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mrclairdycat · 4 months

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WHY CROWLEY IS A BPD CODED CHARACTER: A LONG THREAD

‼️WARNING‼️ This post could be triggering to some viewers, please be mindful when reading!

I'm going follow the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria to cover each and every point (there are 9 so hang on with me please). Here they are:

Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment:

First of all, throughout the entire show Crowley has been trying to save Aziraphale from the brainwashing Heaven has done to him. He knew that sooner or later he would've cut ties just because he's a demon, and that he was pushing his luck, so he's done everything he could to show that they don't have to choose anyone's side but their side, and that there is no need to abandon him. Second of all, even when he is in the right, he always comes back to Aziraphale after an argument, says sorry, and moves on with it in no time. All he cares about is to not lose him. One time he was literally like "Ok, I was wrong and you were right, now get in the car please".

His frantic efforts might be subtle because he's not the type to get vulnerable and emotional in front of anyone, and would never directly beg Aziraphale to stay, but he continously asks Aziraphale to "go off together" because he wants to feel safe, to secure his fp. He wants to make sure they're together, away from all factors that could make him lose Aziraphale. (not only because he could choose Heaven, but also because they could be destroyed and such).

One scene that proves the lenght Crowley would go to not lose him is in the last ep of season one where Aziraphale threatens to never talk to him again if he doesn't do something.

The look on Crowley's face after he says that says it all, me thinks. And he immediately finds a way to not make that happen.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation:

I think it's safe to say that Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship is super unstable and intense, so we can check that. They have spent 6000 years being friends and haven't ever properly communicated once, yet would do anything for each other.

That said, Crowley continously goes from idealizing Aziraphale, calling him his best friend and all, to completely devaluing the importance of his presence in his life (and how much he wants him) as soon as he feels threatened or angry.

An example of that is that scene where he asks for the holy water in front of the duck pond. As soon as Aziraphale uses the words 'fraternize', you can see his anger building up. Seeing that he might not look at their relationship the same way he does, he immediately devalues him. This is not the only scene where he basically says " Yeah! You're not important to me and I don't need you. I don't care about you! I can live with you!"

As a person with BPD this happens a lot with whoever is my fp. Even little words like that can make my defense mechanism to the perceived abandonment go off. Rejection is the worst thing. I immediately think "oh whatever, I have other friends who want to spend time with me/who would do this for me. I couldn't care less." (I actually do, a lot. LOL).

There's also that scene where the end of the world is near, and since Aziraphale rejects the idea of running away together again Crowley says something alongs the line of "You're ridiculous. I don't even know why I keep talking to you."

Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.

In the context of this show this culminates in the fact that Crowley doesn't really know what he is. He doesn't know if he's truly bad and if he even wants to be bad. That's just what Heaven etiquetted him as, and went with it, probably because he feels protected this way, in a sense. It's better to be someone unforgivable than a victim that has been misunderstood, after all. That would put him in a vulnerable position.

Plus, I think anyone with BPD will relate with the experience of feeling like you're ultimately bad or evil at the core, that you're someone who is unredeemable, but at the same time feeling angry because you feel like the world is being unfair towards you. We usually have a strong sense of justice because we've been wronged, and can't help but see everything as unfair and unjust.

Most of the times we were hurt because we were nice, and we don't want to be nice again in fear of not having control or power over it.

It's clear Crowley doesn't want to be an angel again, but he doesn't want to be a demon either. He had never done anything extremely bad.

So I think it's safe to say he doesn't know what he wants to be. He just wants to be ok, to rest and get away from all of it, from the sources of his trauma.

In fact, I believe Crowley sees himself in Aziraphale since he's having similar experiences, and projects himself into him. It's as though they're figuring themselves out thanks to their relationship. They mutually bring new prespectives to the table.

This is why they fail at communicating: Crowley doesn't understand himself yet, and so doesn't understand parts of Aziraphale either.

But they will get there one day, hopefully.

"I'm just a demon that gets along with Hell as far as he can."

"You're just an angel that gets along with Heaven as far as he can."

Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, reckless driving, binge eating...)

Ok first of all:

... Yeah.

That checked, the second area is a bit of a stretch and can be debated (then again it's important to point out you only have to mark at least 5 points to fit the criteria), but I believe the way he lets Aziraphale treat him like "the bad demon" and tries to prove him right sometimes could be considered self-damaging behavior? I still remember that scene where Aziraphale just assumes he had fired a gun before, and Crowley doesn't correct him. Many times he does the 'bad' things for him just to please him too, and I don't believe he wants Aziraphale to perceive him as an unredeemable demon at all.

I also believe the way he impulsively and recklessly lies about getting his job done could be considered self-damaging behavior. Especially because he does it with things that are not even worth taking the risk.

Sometimes its like he doesn't care if he could get punished, and we know Hell isn't exactly forgiving. They probably use torture as a current method for this. I remember he said something along the lines of "and my lot don't send notes" to Aziraphale, after all.

TW: the next point will mention suicidal behavior! (Please skip to the next point if you feel like it could trigger you).

Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behavior.

This is another one that could be debated, but hear me out: yes, its true that he could've only wanted the holy water as a weapon against other demons (and he did use it that way), but Aziraphale's fear of possibly giving him a suicide pill had to come from somewhere, right? Why would he immediately assume that's what he would use it for if things went bad?

It might be because he doesn't see Crowley as someone who could actually hurt anyone, so he's only left with that option, but I'm not sure. After all, even the nicest person would try to save his life if a legion of demons tried to give them retribution, right? And he wouldn't mind giving Crowley something to protect himself.

It could be possible that there were moments and stuff that went on between them, conversations that led Aziraphale to believe this. It took time for him to decide and grant him this holy water, and even so he didn't look sure. He was extremely worried.

And no, Aziraphale is not scared of getting into trouble. It's clear the problem with giving him the holy water isn't that from the get go. That's the face of someone who is doubting their friend's intentions.

Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood (e.g., intense episodic dysphoria, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days).

This man is the epitome of emotional instability. I don't know what else to say here,honestly XJENFJ

It only takes watching the show to figure that out, I believe. He's super reactive to every little thing and word, he's super easy to irritate. He can go from being calm to snapping like a branch into a matter of seconds, and takes as quickly to let it go.

Chronic feelings of emptiness:

It is clear this man experiences chronic emptiness. He doesn't see the point in Heaven or Hell, into doing his demon buisness, or in the Great Plan, the war and all.

Ok, demons cannot properly be friends, I know, but some kind of partnerships had been shown, yet he has no 'friends'. He is distant from everything. He doesn't want to do anything.

His careless behaviors: the reckless driving, the dangerous tricks he does to not do his job, are all connected to this chronic emptiness. If he cared, he wouldn't behave like this.

