radchmeme | NSFW Prompt Post

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This is the NSFW section of the meme. The safe for work post is here.

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No sex scenes with characters under 17.
Also no on screen depictions of rape.
Weird kinks are fine.
Post your prompt with the characters or ship in the title and the details in the body.
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Tisarwat knew Amaat had cursed her to eternal misery.

Oh, stop being so disgustingly dramatic.

No, it was true, though. She knew this because even though 99.999999% of the vast oceans of ancient memory were nothing more than a dark blur, she could recall in perfect clarity sipping tea while Justice of Toren sat across from her practically vibrating in concealed rage, and smiling because oh, how beautiful. How lovely.

Tisarwat sat in an Undergarden tea shop, laughing and making witty comments just often enough to keep control of the conversation between this bunch of slightly drunk teenagers, and she sipped her cup of arrack and tasted tea and choked. Desperately, she looked around at all the faces, attaching names and houses to them. She had to figure out all the connections, she had to find out all the pressure points on this station, because Fleet Captain- well, Fleet Captain actually hadn't ordered her to do it, but if Fleet Captain was going to keep this system safe, she would need power, and Tisarwat could get that for her, better than anyone. It wasn't a job she'd been given but if she did it well then Justice of Toren- Fleet Captain, Fleet Captain, Fleet Captain- would be pleased with her and Tisarwat needed that more than anything and she didn't know why.

Stupid, stupid-

She's just an ancillary, just a fascinating amusement you don't need her respect-

She drank more.

Why did you give this to me, why is knowing this important? She asked the question only in her head, she wanted to write it down to get it out but then Ship would see. Ship probably knew already. She'd been so sure of Mercy of Kalr, so confident she knew everything about it and how to control it. She hadn't discounted the possibility that Justice of Toren would discover her scheme, but the possibility had been somewhat exciting.

When it actually happened she'd wanted to die so much she hadn't been able to appreciate the inhumanly strong pressure on her throat but now the sense memory kept jolting at her whenever Fleet Captain gave her so much as a glance and she didn't want it. Get it out.

She should have picked a different victim, Tisarwat thought, not a teenager with all these inconvenient- hormones. When she'd been that great incomprehensible vastness she hadn't gone hot and fluttery over strangers all the time. But it wasn't like Fleet Captain was even pretty. She was old, much older than Basnaaiad, and she had all these scars, and her face was flat and a bit lumpy. Not beautiful like Basnaaiad or Piat or even awful awful Raughd. And even if she had been pretty she'd still be- she'd still be the Captain. Whenever she gave Tisarwat that flat stare Tisarwat felt like she was ten years old and four feet tall and she just wanted to wither up and die. But that oh, she hates me so, how lovely and that arm pushing her up against the wall got all mixed up with the teenage heat and flutters and Tisarwat's life would be misery forever.

Ship had to know. Ship could see perfectly how she reacted to the sight of the captain, or her voice, or mention of her. If Mercy of Kalr ever mentioned it to the captain... oh God, please let Amaat strike her dead before that ever happened.

She laid on her bunk in the dark, a little kid in a grown-up officer's quarters, and shut her eyes touched herself and tried to think of Piat's curves or Basnaaiad's full mouth but all she could think of was a stern, rough voice saying "Lieutenant," disapprovingly, of a heavy arm resting awkwardly on her shoulders and the smell of the Fleet Captain's uniform when she'd covered it with her tears.

She cried again, tears of rage and embarrassment, and punched her pillow with one hand.

Pathetic.

But she didn't stop.

(OP)

Tisarwat knew Amaat had cursed her to eternal misery.

That's when I knew this was going to be awesome. And so it was. Poor Tisarwat, her life sucks so much that the melodrama is entirely warranted, but she's too old and self-aware not to be disgusted by it even so.

- well, Fleet Captain actually hadn't ordered her to do it, but if Fleet Captain was going to keep this system safe, she would need power, and Tisarwat could get that for her, better than anyone.

Yep. That's her, that's Tisarwat.

She's just an ancillary, just a fascinating amusement you don't need her respect-

!!! That is such a clear explanation of Tisarwat's whole tangled thing about Breq and Basnaaid (spelling note, btw: Basnaaid ends with "id", not "ad".) Of COURSE for the Anaander part of Tisarwat's personality, the worst possible thing would be to want Breq's respect, to look up to Breq. That makes so much sense.

Why did you give this to me, why is knowing this important?

ANAANDER WHAT THE FUCK, DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK TISARWAT!YOU HAD A CHANCE WITH BREQ?

oh, she hates me so, how lovely

Anaander. Please.

Ship had to know.

Poor, poor Mercy of Kalr.

NSFW Prompt Post

FILL Unrequited and unwanted crush, Tisarwat/Breq

Re: FILL Unrequited and unwanted crush, Tisarwat/Breq