Show Me Your Claws By Raethye

Show Me Your Claws by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 32.4K, complete

Tags: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Alternate Universe, Shapeshifters, Hybrids, Near Future, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Serial Killers, Original Character(s), Blood and Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Detectives, Sex Work, Speciesism, Lust at First Sight, Explicit Sexual Content, Imprinting, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Beast Mode Sex, Bondage, Explicit Consent, Safeword Use, Abuse of Authority

A killer is hunting the sex workers of New Seoul. Detective Kim Seokjin needs someone on the inside to help. Falling in love with that someone was never part of the plan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43412568

In 1960, SAG and WGA struck to force management to adapt to the new technology of television. Without that strike and the agreement it birthed, residual use payments would not exist.

My parents stole nearly all of my salary from my entire childhood. My Star Trek residuals were all I had, and they kept me afloat for two decades while I rebuilt my life. I have healthcare and a pension because of my union. The AMPTP billionaires want to take all that security away so they can give CEOs even more grotesque wealth at the expense of the people who make our industry run.

To give some sense of what is at stake: There are actors who star in massively successful, profitable, critically acclaimed shows that are all on streaming services. You see them all the time. They are famous, A-list celebrities. Nearly all of those actors don't earn enough to qualify for health insurance, because the studios forced them to accept a buyout for all their residuals (decade of reuse, at the least) that is less than I earned for one week on TNG. And I was the lowest paid cast member in 1988. They want to do this while studio profits and CEO compensation are at historic highs.

I mean, if not now, when? And I haven't even touched on AI and working conditions.

We must fight for the future of our industry in the face of changing technology, the same way our elders did in 1960. So today, my Spacemom and I went to the place where it started for us, way back when, to do just that.

I see all your support. It means so much. Thank you.

Drawing of Hanbok Hongjoong for my friend Lyric

Tool: Procreate

Brushes: Oil Paint, Soft Blender (details)

Brushstrokes: 17,537

Time tracked: 7h12m

JHOPE Me, Myself & J-Hope ‘All New Hope’ Photo-Folio (scan © mahoneysuga)

Rain Over Fresh Cut Grass - A MiniMoni a/b/o Fic

Oh, All the Pastabilities - A YoonJinMin Fic

Title: Rain Over Fresh Cut Grass

Ship: MiniMoni

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 5.2k, one shot

Snippet

It's like an olfactory mack truck to the face. Jimin is sitting on a park bench eating his lunch with his best friend, Taehyung. It’s a peaceful day at the end of sprint when the weather is clearing and summer is just around the corner. Their bench faces out over a small lake where joggers pass and the occasional parent with a small child chases ducks along the water’s edge. There’s nothing extraordinary about the day at all when Jimin swears he hears a bell ring and then it hits him. His nostrils tingle and he catches the scent of grass after a fresh rain. Not too unusual given they are in a park, but it hasn't rained in weeks. 

Jimin whips his head around, trying to find the source of the scent. There are people passing by on the nearby path behind them that winds through the park and takes pedestrians from one side to the other. A desperation Jimin can't name fills his chest as his eyes scan those closest to him, but already the smell is fading. He pushes the container of kimbap into Tae's lap and stands up. 

"...and then Seokjin-hyung refused to share his snack with me. Can you believe- Jiminie? What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Don't you smell that?" Jimin asks as he sniffs the air, trying to figure out which direction the source of the scent went.

Tae frowns and lifts his chin to gently sniff the air. His nose scrunches. "All I smell is you," he frowns. "You smell like burnt cinnamon. What's wrong?" The omega is already putting the lid back on their lunch and gathering their things to trail after Jimin. 

Now that the scent is in Jimin's nose, it's all he can smell. He walks a little ways down the path before realizing the scent is getting weaker and turning around to go the other way. "Seriously? It's so overpowering, why can't you smell it?"

"What does it smell like?" Tae asks as he changes direction and follows Jimin. 

"Like the greenest grass after a spring rain. Like growth and nature," Jimin mutters, his focus intent on finding the source. There's a clawing in his chest like his inner alpha is trying to figure out who the unique smell belongs to, because it has to be a person. No way is this an artificial scent. 

Tae sniffs again. "I got to tell you man, we're in a park and there's the smell of grass everywhere. Right now everything smells like burnt snickerdoodles because of you, though." 

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