That said, I do believe Aziraphale, his fp, became the only purpose of his endless existence. He was probably the only thing that began to motivate him. It is made clear from the show that he is lonely asf, and, at least in my experience, BPD makes you very lonely. If I don't have any significant relationships (including friendships) I feel empty to my core. Since we have troubles with our identies we have difficulties doing things for ourselves and ourselves only, to see the point in doing things if no one is watching, if no one is there to appreciate it. Even then, friendships and all do not fill that hole, and we might lose passion for things or not feel any passion for things at all.

We know that Crowley was passionate about one thing: creating nebulas, stars, and universes. That completely changed after he fell, a traumatic event, and that's when I believe his BPD traits started to appear.

He did say he had been waiting to build that thing since forever, and not only did he learn it was pointless since it'll be all dismantled one day, he lost his angelic status too. That was probably his only stable sense of self.

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anter, reccurent physical fights.)

Since we're talking about his angelic past: Crowley used to be happy. He isn't 'naturally' all grouchy and angry at the world. He began to be that way after he fell.

JUST LOOK AT THIS CUTIE.

Crowley before the fall and Crowley after the fall are two completely different people, right?

And he doesn't pretend to have changed to appear mean or something like that, he did actually change. He was traumatized, wronged. That's where all that anger comes from. His reactions are real, not play pretend.

And it is made clear many times that Crowley has anger issues. He can't control it. He is shown snapping a multitude amount of times.

now THIS is real BPD anger right there. If I had to visually represent how it feels when BPD anger hits this would be it. It's so edgy it's embarrassing. It truly could only take a lightning bolt to calm me the fuck down. He doesn't even give a f if humans are all seeing him do this, just like a person with BPD wouldn't feel embarassed making a scene in public since it's so uncontrollable you lose yourself and act impulsively.

The fact he's angry because of an argument him and Aziraphale just had makes this more BPD coded.

Not only that, his anger many times comes out of nowhere and could be described as innapropriate.

Just look at how quickly he reacts, without making Aziraphale even finish his sentence.

It is clear Aziraphale has no bad intentions when he says it, his voice is even sweet, yet Crowley can't help but react like this simply for being called nice or good.

Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

We have finally came to the last point. Yippe! Now this one is a bit tricky since it's not easily identifiable just by looking at someone.

This paranoid ideation or dissociative symptoms like depersonalization can occur in periods of extreme stress, and it is hard to judge that just by watching. A person could be walking, as an example, but still be dissociating even if they look completely normal. They might not actually be totally aware of what they are doing. (Transient means they last minutes or hours, by the way.) This becomes even harder to tell since Crowley continously wears those glasses, so we can't even see if his eyes look empty or anything.

That said, we know Crowley is super reactive, but during intense stressful times, like in season one when he learns that the end of the world is near and Aziraphale rejects to run away with him, it seems like he becomes unnaturaly calm whenever he perceives there's nothing else he can do. He looks just utterly exhausted and passive.

It's important to note that these symptoms are mostly caused by real or imagined abandonment too. I point that out because in the episode scene of season 2, after Crowley sees Aziraphale officially leaving and going to Heaven, he gets back in the car, but he doesn't immediately drive.

He starts it and just sits there in silence. He looks completely out of it, like he has just taken such a big blow he has trouble properly processing it. He doesn't look like he's there, in a sense. For a moment he's completely elsewhere. Even when he starts driving he doesn't look right to me.

Welp, that's it! If you had read this all congrats to you, and thank you. Also, I apologize for any spelling mistakes LOL.

Tell me what you think! :)

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20. Does Wyneer have any interesting facts regarding his creation?

This turned into me just rambling about making Wyneer and I'm so sorry.

I made Wyneer because me and some friends at the time decided to make DST mods together. My design prompt was "a jack of all trades." I pieced together inspiration from some old noh actor OCs of mine and imagery from a song I was obsesed with at the time and got Wyneer out of it.

The face on his mask used to be a lot smaller, and his hair less angular. You can see him become more DST-animatic-like over time... it's like putting a normal dog next to a pug.

His original outfit (not pictured bc the art sucked) was a lot fancier and later became the basis for his original guest of honour skin.

Wyneer originally had no name or gender or personality at all. He was supposed to be a blank slate and exaggerate certain personality traits through his masks...

...The problem was that I didn't have any masks. It took like six months for the first ones to get concept art. In that time, Wyneer developed an identity of his own. So the masks had to change into being different 'people'.

Wyneer himself hasn't changed very much, but his masks changed a lot. Under the cut I'll talk about the masks who made it into his mod, but here's two that didn't:

A kelp based mask, who was supposed to be used during seafaring. I think they got more stats from eating raw fish to allow them to stay at sea longer? They were very creature and liked to just sit in ponds.

A beefalo-wool mask who had an affinity toward animals. I don't have a whole lot of concept art of them because I drew them once and went "that's it that's the design."

Both of these masks got cut because ultimately I couldn't come up with anything for them to do that justified them existing. I don't think they'll ever come back.

As for the ones that made it in...

now let's talk about

The Masks

Here's some quick-fire things.

1. Fright n Flight, Brave Face and Laborious were the first masks I made, and I made them all together. Fright was the first to get modded in, Brave was the first to get sprites, and Lay was the first to develop an individual personality that wasn't part of Wyneer.

For the longest time the masks in his mod looked like this because they had no designs (that's Fright on the right):

2. Brave Face and About Face only exist because their names are puns, and their mechanics are based on those puns. Boutey was supposed to be a comedy/tragedy mask until he became whatever the hell he ended up as.

3. Going back to Brave, if you'll remember I said that Wyneer's masks added to his personality originally. Back then his masks had more abstract designs and weren't designed to emote. For a very small period of time, Brave was a dragon!

There's nothing left of this iteration other than his sharp teeth.

Fright was also a monster for a bit, but this was around the time I decided to make the masks people, so they became more reminisent of human faces instead.

Brave was the hardest mask to design. He used to be blue and green and resemble actual artefacts that were supposedly made by Celtic tribes, but the colours 1. looked bad digitally 2. bore no resemblence to any materials in Don't Starve. His final design was colour-picked from Wigfrid's Winged Victory set for cohesion.

It pains me that he's now a typical movie interprenation of generic Celtic things but it does make sense that Wyneer mistakenly thought that was what he should look like...

4. About Face and Jet Black were originally the same mask. About Face was originally "a rogue that becomes a tank" so his high sanity form couldn't be noticed by enemies unless he attacked them first.

It was a bit much, and I was debating making a crow feather mask, so I split that half of Boutey into Blake's original version. It got coded in but I ultimately didn't like it and removed it.

5. Wyneer had a whooole upgrade pyramid of masks involving different seasons. The idea was that there were four masks that had a season that suited them, and you could combine the masks together to sets of pairs to ultimately form a mask that consolidated all of their perks.

I got as far as making Crimson and Azure (summer and winter) before realising that the idea sounded cool on paper but introduced a lot of masks that were going to be redundant.

