plural system is a system of the main system Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. 

This is to deal with the abuse and trauma that he/she/they have suffered as a former metahuman and superhuman child soldier. 

The plural systems of Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato, Alexander Taylor/Alexandria Taylor, Cauã/Ceci Juruna, Zana Saani, & Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Maria Garcia Ochoa are all polyamorous like the main system Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. Each system is dating different people that are different from the other plural systems. 

Spouses and Partners:

Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu:

His/her/their Indigenous Pasifika spouses and partners of color are Asian Native (East Asian Chinese, American Caucasian, Polynesian Hawaiian and Samoan Pasifika) Hokulani Kaimana Keali’i-Latu or Zhao Ya-Latu, Asian Native (Southeast Asian Vietnamese, East Asian Chinese, Polynesian Tahitian, Polynesian Marquesan, European French, Melanesian Kanak Pasifika) Dior Linh Heimana Tran-Latu, Black Polynesian Samoan Pasifika Jazmine Kueni Leota, Polynesian Māori Olivia Hine Kohe, Asian Native (South Asian Indian and Melanesian Fijian Indo Fijian) Vaulina Jiya Tagi-Latu, Melanesian Papuan Koina Nouairi, Micronesian Chamorro Tana Naputi, Micronesian Pohnpeian Yoana Etse, Micronesian Yapese Falthin Figir, Micronesian Kosraean Hostino Livaie, Micronesian Palauan Oldak Ililau, Asian Native (East Asian Japanese and Micronesian Marshallese) Runica Hana Keju-Latu, & Asian Native (East Asian Japanese, East Asian Chinese, & Ryukyuan Indigenous) Ukiyaka Fiija-Kato or Rin Lan-Fen-Kato. 

Francisco Alejandro Diego Ochoa/Francisca Maria Garcia Ochoa:

His/her/their Indigenous spouses and partners of color: are Central American Latine Native (Guatemalan, Salvadorean, & Costa Rican and Chorotega Indigenous of Costa Rica, Kekchi Indigenous of El Salvador, & Mopan Indigenous of Guatemala Latine Native of color) Veronica Dulce Gomez Veracruz-Ochoa, South American Afro Latine Native (Peruvian, Brazilian, & Venezuelan and Aguaruna Indigenous of Peru, Canela Indigenous of Brazil, & Maco Indigenous of Venezuela Afro Latine Native of color) Adriana Stephanie Macias Acosta-Ochoa, Latine Native (Bolivian, Ecuadoran, & Peruvian and Aymara Indigenous of Peru, Quechua of Ecuador, & Wichi Indigenous of Bolivia Latine Native of color) Daniela Isabel Flores Rodriguez-Ochoa, Latine Native (Central American Honduran, Panamanian, & Nicaraguan and Garifuna Indigenous of Honduras, Ngobe Bugle indigenous of Panama, & Mayangna Indigenous of Nicaragua Latine Native woman of color) Karla Gabriela Ortega Lopez-Ochoa,  

Cauã/Ceci Juruna:

His/her/their Indigenous spouses and partners of color: Latine Mexican and Cherokee or Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color Tayanita Castillo-Juruna, Lac La Ronge Cree and Northern Cheyenne Indigenous woman ‪Inayat Aloomse Barnett-Juruna, Hazhoni Tso-Juruna a Dine Indigenous woman, Black Native Hunkpapa Lakota Indigenous woman Dyani Maka-Juruna, Plains Cree Indigenous woman Aponi Mitchell, Tyonajanegen Doxtator-Juruna an Iroquois Oneida Indigenous woman, Nita Homma-Juruna a Afro Native Choctaw Freedman woman of color, & Asian Native Loretta Hope Dawn Isip-Juruna (Southeast Asian Filipino, Aeta Indigenous Pasifika, and Anishinaabe Ojibwe Indigenous). 

Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei:

His/her/their non native spouses and partners of color are: Joanna Jacobson-Kato, East Asian Korean Hae-lin Ae-Wei, West Asian Safia Rashid, Afro Latine Cuban Valeria Diaz-Ochoa, Afro Caribbean Jamaican Karalana Robinson-Kato, North Asian Mongolian Magnai Tse-Wei, Black Central African Angolan and Congolese Rashida Ashanti Bello-Kato, Southeast Asian Cambodian Vannak Keo-Wei, West Asian Nijah Nadra Nadar-Wei, South Asian Sri Lankan Janaka De Silva-Ochoa, Black American Michelle Lewis-Kato, & Latine Sofia Velasquez-Ochoa. 

Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor: 

His/her/their non native white partners are Talia Macridis Macar-Taylor, Jessica Darby-Taylor, Empress or Captain Ashlynne Newbery (an infested human infested, assimilated, & evolved by a hive mind alien race similar to the Zerg, Xenomorph, or Tyranid), & Leslie Pearlman-Taylor. 

Yunos:

His/her/their nonhuman alien lovers are aliens Scir'uil, Kir'els, Litux, Falder, & Ollas 

Crel: 

Their nonhuman humanoid spouses and partners are Greco Roman Amazonian Elolipe, Merfolk Hasi Kac (she is merfolk as a sea nymph, triton, & siren hybrid), Homo magi Charlotte Nightmore, angel Matariel, & demoness and devil lady hybrid Kylesh

Kalani Latu:

His/her/their nonhuman divine spouses and partners are Atlantean demigod Olle (who is the daughter of Amphitritea a goddess of the ocean), Mary O'Brien (Irish Celtic demigod child of the Morrigan), Fangying Shen (Chinese demigod child of Erlang Shen), Farah Kader (Black African West Asian Egyptian demigod child of Neith), Hiro Suzuki (Japanese Demigod child of Benzaiten), Josefine Yrsa Hansen (Norse demigod child of Freya), Siza-Ocllo Yacupaico (Quechua demigod child of Pachamama), Huemac Itzmoyotl (Náhuatl demigod child of Coyolxāuhqui), Meztli Dzal (Maya demigod child of Ixchel), Ylva Helga Olafsdottir (Aesir Asgardian and Vanir hybrid demigod child of Skadi), Legatus Legionis Carina Bellona Ragoria (daughter of Mars and Venus. Empress of the Roman Amazonians.) of the Roman Empire, & Supreme Commander Diona Artemis Megalos of the (daughter of Ares and Enyo and goddaughter of Athena. Magistrate of Corinth, Argos, Megara, Attica, Elis, Eretria, Thebes. Queen of Greco Amazonians) of the Greek Spartans. 

Zana Saani Kayuth Adrjin:

His/her/their alien extraterrestrial spouses and partners are Kulax Kojir-Saani, Ohoi Nessars Saani, winged alien Breapru Adrjin, four armed alien R’hasiss Adrjin, Iesloria Saani, Melmih Saani, Loran Saani, Terris Adrjin, & Hleor Saani. 

Super Soldiers: 

As a super soldier he/she/they had relationships with fellow super soldiers from the Space Army, Space Navy, Space Force, & Space Marine Corps of the Earth military and Terran Hegemony Space Armed Forces: European English Space Ensign Carol Turner, European French Space Lieutenant Jocelyne Berthelot, European Dutch Lieutenant Junior Grade Laurien Poll Jonker, European German Lieutenant Commander Vicki Böttger, European Irish Commander Katelyn O'Dunn, European Scottish Captain Bella McDonald, European Greek Sergeant Lydia Zarelli, European Italian Staff Sergeant Corinna Santagata, European Belgian Gunnery Sergeant Lena Pollet, European Spanish Master Sergeant Maria Isabel Herrera, European Finnish Sergeant Major Second Lieutenant Henna Selänne, European Russian First Lieutenant Natalia (Natalka) Valerievna Pivovarova 

Asian Chinese Second Lieutenant Xuefeng Hu, Asian Chinese Ensign Lingxin Cao, Asian Korean First Lieutenant Hye-Bin Ae, Asian Korean Lieutenant Junior Grade Ha-Eun Kyo, Asian Japanese Captain Akeno Yomaura, Asian Japanese Lieutenant Mizuki Otani, Asian Indian Major Arya Sinha, Asian Indian Lieutenant Commander Siddhi Nan, West Asian Iranian Lieutenant Colonel Zahra Nassirian, West Asian Iranian Commander Nasim Rezghi, Asian Vietnamese Colonel Hồng Lâm Nguyễn, Asian Vietnamese Captain Giáng Uyên Hoàng, Asian Nepalese Brigadier General Ajeeta Danuwar, Asian Nepalese Rear Admiral Surya Nakarmi

