#// and once he's made his vibe checks man is in it to win it

[thanatologie]

honestly, it's easy to gauge the emotional intelligence / maturity of someone by how they react to to the harding-emmrich conversation about rook and emmrich's relationship.

[thanosscross]

.....I don't think it's a surprise I'm here 😌, but my request. Could I request a top x reader where daesung spots a dancer at a dance competition, and invites them to choreograph their routines and dance with them on stage? But that's how top gets to know they bc they have a lot of parts together??

P.S will always be lurking and sprinting to the notifs from u love your works always 🫶🫶🫶♠️💫

Of course!! I actually love this concept so fucking much! <333 and p.s I appreciate you <3333

New feeling - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader

Summary: After winning a dance competition, a certain BigBang member scouts you to be their chorographer, leading you and Seung Hyun to experience new feelings for the both of you

Warnings: None :))

You weren’t the put yourself out there type, always keeping to yourself, doing what made you happy and just going with the flow. You had a somewhat big competition tonight, for some it was just money, but for you? You were trying to get your name out there without having to put yourself out there. Growing up you were always in and out of dance classes, being kicked out repeatedly as you’d never follow the taught choreography or you’d take it upon yourself to teach everybody in your class new choreography for competition. Once you turned eighteen though you stopped with competition groups and started to branch out on your own, instead always making it a point to work on your own dancing or teaching others, you couldn’t help it, with how your mind processed things you felt like nobody could execute the choreography properly with you whenever you did it.

You were actually having a lot of fun, passing each section of the dance competition with ease, you felt like you weren’t even doing practice, just dancing for fun at this point as you approached the top two. You walked off stage, taking a moment as the announcer spoke about the competition’s sponsors, etc, etc, you didn’t care, you were more concerned about the cold water you were downing like you hadn’t had a drink in months. Unknown to you Dae-Sung watched rather closely as you walked off the stage, trying to get any idea of how you were personality wise before coming to you with his offer, but as he watched you kneel down hugging your niece tightly before taking a picture he had his mind decided. He was going to ask you to help with BigBang’s choreography, after the last choreographer quit because of how many hours were required of them, they were desperate for a new one, YG sending each boy out to different competitions to try and spot somebody to help them.

Walking back onto the stage you fixed your jacket, waiting for the music to start smiling with glee as you heard one of your favorite songs, turn it up, it was a song you had heard as a teenager and immediately found a vibe with, it actually being the first song you ever choreographed a dance to, so you went back to your roots, following each move like you had just did it the other day. As the song ended you noticed the announcer holding his left hand in the air, your side, you had actually pulled off winning. Now the proud owner of a thousand dollars and a year free pass to a dance studio in town you walked off the stage, happily walking towards the doors to leave, stopping whenever you felt a hand brush against your shoulder. “Excuse me?..miss?” You heard as you turned around, smiling as you saw a young man not much older than you, his hair perfectly styled over his eyes “my name is Dae-Sung, I watched you throughout the competition, you were amazing!” He smiled offering his hand out to shake yours “thank you, Dae-Sung! My name is Y/n, do I know you from somewhere you look so familiar?” You asked tilting your head, you could’ve sworn you’ve seen his face and heard his name before “Oh! My apologies! I’m a somewhat famous k-pop star, anyways! We’ve been looking for a new choreographer for my group, and I was wondering if you’d want to stop by and check everything out? See if you’d be interested?” He offered, you smiled sweetly before nodding your head “okay..yea that sounds nice! Just, message me a time and place” you smiled softly handing him your number “I’m so sorry but I do have to leave, my sister and niece are outside waiting” you smiled softly before bowing slightly “it was nice to meet you” you added before you rushed outside smiling excitedly at your niece as you cheered something about free ice cream for life.

It would be two weeks of Dae-Sung telling his friends all about you and your work before they actually met you, YG wanting to make sure he approved before the boys ever met you. Whenever you walked into the giant dance studio you were in awe, who the fuck were these people? As you walked further in you took notice to the one man you recognized, before it all hit you, of course, Dae-Sung with a famous group in K-pop? How did you not realize? You tried to keep yourself calm as you shook everybody’s hands “Hi..everybody..I'm Y/n, I guess...I'm your new choreographer for a bit as a trial period, uhm...One thing about me is I take my job seriously, because it's not just a job, it's a passion I've had since I was a kid, so if you can't keep up with what I have, then you know where the boss's office is" You explained looking at the boys and back up dancers trying to show a stern serious front, but your nervousness showed through as you started showing the boys where their marks would be and how they needed to stand. Groaning loudly you marched over to Seung Hyun, eyeing him closely "Why won't you just do what I ask?" You asked almost like it was a challenge, everytime the beat would start Seung Hyun would do his own thing, minimizing your chorography to almost nothing.