Wyneer did design Jet Black with the intent of him consolidating Crimson and Azure's abilities, but that's not quite what purple gems do.

6. Nightmare Face used to glow magenta, like the other Ruins stuff. However, DST's colour cubes wash out magenta into a disgusting grey colour under certain circumstances, so I changed it to red.

Klei later did the same thing with the Nightmare Werepig. I wonder if the same realisation happened to them.

7. The masks were originally supposed to have slightly different hair and wear Wyneer's clothes differently. I did the former for Brave and Boutey and immediately realised that it would be a nightmare and stopped doing it for the remaining masks.

8. Several of Wyneer's masks are based on venetian masks.

9. Wyneer's masks had a crafting tab icon before Klei nuked it. I still think it looks cool.

10. The masks in Wyneer's mod are fully animated and have a disgusting amount of sprites. I wanted each one to feel unique, so I drew them all from scratch. It took so long to make them all that you can see me getting better or rustier between each one... it was a lot of work, but I really enjoy searching for an emotion and seeing how each one looks.

11. Wyneer's masks are so unique that they broke the Modded Skins API and as of this post the hyperspecific glitch that effects him has not been fixed. Thanks Wyneer.

...I could go on forever, but this post is way too long...

As a sendoff, here are the beta inventory icons for the masks, for no particular reason.

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amoc94 · 1 year

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INFATUATION

Pairing : Seokjin x female OC (from reader's POV).

Genre : Yandere

Warning : Depiction of murder, dead body, anal sex switching to vaginal, unprotected sex (don't do this guys).

Wordcount : 2.7K

Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

List of Chapters here.

Part 9 - Labyrinth

He used to have bad dreams before. Fragments of flashbacks haunting him like monster under the bed in those children movies.

Always there watching him, he couldn't see it, but could feel their presence.

Maybe it was true what they said.

One shouldn't have feeling nor compassion when live in a world like his. It was what made him weak.

However, it wasn't a nightmare when those vision appeared when he was awake.

Ghost from the past kept coming back the more he wanted to forget.

One scene after another replayed like a black and white movie disturbed him at the time when he should have relaxed and rested at night.

The dream stopped once he succesfully mastered meditation technique, doing caligraphy, and learned to focus at things in his life that he could control.

Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't.

Tonight, it came back.

It was as if he was thrown back to that day, one cold night when he found her body, lifeless and naked on the ugly worn carpeted floor in front of the bathroom.

Blood smeared all over tile on the tub, the fresh scars, and her face. It formed blurry shards in his memory that became vivid once it manifested again in his vision.

There was an electric shock in his brain, a result of his unconscious defense mechanism that disrupt the dream and jerked him awake with heavy breathing and profuse sweat.

Sitting up, he threw a glance around the dark room, the glowing digital clock next to the bed showed fifteen past 01.00 a.m.

He turned to look at Aerin sleeping soundly wearing a thin lace camisole with matching panties. The room was freezing cold from the air conditioner blasting to full fan speed.

Leaning to her side, he tugged the quilt to cover her to the chest, then got down from the bed, fixing the sash of his kimono.

Yellow halogen light from the balcony seeped through the thick curtain eased his steps as he walked outside, pushing the glass door to the open air.

He was welcomed with cool breeze from summernight, and the view overlooking the courtyard along with tranquil sound of running water at the pond.

As he looked over the round fullmoon on the sky he couldn't help but recalled that fateful day.

He never resented his past too much, even he always tried to run from it. In some way he believed that everything happened for a reason, what moulded him to the man he was now.

Meeting with Aerin had always been a dilemma for him, giving him choices too difficult to decide, it kept him restless. Being with a man like him would never been easy, he knew that, -yet he still took her in. Despite what happened with the last woman that connected to him, he still couldn't let her go.

The image of her dead body in the small hotel he owned, a building he almost forgot it was on his proprietary list. It was small and shabby, barely sustained its ongoing business. Seokjin was having the thought to sell it once he saw the condition.

The more so after he witnessed of how men could become monster worst than animal.

He almost couldn't recognize her. Her hair was matted with blood, face swollen and several broken ribs, scattered scar on her skin also marred with caked dried blood. Autopsy determined that she was tortured and raped before they killed her.

Those people didn't know who exactly they were messed with, thinking he was just a rich man easy to blackmail. Somehow they found out about Kyoko and thought that she was his girlfriend.

While in reality, she was just a fling to Seokjin.

A little too long to be associated in a non-commital relationship. Three months was way overdue, he had never been in a permanent relationship before. Girls came and went from his life, sometimes he couldn't even remember their names after a week or so.

But Kyoko was an annoying persistent gold digger, Seokjin had a hard time to put firm idea in her mind, that the so called relationship was only temporary, never meant to be.

He loved the way she could satisfy him in bed, wasn't bothered with her demand for gift and money here and there, but that was just about it. He broke up from her two weeks before the incident.

When the call came, with her voice on the phone pleading him to transfer a hundred million won to the kidnapper, he dismissed it as one of the stunt she pulled to gain his attention.

It wasn't the first time.

The last wile she did was when she pretended to get pregnant and demanded him to marry her or she would expose him out.

Until he called Hoseok to send a high qualified gynecologist to check on her and she admitted her ruse. He got her away in the end, on the expense of twenty million won.

They found her body two days after the call.

For Seokjin, the murder wasn't personal. His heart had long froze along with his conscience and moral sense.

It was more about a blow to his ego and reputation. Also a hit to his financials.

Her death tainted the hotel reputation even more, no one wanted to buy it when it was released on the market.

The gang that abducted her didn't know who he actually was, so he had to educate them.

And to make a bold statement that imprinted to his name and interspersed through the underworld, it meant someone needed to be sacrificed.

So he asked Red Dragon to execute the work. Many kkangpaes were in desperate need of money, it wasn't difficult to pay them to kill.

Red Dragon was an organized crime with tight alliance with the yakuza. Usually he would avoid to be involved with them, but this time, he needed someone to do the deed without tainting his own hand.

They decided to mark the target on the youngest son of the gang leader, who was sixteen years old at the time.

His corpse was hanged over utility pole in the middle of busy street in Jongno, slashed on the neck, carved with Seokjin's name in hanja on his back.

It was all over the news and the NPA was in chaos trying to find the connection between a petty gang member with one of the most affluent businessman in South Korea.

Before they decided that Seokjin was likely their next target and needed to be protected instead. Same message interpreted differently, but either way it was all on his favor.

It was too big of a risk he was initially very hesitant to take especially to bump shoulder with the authority, but Jimin convinced him it was what needed to send the message across the crime world.

Don't mess with Kim Seokjin.

They might think they were powerful in their own world, but ultimately money speaks louder than any weapon.

He closed his eyes and breathed the night air, trying to get rid of the memory once again. The quiet night was usually the time he dreaded the most, when his conscious mind was at the loudest.