Polynesian Hawaiian Ka'iimamao Onakea, Polynesian Hawaiian 'Alepo'i Ipo, Polynesian Tahitian Piharii Tetuanui, Polynesian Tahitian Airotua Hauata, Polynesian Māori Rea Paraone, Polynesian Māori Areta Tamihana, Polynesian Samoan Leigalo Tuala, Polynesian Samoan Hana Lea'ai, Melanesian Fijian Iliana Ma’ilei, Melanesian Fijian Litiana Tuinabua, Melanesian Papuan Leila Gawi, Melanesian Papuan Carlie Maira

As super soldiers fighting for the Terran Empire or Hegemony they were known as Immortals after the warriors who fought for the Persian Empire. When they defected and joined the Space Rebel Army they were known as Ronin as mercenaries fighting without a lord or master or who severed all ties to their clans and families. When they joined the military of the Space Federation or Alliance military they were known as.

Exes:

His/her/their Indigenous exes: Afro Latine Apache Native Kelly Andrea Perez or Gouyen Mescal, Latine Native Yaqui Hoan Escalante Valencia Yocupicio, Asian Arctic Native Amaruq Ren Naitok, white Arctic Native Aleut Mary Lestenkof, Asian Tsalagi Native Cheng Na, Black Tsalagi Native Freedman Angela Robinson, Black Chickasaw Native Freedman Miko Harris, Latine Native Náhuatl Coyotl Acuca, Latine Native Zapotec Nayeli Sakagut, white Native Iroquois Mohawk Tekawitha Murphy, Sami Indigenous Emma Hakala, Nez Perce Kaya, Afro Latine Native Nakota Ana Anacaoana Ahura Lagunas Zaghoul or Tahcawin Teton, Black Native Lakota Tanaya Avery Johnson, white Native Blackfoot and Coastal Salish Hurit Ridley Clarke, Asian Native Dakota Chaske Kiren Tiwari, & Dine Jaan Kai Yazzie. 

His/her/their Indigenous Pasifika exes: Polynesian Tongan Ahio Colin Moala, Polynesian Maori Taki Anaru, Black Pasifika Kanaka Maoli Leilani Brittney Kekoa, Asian Native (Asian Pasifika Filipino and Polynesian Hawaiian) Kalea Malea Ioane, Black Pasifika (Afro Caribbean Trinidadian and Melanesian Papuan Pasifika) Silatolu Kaina, Melanesian Fijian Makosoi Delai, Black Pasifika (Afro Caribbean and Melanesian Papuan) Nali Tamara Apa, Melanesian Fijian Hereva Tanimani, Melanesian Solomon Islander Agarobe Garae, Melanesian Papuan Vavine Kila, Melanesian Ni-Vanuatu Ailana Tari, Asian Native (East Asian Japanese and Micronesian Marshallese Pasifika) Runica Maiko Alik, Asian Pasifika (East Asian Japanese and Micronesian Pohnpeian)  Eiken Hiro Apaisam, Micronesian Chamorro Isa Dela Cruz, Micronesian Chuukese Achina Akapito, and Micronesian Kosraean Tulpe Alik. 

His/her/their ex partners of color: Roma Jonathan Kaven Ruslo, Lavanya Sunita Mishra, Devrim Keyan Uzun, Karishma Patel-York, Jayani Kumar-Patel, Raji Patel, Keisuke Tanaka, Seo-Jun Jeong, Lisa Nguyen-Jeong, Jason Fujimoto, Hank Nguyen, Yoon-Sook Lee-Tanaka, Ruro Suzuki, Jason Peter Rodriguez, Lola Macias, Raquel Marina Alonzo-Jones, Lorena Castillo, Ulric Hayes, Vincent Tennyson, Jasmine Harris, Taylor Davis, Hector Vega, Hasan Karim, Ashaki Kahn, & Tirsa Malik.  

