#pavrin

Pav x Karin!

Sketch of Davrin as a rebel pilot and Rook Pace Thorne as a wee (not wee, very large) scoundrel for the Star Wars AU!

(Drew this while rewatching Empire Strikes Back, my most beloved of the films)

Fandom: Fear & Hunger Pairing: Pav/Karin Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,120

For the prompt 'Second War'.

The Bremen sex underground was alive.

It was a real seedy place, one you had to climb down some stairs to get to. The club was bustling with people in leather, latex, and lace. They all had a strange, dangerous quality to them. Yet, when you sat and talked with them, they were some of the most open-minded people you’d ever meet.

This was Karin’s fourth night visiting this place. Over that time, she must’ve interviewed about fifty people. They were all quite eager to anonymously talk about their reasoning for what they did. Many answers came; from freedom to release to darkness.

These clubs weren’t much of a ‘thing’ before the war, but now a subculture was established. There were several running theories for why this was. One side said that the war was bringing out sadism and darkness in Bremen’s subjects, but Karin disagreed.

See, the people frequenting these places always existed. But now, they had a space to share their interests. Not only that, but the desire to be free in your love and sexuality was much stronger in times of war, Karin could attest to that. These people needed release, and they simply deviated from the norm. Such was true of the freakish philosophers of Rondon, so these interests were always present.

Karin, and she had to insist, was not part of this crowd. She simply understood them. She could never imagine herself being choked or tied up. She wrote it off the moment she heard of such a thing. It was fine for others, but certainly not her. Karin struggled to think of herself as a sexual being at all, it brought a sort of anxiety to her chest. She was so different from the slim and tall dominatrix who always knew what to say or the small and weak-willed submissive that squealed like a piglet.

Either way, she had interviewed all sorts of people. Men, women, submissives, dominants, multiple nationalities, and races. It was truly amazing how many different types of people could be found in these places. But, there was one demographic she still couldn’t bring herself to get answers from.

Bremen soldiers.

Unfortunately, soldiers tended to frequent these places, though most of them chose brothels. Still, there was at least one hanging around, looking for someone to terrorize.

Really, Karin should’ve been more resilient in these matters, but during the past few nights, her hatred for the Bremen army had overridden her desire for answers. She justified it to herself. It wasn’t as if this article wasn’t provocative enough, and it would likely be shot down by her publisher. But still, her curiosity would be what killed her.

She sat at the bar sipping an old fashioned with a slinky black evening dress adorning her body. It was one of the only revealing items she owned, the neckline dipping down to expose her cleavage.

It wasn’t long before the bartender came back toward her, sliding her another glass. He was a young man with piercings all over his face. Karin saw those things all the time here, she almost wanted one herself. Not to wear forever, of course, but just for the experience of getting one. She wondered how much it hurt.

“The gentleman over there bought you a drink,” he said, motioning his head to the right and eyeing her, “enjoy, dear.”

She looked over to the other side of the bar. There were two men, one dark haired man and a blond Bremen lieutenant in uniform. They always wore their fucking uniforms to this place, like they were a stand-in for the military-esque leather get ups the others wore. Karin glared at him, and he smiled at her, resting his chin in his hand. Oh Gods, don’t let it be him.

not now bc other projects