Always blamed himself with so many 'if only'.

Walking back to his room, he watched the woman that had occupied his room and his thought everyday since the first time he met her.

She was his salvation.

Whenever he was losing his mind, somehow her presence could bring back the sobriety he needed from time to time.

He climbed the bed and reaching to her sleeping form, gently removed the blanket.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer. Then he dipped in the crook of his neck, kissing on the skin softly, inhaling her scent.

There was a soft sigh escaped from her lips when she finally stirred awake, eyes slowly fluttered open and blinked at him in confusion.

"Jin ...oppa?"

"Sshh, ... you can continue to sleep. I just need something to hug."

He liked that she never changed her shampoo even when now she could afford more expensive brand.

He could tell her presence only by her scent alone.

"Something? I'm not a doll ...Oppa."

She chuckled, her lips was succulent pink and Seokjin could never be satisfied in tasting her.

"You are one very beautiful doll."

He slipped the camisole off of her, started to rain kisses on her naked chest.

Her nipple were perked up, he took it in his mouth and rolled it in his lips.

"Jin Oppa ..."

He was near her collarbone before the bruise on her left forearm caught his attention.

"What is this?"

She looked at him in bewilderment, then gazed at her arm.

"Ah, that ... I was late in tackling the attack, and Jimin managed to strike on my arm."

He hummed in response, carresing the purple bluish mark.

"It's your second training right? Should I ask him to wait until you recover?"

"No ... it's okay. I mean, you said it yourself, I need it for self defense, right?"

"That's my good girl."

He put her other nipple between his lips and started to suck.

She moaned loud when he licked the engorged buds alternately, biting and sucking in ryhthm.

He moved his fingers to her panties, ripping the fabric and threw it to the floor.

"Oppa, that's not cheap."

"Then buy another dozen."

He dipped two fingers inside her folds, while his lips sucked on her clit.

He liked to hear her moaned his name, running her fingers on his hair, demanded him to continue.

It was probably her scent that got him addicted to her, or maybe the way she tasted on his tongue, like some kind of pheromones.

He unknotted the sash of his kimono, and take of his boxer.

Stroking his cock several times until he saw the clear precum on the tip, he guided the head on her entrance and push it in one thrust.

She screamed again, this time there was pain in her voice. It usually took longer for him with the ministrations, but he needed the euphoric effect of the sex.

Fucking her was like narcotic for him, killed the pain and helped him creating another illusion. The stained glass of how he wanted his life to be.

"Show me how a good girl you are Aerin, and I will reward you accordingly."

His thrust turned rapid in no time, blood rushing all the way down to his core, numbing the pain he felt everytime he lost in the memory of his past.

He felt her muscle clenching around his cock, his lips moaning dirty curses when the head of his cock hit the right spot in her walls sending blinding effect in his vision.

His orgasm was nearing, but then he couldn't leave her without giving her release.

"Have you ... ever tried anal sex before?"

The words caught her in shock when she looked at him.

"Anal ... you mean from behind? Does it hurt?"

Seokjin kissed her forehead before spoke in low voice near her ear.

"It hurt only in the beginning, but then you will feel a different kind of pleasure. Besides ..." he carresed her cheek. The blush on her cheekbones made her looked younger than she actually was.

" ... you need to learn to handle the pain."

'Especially because you are my woman'

Kyoko's bloody face flashed in his mind and he abruptly turned her over, trying to rid the vision.

He helped her to be on her four, holding her hips to keep her in position.

He could feel his urgent need to cum but he decided he couldn't be selfish.

He spat on his two fingers, and rubbed it on her puckered hole. The mucles contracted in reflex upon the stimulation and his cock twitched over the view.

"Do you think you can handle it, baby? Or ... do you want me to stop?"

He couldn't see her face under the veil of her hair, and almost thought she would give up.

But she shook her head instead.

"No ... I ... I want to try. You said ... you will reward me?"

Seokjin smirked in satisfaction, his little fawn was getting smarter with each passing day of her living with him.

He plunged his fingers inside her ass, expanding the tight hole to prepare for the penetration.

It would hurt indeed, but she needed to get used to it.

He spat another glob of saliva to lubricate, and added another finger inside her.

"I'm going in, baby. Just tell me if you want me to stop now."

She shook her head again. Along the time living with her, he had learned that 'stubborn' was her middle name.

He positioned his cock on her, using his fingers to expand the tight hole.

Then in one powerful thrust, he went in completely.

Her scream was high pitched, echoing through the room, and Seokjin felt another delicious shock of arousal spread through his whole body.

He always had pain kink, he had restrained himself for so long not to hurt her more than she could handle.

When he started to move his hip, her cries turned to moan and they finally found the synchronized movement together.

"Yes ... oh god ..."

"You like it, doll? You want me to go faster?"

She nodded frantically while trying to keep her balance.

Seokjin tried his best to hold his release, keeping a stable pace while pounding into her, her juices became the much needed lubrication.

Until at some point he couldn't hold it anymore.

He pulled out abruptly, then slammed his cock inside her pussy, continuing to thrust in urgent speed.

They came together in the end, her body convulsed beneath him while his cock stiffened shooting a string of cum inside her walls.

He inhaled deep to catch his breathing, waiting until the haze dissipated.

He moved his hip once again, trying to prolong the sensation and milk himself dry.

When he finally pulled out from her, he hugged her from behind, laying down on the bed.

He carresed the skin on her shoulder blade where his name was permanently carved.

"This is very beautiful, like you."

He kissed the mark, there was a sensation of peace everytime he saw the scar.

"Your stamp of ownership, right ... Oppa?"

There was a hint of mocking tone in her voice, but he couldn't see her face to know for sure.

"I was going to say -stamp of protection, but ... I like the idea of ownership."

He heard her scoffed, and it sounded so cute coming from her.

"Protect me? From what? And how a scar can protect me?"

"I want to say, you will know someday. But, I definitely don't want something happened to you just to prove me right."

He could feel her relaxed form, a sign that she was about to fall asleep.

Seokjin kissed her temple, he felt overwhelmingly calm and at peace. It was the effect she brought on him every after he made love to her.

"Hmm, but how do I get rid of it when we break up later? Can I do the laser removal?"

Her words got him stilled in surprise, he lightly turned her over to face him.

"Why do you think about breaking up?"

"I don't think I can live like this in the long run. I want to work, Oppa. Like I used to before. It's getting bored doing nothing while you are at work. I need to busy myself."

He cuckled while patted softly on her hair.

"Oh Aerin... I never knew that you don't like to live like a princess. I'll think of something, ok? We better sleep now."

She nodded and looked away, letting him to embrace her from the back.

She was just too adorable sometimes. So cute and oblivious.

It was one of the reason why he fell in love with her.

"Btw, ... Aerin?"

"Mmh?"

She mumbled in a soft voice, almost drifting to sleep.