Non native white exes: Jessica Croft-Ruslo, Greek Phoebe Vlahos, Italian Regina Ventura, Irish Riley O’Brien, Russian Eva Ivanov, French Pauline Dumas, Hungarian Laura Kiss, German Hilda Braun, Finnish Hanna Lehto, Norwegian Sofia Hansen, British Daisy Tatton, Werecat (Were Tiger) Felicia Hawking, Kayla Kingston, Technician Odessa Jackstaft, Street Samurai Bryana Graydon, Xenia Hames, Digital Hacker Madelyn Dering, Hacker Lyssa McRaven, Corporate Allyson Lien, Data Broker Anya Carthen, Cyber Ninja Fiona Galven

Alien exes: Jeondr Kojir-Rodriguez, Moloit, Clarissa Patricia Chambers- or Cra’Zel, Bholkall, Thraknu, Luuzaits

Mythical exes: Amazon Ryydae, Amazonian Esteoesia, Atlantean Headra, Atlantean Shadren, Asgardian Heidrun, Vanir Embla, Jotunn Sú, Jotunn or Jotnar Algeiðau

Abusive exes:

His/her/their abusive exes are: Elizabeth Dunne,  Chloe Wright, Stephan Meier, Claire Dumont, Claus Baasch, Eleonore Krämer, Quentin Dupont, Oliver Day, Esmeralda Bellrose, Jérôme Lévesque, Lily Shaw, Olivia Rose, Kenneth Wilkinson, Yvonne Labelle, Juliane Steinmann, Aleksandr Makarov, Yasha Nikitin, Felicia Wheatley, Carla Messer, Pelageya Koroleva, & Nataliya Osipova. 

Four armed female alien Migua, Atlantean sorceress Hinesy, and anthropomorphic alien wasp empress Ziewei

Pets:

A King Cerberus three headed hellhound, a celestial dog, a cybernetic dog, an ice age dire wolf. 

A German Shepard, a Alaskan malamute, a Shiba Inu 

A giant tarantula spider 

A firebird phoenix, a rainbird, & a storm bird 

A giant fire salamander 

A dragon turtle 

A nine tailed demon fox kitsune

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What undertale songs would you assign to coe characters

ok so!! to me, a lot of undertale, deltarune, and homestuck tracks and live in the same genre, so I ended up doing a mix of all three! I didn't do EVERY character, but i did a bunch of them! In no particular order Tucking them under a cut because it gets long!

Noa Enomoto - Snowdin town her DLC record's track reminds me so strongly of this one that i had to do it

Mutei Harada - Premonition Self explanatory! Very much just gives off the VibesTM

You Jabuchi - Battle Against a True Hero ougughgh it's a little melancholy and bittersweet but the themes of justice are soooo strong,, it's a fight track so it makes me think of jabuchi's boss fight

Reiji Isoi - Song That Might Play when you Fight Sans I have no reasoning for this, it's just fun!

Haruki Isoi - Fallen (soundtest) Quietly melancholy. There's something so sad about Haruki to me,,

Haruki Atou - Field of Hopes and Dreams I'm gonna be honest this one is just pure bias. I like the undertones of it a lot and it just feels very reminiscent of Atou to me

Eiji Shinano - DOGSONG sorry i had to and Enemy Approaching dogboy joke aside (<3) I think Energy Approaching is an upbeat and fun track! I thought it was cute <3

Ryuu Nijou - Killed by BR8K Spider!!!!!!!! this was self indulgent for me <3 he had to get a vriska track, i do in fact make the rules

Seodore Riddle - Empty Town and Judgement Day Chiptune draws more attention to the "game" aspect, and there's something compelling in with associating the immortal with an empty town... Something about time moving on without him Judgement day is half bc of the name (Judgement IS Seo's tarot card, after all) and It's just a fun fight track tbh

Hajime Hatsutori - Waterfall and Black quietly foreshadowing the end of this Divine Comedy. less of a character song and more of an atmosphere... Think like Ch 7-ish? Black is bc i am just.