"Don't talk about breaking up, okay?"

She probably didn't hear it, when he got no response from her.

But he wasn't worried.

She wasn't going to leave him, because he would never let her.

Part 10

#yandere bts #bts fanfic #yandere jin #yandere kim seokjin #bts seokjin #bts smut #yandere!seokjin

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OC CREATOR EXCHANGE BINGO - Secret Identity/Disguises (Luke Skywalker x Jana Palpatine)

Thanks to @come-along-pond for doing the marking out and helping with some of the fic!

Something was off with Luke since the events at Cloud City. It was almost expected, given everything that happened. Han being taken, the fight with Darth Vader himself… losing both his hand and his only remaining tie to his long dead father. But this went beyond those.

Luke was isolating himself from everyone. Leia, Red Squadron, Chewie, R2, Threepio… her. It was enough that others had commented on it and Leia had even asked Jana point blank to talk to Luke. Why the other woman thought Jana could get through when no one else had was a mystery. Well, not so much… they were definitely more than friends at this point but what, Jana couldn't define.

So Jana found herself in the base's hanger - a place she never really frequented. Sure enough, when she got close enough to Red Five, she heard the sounds of tinkering. She waited for a pause before clearing her throat.

“Luke?”

A blonde head poked out from under the X-Wing. For a moment, she saw a glimpse of the bright eyed farm boy she had first met, before it was replaced by the same masked look he had taken to wearing - an attempt at being cheerful that didn't quite meet his eyes.

“Jana! Do you or Leia need something?”

“Can we talk? Somewhere… more private?” Whatever was going on with Luke, she knew it wouldn't be something he would want overheard. If he even opened up to her, that was.

“Yeah! Give me a moment to put my tools away.” Climbing out from beneath the X-Wing, Jana got her first good look at Luke - and she could tell what was bothering him was affecting other than just socially. It wasn't obvious but she could definitely tell he hadn't been sleeping.

As they walked back to Luke's quarters (private, of course; perks of being the Rebellion's poster boy and a commander, Jana supposed) the duo engaged in some small talk.

When the door had swooshed shut behind them, Jana declined the offer to sit on the cot. She tried to come up with the best way to confront Luke without outright confronting him, only for him to let out a soft sigh.

“Leia put you up to this, didn’t she?” He softly asked.

“We’re all worried about you. We care, Luke - whatever happened, whatever you’re going through: let us try to help,” she replied.

“I don’t want to stress any of you out more than you already are - besides, I’m… dealing with it. I promise.”

“Bantha shit. You aren’t sleeping. You’re probably also barely eating.” Bluntness, it seemed, was going to be the course of action. “You can tell me anything - or, if not me, Leia. Artoo, Threepio, Chewie… just talk to someone about what’s bothering you.” The last bit came out as a soft plea.

Even without her Force sensitivity on tight lockdown, Jana could see the conflict playing out on Luke’s face and knew what his decision was before he even spoke. Stepping around her, the young man engaged the lock mechanism on the door.

“I don’t want you to look at me differently, or treat me any different,” he began.

Jana had to hold in a huff. “Luke, you could be the secret child of some Imperial - ” Originally, she had been meaning to make a light poke at her own secret, but the barely perceptible flinch Luke gave at her attempt at humor cut her off.

“I promise I didn’t know - or, or that this is somehow going to affect my loyalty to the Rebellion - ” Luke rushed out, radiating panicked energy. It seemed now that this big secret was out, everything was spilling out, because it took Jana a couple seconds to process what he said next. “I wanted it to be a lie - but the Force said it wasn’t, and it doesn’t lie, and who would want to be related to Darth Vader anyway - ”

She blinked, feeling her world tilt slightly. “You’re… related to Darth Vader?”

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Luke gave the smallest of nods in confirmation.

And Jana really had to hold back a hysterical laugh. What were the odds? The son of Darth Vader - Right Hand of the Galactic Empire - and the daughter of Emperor Palpatine - Emperor of the Galactic Empire - meeting and becoming friends, much less whatever more-than-friends-thing they had?

Quickly she realized Luke was waiting on pins and needles for her response, including feeling around in the Force to know what she was truly feeling.

So she took a leap of faith and carefully unfurled her presence in the Force, both feeling and seeing the stunned look on Luke’s face. She knew this was probably the last conversation they would ever have - but she knew she had to do something for the young man to put him at ease.

Not sure how to put it into words, she showed Luke her memories from childhood - including the first time she had ever met the Emperor.

“Oh.”

All Jana can feel from Luke is shock, and she feels her heart begin to sink. Rapidly, she tightly coiled her Force presence around herself and headed for the door, fumbling slightly with the lock.

“I could care less about who your parents are, Luke - to me, you're still the same man I met back on Yavin IV,” she softly says as the door swooshes open.

Before she could leave, a hand gently encircled her elbow.

“The same goes for me, Jana,” Luke said in an equally soft voice.

The hand on her elbow was the only thing keeping her upright as she registered his words.

With the same gentleness, she felt his arms wrap around her into a hug, and she melted into it.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky from her relief.

“No, thank you. For trusting me.”

#oc exchange bingo #oc creator exchange #fyeahstarwarsocs #ocappreciationtag #star wars oc #ocs deserve better #*mine #oc: jana palpatine #ship: jana x luke #verse: light carries on endlessly

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DEFENSE MECHANISM (nolan booth)

(Gif not mine)

AN: i tried my level best to keep this gn. So i avoided fem/male pronouns to the best of my abilites. Pls lmk if i unkowingly added some.

(Pardon my grammar. Eng is not my first lang)

Req (?) : yes @icantthinkofanunqiueusername

icantthinkofanunqiueusername What about a Nolan Booth (Red notice) Reader insert, Where the reader is a fellow theif who wants the eggs jsut for the sake of having them, This creates a sort of rivalry between her and Nolan but its friendly and they work with eachother and Yeah, Shit happens and then they kiss and live happily ever after

You were sipping your (stolen) wine when you got an anonymous call, saying that someone was actually trying to steal the eggs of cleopatra. The eggs were what brought you into this line of business but you gave up when you couldn't find the 3rd one. You sold the other two eggs which set you up pretty nicely and funded your future "projects". When you got news that the third egg was being hunted down, your curiosity got the better of you. Who was the person who knew the location of the third egg?

THAT FUCKER? NOLAN FUCKING BOOTH? OF ALL PEOPLE IT HAD TO BE H I M ?

You wanted to curse every single being in the universe. Sure he was hot and good loking and incredibly sexy but he was also annoying, a bitch and a know-it-all. He had constantly managed to ruffle your feathers and make fun of you. You guys were initially good friends but there was a time when you guys almost kissed. That kind of caused Nolan to back off from the friendship you had and he started the whole "lets make fun of the only friend i have so that i dont have to actually tell my feelings thing." Ofcourse you knew this but you were still pissed that he wouldnt let you back in.

So naturally, when you got the tip off that he was helping anothet thief steal the egg, you tracked him down because you knew, Nolan would blindly walk into danger and then throw sarcastic comments as a defence mechanism. You wouldnt admit it, but a part of you whished he would be happy to see you. The other part just wnted to see the look on his face wheb you stole the egg from him.

(Time skip i'm so sorry)

You pulled your mask further down your face as you stood among Das' group of men. You eyed Nolan and saw him holding the egg. There was another woman and man with him and you couldnt help but feel jealous at the sight of them. Both of them were well built and you felt small in comparision. Shaking off the feeling, you jumped into action as tge car chase started. You drove the green army tank and almost caught up with Nolan before another tank hit into yours. The break meant Nolan and the others sped off. Sighing, you looked around for something that might help you. You found a map of the place and realised that the only escape in their direction was jumping into a pond. Smirking to yourself, you ran the opposite direction, and waited for the prize to fall into your hands.

(Another Time Skip I'm sorry >_< >_<)

You stood behind the bushes and waited for Nolan to get out of the water. You saw him climb out, hair stuck to his forehead and clothes stuck to his body, showing off his well - built structure. You snaped yourself out of your hungry gaze when you realised that he had been double conned by the bishops. You saw them handcuffing Nolan to a tree and running away. You stood in your spot for a few more minutes before making you way towards him.

"Miss me?"

The look on his face was far better than anything you couldve ever imagined. Oh how badly he wanted to kiss you.

"What're you doing here? Like seeing me handcuffed, do you?"

Ah there he was. Back at it again. The defence mechabism kicking in. You simply shrugged.

"Oh yes. It makes me want to do things" you replied, stepping closer to him. His eyes flickered onto your lips before looking into your eyes.

If he wasnt going to do it, you would. Besides, there wasnt anywhere he could run now, was there?

You smashed your lips onto his, and he reciprocated. You ran your hand along his chest and rested them behind his neck. When you broke apart for air, Nolan heard a click and fell his cuffs falling off. He looked over at you, impressed, before pocketing them with a wink.

#nolan booth #x reader #nolan booth x reader #dwayne johnson #john hartley #red notice #ryan reynolds #gn reader #nolan x reader #red notice film #red notice x reader #ryan reynolds x reader #bishops #sarah black

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{Image Sources: Dong Hua: https://daydaynews.cc/en/entertainment/419895.html Fengjiu: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1196337391276429/}

The family of three deities had bid adieu to their relatives in Quingqui and taken the magical boat to Bihai Cangling. Dijun and Fengjiu had both managed to handle their respective duties and arranged for messengers to visit them here at their new place of residence, actually their real home, for the next few months. They were all very excited about it.

Fengjiu was remembering their last visit fondly. The last time she had been here, she had spent some magical time with Dijun.

Dijun was also remembering his last visit. But there wasn’t any fondness in those memories for him. He had been there was to build the Star Light ward. He had not expected to come back alive to this place, much less to come back alive with his wife and son. He looked at Xiaobai and marveled at her. It had been her who had saved him and saved his home. She was the best. He lovingly played with her hair.

Gungun saw that they were about to reach to a beautiful landscape, the likes of which he had never seen. “Father, your home is so beautiful. It’s even better than the Sky Kingdom!”, he exclaimed clapping excitedly.

“Gungun’s reaction to Bihai Cangling is just like yours when you came here for the first time.”, said Dijun smilingly to Xiaobai. "It's your home too, Gungun. It’s our home.", he added. He liked the sound of that very much.

Xiaobai noticed that a lot had changed since she had last visited. Row of fruit trees and vines had been planted - grapefruits, pears and grapes. There was a long corridor with an artificial hill. The hill really looked like a real rocky mountain, just smaller than a mountain. On either side of the corridor there were beautiful trees of foiling flowers. Spiritual birds danced to ‘paying homage to the Phoenix’ near by.

Then there was a pavilion overlooking a lotus pond. White and pink lotuses swayed gracefully in a cool breeze there. White sandalwood on each side of the pavilion gave the seating area a perfect cover from sun.

Xiaobai recalled her own words from the last time she had visited. Dijun had done everything she had asked for. She was transfixed.

When they walked a little further, her jaw dropped to the floor. Sitting atop a slightly raised platform was a house. Not just any house - the bamboo house she had drawn! Oh, Dijun!!!! She stood dumbfounded with tears in her eyes.

Dijun realized she had stopped walking and turned around. When he saw her face he asked with worry, “What’s wrong? Did I mess it up?” Forgetting about Gungun watching them, she ran forward and hugged him. She buried herself in his arms and said, “No, Dijun. No mess up. This is perfect. You made our home. Our home!” She choked on her emotions and couldn’t say anything else. Dijun smiled and planted a kiss on her head.

Gungun was watching all this and came running. “Mother and Father are kissing again. I want a kiss too.”, he giggled. Dijun picked him up and twirled him high. His giggles and Dijun’s laughter filled the space. And Xiaobai’s heart. They were home.

When they went inside, Xiaobai realized that all the basic things they had planned for, had been done. There was a study, a living room and a well-lit, well ventilated kitchen. The large kitchen window overlooked the fruit trees. There were two identical rooms - one for Gungun and another for his little brother/ sister, as Dijun explained, his eyes hinting mischievously. It made Gungun very excited to think that he would have a playmate. Then there were a couple guest rooms. Dijun and Xiaobai’s room was a spacious suite with a large bed. A foiling flower tree was the headboard of that bed. They even had a nice little hot spring next to their room.

“Dijun, the house is great, but there’s still work to do. We have to set up the kitchen, the wardrobes and such.”, began Xiaobai. “If I do everything, what will you do?”, he interrupted her, pretending to be arrogant and tapped her forehead. Then he leaned in and whispered in her ears “But I have already done so much work here. You owe me big this time. I will collect my dues from you at night.” Seeing her cheeks instantly color up pleased him.

There was a balcony behind their room. It overlooked a large playground with targets set up for practicing archery, an open space for sword plays and martial arts. On one side was another building. “That is a workshop where we can forge weapons. I have also placed all the weapons I have made or collected in a room in there. I am sure you will like it.”, said Dijun. She looked at him with pride in her eyes. Dijun felt that all his efforts had been completely worth it.

“I am so hungry, mother. When can we eat?”, asked Gungun. “You and Father can put your things in your rooms. I will quickly get food ready.”, said Xiaobai patting him. They all went their separate directions and got busy.

After some time they all got together in the dining room and ate a simple but delicious meal. Fengjiu had found that right next to the kitchen was a vegetable and herb garden. She had picked some fresh veggies to prepare rice porridge and mushrooms-vegetables stir fry. Some lentil cakes rounded up the meal. She had always been good in cooking. Her years in mortal realm had helped her perfect the art of making do with whatever was available.