Naming of the Flowerpots-era flowerpot trio - Moonsetter I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE i'm just right. Moonsetter fans understand me

Noriyuki Utsugi - Flare this is vibes based again. A quiet song, really just gives off record 7 vibes to me,, the bits of distortion throughout the track REALLY give off the energy of Utsugi bottling everything up and spiraling, trying to fix it all on his own,,

Sanemitsu Isoi - Heir of Grief am i biased in giving this to sanemitsu? yes. but guys hear me out. hear me out. it's bittersweet and has strong motifs and i cry over the piano parts. you can associate different motifs and sections with different parts of Sanemitsu's Life, whether it be living as Minoru Harada, Sanemitsu Isoi, or Code:DANTE. I'm so normal

and one for gavi bc she REALLY wanted me to use this track somewhere

Lin Orie - Theme of Andrew Hussie ( Let's Read a Webcomic ~ You're Welcome ) System.NH encourages metafiction themed songs, and thus Mr. N Portman has gotten Hussie's theme! also they're both green <3 It's an upbeat and fun theme!

Aogu Kanou - Amalgam fast bpm, a little bit of an unnerving song, which makes it a lot of fun <3!

Nina Yanagi - Requiem of Sunshine and Rainbows Heavy piano motif (yanagi core to me), has an underlying tone of determination to parallel her rising determination throughout A/S/S+ routes!

Rumeseo - Phantasmic Youngsters its the country vibes that did it,, it reminds me of their interlude track, it's just a cute song tbh

#cell of empireo #aria rambles #aria answers #anon #this one gets in the tag bc its long LOL #ofc people are free to agree or disagree #gavi wanted me to give utsugi megalovania and i REFUSE #NO #WE ARE NOT GIVING HIM MEGALOVANIA #i wanted to find another track for hajime but i wasnt satisfied with any of them ^^; #im gonna post this as is #bc ive been sitting on it too long SAKLJASJKL #im not tagging all those characters thats too many #gavi no clicky #coe spoilers

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Panopticon [oneshot, NSFW, F/F]

ok. by popular*** demand, here is 1.2k of obsessive evil lesbian mech pilot hatemasturbation. it is very much Not a sneezekink or adjacent fic but still blisteringly horny along a bunch of other axes particular to me, lmao.

some basic character context since these two are part of a larger setting:

Seo-Hyun: stringy spiteful arrogant little yandere. hoards secrets and deeply enjoys using them to pick her enemies apart. Pilots PHANTASIA, a drone-based hacking platform designed to gather a brain-liquifying amount of realtime tactical info and exploit it to the fullest.

Rhea: quiet twitchy butch service top. tall, dark, terrifyingly physical. breaks your arm as foreplay. Pilots RAPTURE, a shock-and-awe assault frame that'll scare you half to death before its lance takes care of the other half.

These two are on opposite sides of a war, and have hooked up once before (it went Poorly, to say the least). Seo-Hyun still can't keep the memories out of her mind, much to her frustration.

relevant tags: cockpit masturbation, overstimulation, degradation, light descriptions of gore, scent kink

You know what they say: you never really know a girl until you watch her capillaries twitch in 5D subjectivity-sync panorama.

Seo-Hyun leans back in the cockpit and frowns, brushing one scene away and flicking over to another. Around her is a broken-mirror constellation of moments in extrapolated spacetime, PHANTASIA's fractal s[y/i]m-sensorium arrayed in full splendor. She's pulling every feed indiscriminately, visual and infra and lancet anatomy and acoustic, a superimposed hypermemory cacaphony. There's no obvious order, no hierarchy, just a common theme:

Rhea, small talk, the way her words form like her mouth is overfull and she can't bear to swallow, Rhea, lips wrapped around the mouth of a bottle like she's ready to bite through it, Rhea, eyes like compound fractures, howling death from hoarse lungs, juiced on killswitch fervor, Rhea, vivisected, splined into diffuse anatomy, cushioned gelsockets and carbon-core bones and spiderwebs of latticed redundant nerves, Rhea, laughing, half-throttled by a tightened throat but betrayed by her shoulders, Rhea and her too-sharp grin, Rhea choking on a mouth full of blood and shattered teeth, Rhea supine staring at her with heaving breaths and matted hair and that same love-hate-fuck-kill expression, in that kiss-you-and-suck-out-your-spine way,

Rhea, glaring, knelt, cock thick and twitching against her waistband and sheened with needy pearlescence—

Seo-Hyun bites down on the inside of her cheek hard enough that only perfect interoception stops it from drawing blood. The fragment is gone not a second after it materializes—using passive voice is infuriatingly unconvincing, even to her—but the damage is done: the flush coloring her cheeks, the stinging in the side of her mouth, the flashfire induction coil of heat uncurling in the pit of her stomach. She glares, first at nothing in particular, then up at one of the hundreds of superimposed slivers of the culprit. Lets herself settle in the chair, crosses and uncrosses her thighs, fails to suppress a small shudder at even the cursory friction.

Rhea in the prefab's meager gym, sweat glistening off pumped trapezius, the glint of subdermals coiling up her spine—

One of Seo-Hyun's hands creeps across her syncsuit, brushing the already-sensitized cap of one of her nipples. She pulls in a sharp breath.

Rhea's lips, full and strong, deathcrushed against hers like she's kissing to win, the taste-heat-fullness of her tongue in her mouth—

The hand slides lower, fingers creeping between thighs, pressed against the cool, near-skintight clutch of the suit. She finds a rhythm, slow at first but unwilling to stay that way, a flushed resentful accelerando.

Rhea, soaked head to toe in blood, eyes bright and adoring, a still-beating ventricle clenched her teeth. "For you," comes her voice from unmoving lips, "all for you, Seo—"

Rhea's arms Rhea's mouth Rhea's tongue Rhea's cock Rhea's teeth Rhea's scent RheaRheaRhea—

"Ffuck," Seo-Hyun breathes, leaning back further. She can feel the slickness beneath the suit, the way it shifts under her fingers, can feel the way this makes her feel and hates it, needs it, needs more—

She shuts her eyes and pulls PHANTASIA's focus inward, wrapping herself in a deep-field scanblanket, and exhales sharply as she finds her prize. A half-millimeter of dark hair on her collar, thicker than her own, desiccated but still flush with bioresiduals, salt and shed epiderm and lipid fragments. She turns the Ardor's attention to it, then twists in the cockpit, pulling a folding survival knife from its place in her field carry with her free hand and taking a bundle of her syncsuit in her teeth. After a few dilated seconds of desperate sawing, the knife drops with a clatter, and a fist-sized patch of her own crumpled suit cuts free. Seo-Hyun shoves the fabric in her face like a chloroform rag, inhales greedily, and routes all twenty-four of PHANTASIA's mimesis clusters to olfactory.

The million-sample approximation of Rhea's musk hits her like a tide, ozone and iron and sweaty kevtex and camphor and cheap prefab soap and hot debasement dripping down her back and the noise it pulls out of her is so high and ragged and slaveringly hungry she flushes crimson as she hears it. Something like shame crawls from her stomach and she balls the hand holding the scrap into a fist and slams it hard enough against the Ardor's endoskeleton to jam a finger but even the sunburst of pain feels like a polybraid-tendoned hand pinning her wrist, like the lust-edged grunting satisfaction of an armbar dislocation, like her—

"F-Fuuuhcking useless brih—hhck," Seo-Hyun half-moans, hips bucking as her good hand works furiously against the heat-trap smoothness of the syncsuit. She’s so wet it’s all but frictionless now; it isn't enough—she pulls back and fumbles for the zipper, normally-surgical movements made sloppy and scrabbling by overboiling want, and plunges two fingers just below its terminus, fucking herself with rough, spiteful desperation. "Pathetic bleeder frhheak. Waste of a—ahn—a ffucking Ardor on a glazed-over h-hhammerbrai—hh!ned mutt—"

She imagines hissing it in Rhea's ear, imagines what she'd get back, the mewling repartee—and before she can second-guess, PHANTASIA has it ready.