After they cleared up all the food, Fengjiu wanted to go to her room and take a nap. But Dijun insisted they go to the lotus pond and catch some fish. She almost suspected that he wanted to keep her away from their bedroom. “May be he has made a mess in there with all the stuff. I better not go in there or else I will end up cleaning everything myself.”, she thought to herself as she followed her guys to the pond. When they got there, she rested her head in Dijun’s lap and dozed off happily.

She woke up a little while later when tiny hands were trying to tap on her head. "Mom, wake up! Look I caught a fish!! My first ever fish!!!", Gungun was showing off with eyes wide with excitement. She couldn't help by smile at him. "I will make sweet and sour fish for dinner tonight with this. You both like it, don't you?" She said. Two heads full of silver hair nodded in fervent agreement. "Like father - like son", she chuckled.

She completely lost herself in cooking dinner. In addition to sweet and sour fish, she also made sticky rice and soup. "For Dijun and Gungun. They need this nourishment.", she told herself. All this was gobbled up pretty quickly between the three of them.

After dinner they took off for a long walk that led them back to the weapon forge. Dijun took them in and Fengjiu was like a kid in the candy store. She enjoyed designing and creating mechanical weapons. Among other things, this was something she and Dijun had in common. Gungun was quite curious and looked around with amazement. But he was slowly beginning to get tired and needed to get to bed. So they all returned homewards.

"You take him to his room and get him ready for bed. I will bring him a glass of milk. He will sleep well with that.", said Dijun. Fengjiu nodded and walked away holding Gungun's little hand. In his room, she helped him bathe and change. They both were happy they didn't need to dye his hair anymore. As she was settling him in his bed, Dijun came in with a glass on milk in his hand. He made sure Gungun finished it up. Then they both dimmed the candles, kissed Gungun sweet dreams and left the room.

When they reached the doorstep of their bedroom, Dijun gestured Fengjiu to stop. "What's wrong?", asked Fengjiu puzzled. "Close your eyes.", ordered Dijun. "Why should I?", replied Fengjiu more puzzled. "Please, Xiaobai. Do as you are told.", Dijun coaxed her. So she sighed and closed her eyes. "You are acting very weird tonight.", she said.

She found herself being lifted in his arms. She felt the door opening and he walking in with her.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Feng Jiu asked. "Not yet, just a little bit longer.", Dijun replied. She could feel the smile in his voice.

"What's going on? I am opening my eyes now." She nagged him anxiously as she felt herself being lowered on something extremely soft.

"Wait. Just a few more moments.", Dijun replied as he adjusted her clothes. "Okay, you can open your eyes now.", he said.

She was so not ready for what she was seeing. The room had been transformed. It looked like a bride's chamber on a wedding night. There was an altar placed for heaven worship ceremony. Gold, white and purple lanterns adorned the ceiling. Matching candles, flower arrangements and curtains hung everywhere. Every seat in the room and the whole bed was covered in foiling flower petals. She was draped in her wedding gown. And then as she turned towards Dijun she saw that he himself was looking extremely handsome in his wedding attire. Nothing in the room was nearly as mesmerizing as the sight of the regal man himself. He took her breath away and she could not help but stare at him open mouthed.

"I never gave you a proper wedding. I have regretted that very much.", he said huskily as he walked towards her with a purple veil. "Tonight, let's get married, Xiaobai.", he said softly as he came close and arranged the veil over her hair. She didn't know what to say or do. She was completely under his spell.

He led her by her hand towards the altar. They kowtowed to the heaven and earth. They remembered her parents and kowtowed for them. Then they bowed to each other. Very carefully he lifted her veil and took her hands in his.

"In all three eternities you are the only one who has moved my heart, Xiaobai. You, little fox, will always belong to me.", he looked deeply into her eyes and promised possessively.

She smiled with stars in her eyes and promised him back, "In any eternity I will bring you in my life. Because I love you the most Dijun, you will always belong to me."

He leaned in and planted kisses on her face. He kissed her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her nose and then covered her lips with his. He felt her respond to him and deepened the kiss. She trembled and moved closer in his arms. Slowly he moved to her ear. "Ever since I have had this dress made for you, I have imagined so many ways I would like to undress you from it.", he teased huskily. "Um? So you got this elaborate and extravagant dress made only so that you could undress me from it?", she asked pulling back and squinting her eyes at him. "HHmm.. ", he pursed his lips and nodded solemnly. "You are so... ", she started to say, but completely lost her train of thought under his hot, hungry gaze. He claimed her lips again and started undressing her.

#dong hua x feng jiu #fengjiu #bai feng jiu #ten miles of peach blossoms #dong hua dijun #dijun #eternal love of dream #cdrama #chinese drama #dong hua #xiao bai #bai gun gun #vengo gao #dilireba

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sherl-grey · 3 years

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Your wips all sound so amazing!! could you tell us more about 10 and 14 🥺 ?

hello, of course!!! text below the cut since this is longggggg 💖

10 "ElevenRose proposal thing" was just me rambling a bit after seeing this post; it's only like a page long and I don't really have any plans for it, and I'm guessing I'd need to ask the artist if I wanted to post it? I don't really know how fan-interaction-etiquette works. Here's the opening though:

Like most things in his life, it hadn’t been planned. And similarly like most things in his life, he wishes it had been.

Like most of his moments with Rose, he couldn’t help it. Something about her simply obliterated any brain-to-mouth filter that he tried to construct, leaving him utterly helpless to control himself and his silly mouth when confronted by a sparkle in her eyes and that lovely, tongue-touched smile. He supposed that maybe it scored a point or two for romance--his inability to refrain from handing her both of his hearts on a silver platter, as if she hadn’t already stolen them quite a long time ago. But she deserved more, meticulous planning and thoughtful gestures and smooth romance and gentlemanly charm and extravagant treatment and--

Well, everything.

14 "an ElevenRose reunion fic where Rose parented Jenny and Jack tries to call her when Jenny gets arrested, but he accidentally also calls Eleven’s TARDIS when he has all three Ponds on board, and yeah, it’s kind of a mess. I also gave up on this one but can’t bear to delete yet" is in fact a disaster. I can’t imagine I’d ever continue this one because I’d have to redraft most of it but it was pretty fun while I was working on it.

So basically Rose and Tentoo were together and travelling in their own TARDIS for a long time; Tentoo knew he couldn't protect Rose to the extent his Time Lord self could've, so he'd built all sort of alien superspy gear for them to give them every advantage possible. But she didn't age and he eventually died and she kept travelling on her own but she obviously didn't really take care of herself; the first chapter is her dying to save a group of women that she broke out of prison in the midst of trying to stop a sex trafficking mess (she has grenade earrings and shit like that, it's pretty fun), and then waking up in her original universe courtesy of Bad Wolf.