"Yes," says almost-Rhea, half-whispered and thick with barely-shackled lust, 99th-percentile synthesis reverberating through her cockpit. "More."

"Yes. More? Dihh—hn—dsappointing even from you," Seo-Hyun hisses, less steady than she wants and too horny to care. "You're f-ffucking lucky I bother wasting breath when all I get back is your mh!—monosyllah—bic animal want. Garbage," She's getting close, the cadence of her fingers tightening to jagged staccato. "Whiiny, defective fuhh—hcktoys don't deserve to share my air or hear my voice, let alone be spoken to." She thinks of Rhea, the real thing, face tearstreaked hands bound cock throbbing at attention, begging for reminders of her place, and feels the molten wave building in her gut begin to crest.

"Yes, Sir," Rhea's voice, moaning now, the perfect swell of need, the perfect tint of shame—"I'm worthless. I'm nothing."

"Nnnh—no," growls Seo-Hyun, curling fingers in her core, the lightest brush of her thumb across her clit like the jolt of an arc flash, an erupting cascade of pleasure down her spine. "You’re worse—"

The sensorium shatters as Seo-Hyun does and for interminable seconds she has only her thoughts in her brain alone and the only thing there is her her her, gorewhore supplicant Rapture fuckbitch with voice like a lathe, her name a fucking curse, an oath, a profane prayer—

“Fuck you, Rhhmmnn—!!” She muffles the taboo into an arm and clenched teeth, hips twitching in the air as she rides out the most shameful and brainmeltingly intense subsync orgasm she’s ever had, endorphins crackling across every inch of her like sheets of cold fire.

Eventually, it settles, and she regains nominal control of her limbs and lungs again. In a drainpipe rush of sensory collapse, Seo-Hyun breaks sync from PHANTASIA, pulling back to solo subjectivity. For several minutes, she lays unmoving in her pilot’s chair, legs trembling, heady with oxytocin and adrenaline and fury and a hundred other things that for once she has no desire to dissect or categorize.

Next time, if she lives that long, she’s stealing a pair of boxers.

#not snz #jux ocs #juxwriting #ok i can now DEFINITIVELY point to this as by far the horniest thing ive posted on here lmao #what can i fucking say i love writing unhinged women!!!! #i realize this is a fair bit outside my usual oeuvre but hopefully it doesn't scare people off #i do 100% still plan to write sneeze stuff but this kinda sprang out of my hindbrain fully formed. u know how it is

[voraxiia]

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up ( seo-jun / fuyumi )

ㅤ⁺₊ ﹙ prompts for comfortable intimacy ﹚

ㅤㅤㅤit felt as if silence held a heavy weight as it fell upon both occupants of the living room , Seo-jun’s living room , its owner patiently tending to a rival’s subordinate , Fuyumi all but half slumped against the couch despite his distrust towards the other . he was exhausted , lightheaded from blood loss , and barely able to put up a protest when Seo-jun had helped him into the car that had brought them here . 

ㅤㅤㅤit would be ridiculous to say they were on anything close to good terms , wouldn’t it ? but Toshiki’s talons could only reach so far , especially considering how little he wanted to do with Fuyumi personally , other than treat him as a weapon he could only hope remained trustworthy enough to use for as long as he could worry about , knowing he’s made enough enemies in Kitagumi’s name he could count with half a hand who would dare take him in if he could try to escape Toshiki’s hold .

ㅤㅤㅤas if they could hide everything as long as neither of them spoke a word about this moment . still , it was unfortunate that Fuyumi’s resistance towards pain wasn’t something he could be proud about , no matter how much he would pretend otherwise , that when the fresh wound was touched , he could barely hold in a sharp take of breath , fingers curling into a tightly clenched fist against rich fabric laid upon the couch as he slowly , shakily let out an exhale .

ㅤㅤㅤLee Seo-jun ... you better not be doing it on purpose .

#intcritus #// Fuyumi @ Seo-jun helping him for no other motive : Doubt #// forgot if i mentioned it before but Toshiki's the name of Fuyumi's boss ! #＊╱ fuyumi & seo-jun #＊╱ fuyumi #＊╱ fuyumi — in character