The second chapter, which I never finished because I skipped right to the middle, would've been her crashing on Messaline on the day the Doctor left and running into Jenny, who Tentoo would've told her about; she'd raise Jenny and eventually take on companions. Fun detail that I didn't write enough to fully include yet: she and Tentoo had lifeline bracelets that sort of let each other know they were okay and tracked each other's vitals; she gave his to Jenny after they'd bonded a bit, and that does quite a number on Eleven's hearts to see.

Eventually (yeah, don't ask me how long this thing was gonna roll for, I don't know) Jenny will try to do something good but go about it the wrong way and will be imprisoned on a planet Rose has good relations with; unfortunately, Jack will be the one to find out (Rose will obviously keep in touch with everyone in the way the Doctor is garbage at) and when he calls the TARDIS it will call both TARDISes. Here's part of that chapter:

The insistent beeping of the TARDIS console is what finally draws the Doctor out of his burrow beneath the grating.

“Surely those wires weren’t that important,” he grumbles, glancing down at the offending and quite frayed tangle of copper that he’d just ripped aside to clear a pathway to the panel he’s been trying to access for almost a week now. But a glance at one of the console screens informs him that the beeping is not, in fact, a mechanical issue, but actually a distress call. From Earth. Cardiff, even.

“What is it? What’s happening?” Amy’s Scottish accent rang loud above her husband’s and daughter’s voices, and the Doctor smiles faintly as his three companions come treading into the console room at different paces. All of them are in various states of disarray--he dreads to think just what substance exactly is currently drying on Rory’s shirt, especially if River’s smirk has anything to do with it--and for a moment his hearts lurch for the last time he had a full TARDIS like this. The night he had the biggest family in the world for just a moment, right before he’d had to give it all up.

“Distress call,” he manages, mentally shaking his thoughts out and starting the flight sequence to lock in on the call. “If I’m not mistaken, this may even be an old friend.”

“You have friends?” Amy asks with a smirk, and he rolls his eyes fondly as Rory elbows her none too subtly. Very possible that Rory picked up on his earlier melancholy, he notes idly. If anything, traveling on the TARDIS has only made the man more perceptive than ever.

“21st century Earth, your favorite” River notes as she circles the console, flicking a few switches as they land. She smiles in smug satisfaction when the landing is smoother than any of his solo flights, and he offers a weak smile in return as he tries desperately to forget days of hard landings throwing him to the floor and laughter filling the room. Centuries later and he’s still being haunted by the one person he wanted desperately to keep and couldn’t.

“Cardiff, too, if I’m not mistaken,” the Doctor says, hurrying over to the TARDIS doors and flinging them wide to see Jack Harkness’s startled face staring back at him. “Yep! Cardiff! Torchwood, even. Hmph. Should’ve landed outside, followed the signal a little too perfectly,” he adds, scowling up at the ceiling momentarily and frowning at the impatient hum he got in return.

“Doc?” Jack asks nervously, his face a shade too pale.

The Doctor frowns, feeling his companions exit the TARDIS around him but paying them no mind. “Surely it’s not that shocking when the person you sent a distress call to arrives? I know I’ve a habit of dropping in at random but really, you literally invited me this time. Oh! Is it the face? Blimey, maybe it’s the face, I didn’t even think about when in your timeline this might be.”

“Yeah, new face,” Jack says quickly, shooting a look at the others in the room, and it’s only then that the Doctor takes a good look around. There’s an Asian woman and a handsome man who both look vaguely familiar, and that one woman who is the spitting image of her ancestor, who’d given her life up for the Gelth oh-so-long ago. They seem to be eyeing him and his companions cautiously, almost like…

“Right, okay, pull the other one,” the Doctor says blandly, distantly registering the snicker from Amy. “Once upon a time you could build a whole life upon lies, Harkness, but you’re hardly fooling me now, not to even mention the expressions your crewmates are wearing. You called me, but you didn’t expect me to actually come. Why?”

Jack stares at him for a moment, inner turmoil visibly brewing in his eyes, and the Doctor can tell that he’s trying and failing to find the words that he wants before he finally settles on a single terse sentence. “We didn’t call you.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, I literally traced--”

“We really didn’t call you,” the other man tries to interject.

“Look, I just assumed Jack explained this to you since you’re his team, but maybe he was being polite and keeping a mate’s secret--I might have a different face, but I’m still--”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jack says, cutting him off in annoyance. “We didn’t call you. Any of you.”

This gives the Doctor a pause, and River takes her opportunity to cut in. “Don’t be ridiculous, that call was specifically sent to seek out a TARDIS. Even more specifically: his TARDIS, even if it weren’t the only one in the universe.”

“Actually--” the Asian woman starts before Jack shakes his head vigorously and cuts her off.

“Don’t,” he says to her, making eye contact with each member of his team briefly before turning back to the Doctor and his companions. “Look, sorry, I’m usually not this rude, especially not in the presence of such beautiful company,” he says, flashing a flirty grin in the direction of the Ponds. “But you guys really need to leave. Now. This was a mix-up. Look, come back another time. Mickey, Martha and Donna are out on another mission, but come visit another time and we can all catch up.”

“Oi, he’s here to help, so stop being so rude--” Amy begins, but the Doctor talks right through her, earning a scowl in his direction. It’s all of the little things adding themselves up--the rude reception from strangers in apparent distress, the lack of an introduction from the Doctor even though he clearly knew these people, or at least “Jack”, and now the blatant lack of attention, even to the point of directly disregarding her words. Rory strokes her arm comfortingly, but the Doctor absentmindedly notes with a wince that there is most definitely an argument coming in his future once they’re all back aboard his ship.

“No, I want to know exactly how this can be a mix-up, because River was right. You can’t just accidentally call the TARDIS. Well, I’m sure someone can--hell, Donna even teleported right in that one time--but not you,” he says, eyes narrowing at Jack. “You knew exactly what you were doing, even if it didn’t bring the results you’d expected. And we’ve already established that this is different than just getting me at the wrong point in my timeline.”

“Technically, I never said it wasn’t--”

“Don’t bother trying to lie. Just spit out whatever it is that you’re hiding,” the Doctor says, losing patience. “Was that or was that not a distress call? I dread to think--”

The sound of the TARDIS materializing while they’re not in it has the Doctor and all of his companions jumping in shock. He whips around to confirm that his TARDIS is not, in fact, abandoning him--no, instead he sees the impossible: another TARDIS, nearly identical save the bright red paint and “PUSH TO OPEN” sign, materializing just off to the side of his own ship, and perhaps a bit in front.

Jack lets loose a rather impressive string of alien curses--the Doctor idly counts no fewer than eight different languages and would’ve complimented the man if he wasn’t so distracted by the inconceivable sight before him.

“Well, I know I’m immortal, but I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m officially dead now,” Jack says glumly in English, and the Asian woman snorts while the two others shoot him sympathetic grimaces.

#asked and answered #candyholly #embarrassing drafts out in the open lmao #my fic

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