The boys found it amusing the way Seung Hyun would purposely do things to frustrate you throughout your first few weeks of being their chorographer, either minimizing your hard work, or not paying attention, or making his own moves instead of doing what was planned. That was your guys' dynamic though, Seung Hyun was the only one who could get on your nerves without you kicking him out of the room for the night, you had a rule though, if he ever did get kicked out, just like everybody else you had a three strike rule, three kick outs and you went to management to have something done about it. Walking into the studio you sighed, you had choreographed half a tour so far and with each show that passed you were getting more and more upset, as you'd watch the show from your spot with the stage manager and lights operator, you couldn't help but notice the awkwardness between Seung Hyun and any dancer you paired him with, you understood and tried your best to work around his issue with touching people and vice versa, but there were some things you needed him to do, and it just wasn't working. So walking into the next rehearsal you eyes immediately found the two people your eyes were stuck on the previous night "Seung Hyun! Se-Yun! What was that last night? Everything you two did last night was wrong, Am I just here for no reason? Like if you're not going to do what I'm putting my time and hard work into showing you, why am I here?" You asked harshly, you weren't meaning to come off so harsh, but between management, your own struggles with it, and the fact it's happened three times now, you were growing really pissed off. The others watched you in shock, never had they watched you go off this badly "I-I can't! Either you go or I will" You stated turning your back as you sunk your hands in your hair hearing the door shut and footsteps, you turned around, noticing the back up dancer rushing out, and Seung Hyun making his way to the door "You better stop" You warned "You are not allowed to leave" You added on watching him move back his spot nervously "Sorry..Sorry everybody...I just, Like I told you, I am very passionate about my work, and like I said, if you guys can't or won't follow my choreography then I shouldn't be here trying to get you guys to" You explained, sitting down to hold your head in your hands for a moment in frustration trying to calm yourself down, not noticing the boys slowly approaching you "Y/n?.." You heard Seung Hyun's voice whispered, his hands resting gently on your shoulder, you weren't sure why he'd have an issue with the backup dancers that would come in, but never have an issue with touching you or you touching him, it was odd to you.

"I'm okay, just..go..wait on your marks, please" You whispered, Seung Hyun couldn't ignore the exhaustion in your voice, it had only been three weeks since you started but you and him had clicked, while you didn't speak too much to each other, The other members of the band couldn't deny that you both worked well together, constantly teasing the other, anytime you needed a show certain dance move you were always quick to pick Seung Hyun to use as a partner. Standing up you sighed before your phone buzzed "Damnit!" You groaned reading the text "and now we're down a dancer" You added on, taking a deep breath before looking at everybody "I'm sorry everybody but I'm just going to call it" You huffed dropping your arm in defeat "Wait! Wait, what if you just do it, you know all the dances anyways" Dae-Sung offered smiling, having more than enough confidence that you could do it and kick ass. "It'd have to be cleared by Yg, and if Seung Hyun ended up messing up choreography, I'd probably kill him on stage" You explained pinching the bridge of your nose as you sighed "Do you guys really want to do this tonight?" You asked warily, looking up to meet with all four boys looking at you hopefully "We do, we like working with you, y/n, you're awesome" Dae-sung frowned, giving you a tight hug before squeezing your arms gently as he pulled away "So?" He asked hopefully, you just let out a dramatic sigh before nodding "Go get on your marks, Seung Hyun...I will fill in for a dancer until we find another, as long Yg approves, and you agree that you'll actually follow the chorography" You explained moving to stand with the other back up dancers, nodding at your assistant, she quickly pressed play on the music, as the bass to Zutter blared from the speakers you bounced your hips to the beat, watching the boys move around perfectly as they mimicked their verses. As Ji-Yong started his verse they walked closer to the line of the back-up dancers, you glanced over watching the other dancer, Ju-Mi step forward with you, the boys taking your hands pulling you both forward.

As it approached the one part where Seung Hyun always fucked up you held your breath, closing your eyes tightly in anticipation as you felt his hand on your back, bending you at the hips before he bounced his leg doing their signature 'Zutter' Chorography, your hips pressed against his as you slid down to sit in a squat in front of him, spreading your legs slightly as you felt Seung Hyun's hands slide under your jaw, turning it up to face him with the beat before spinning around you to continue his chorography, You popped back up, hoping to god the back up dancers were all on the right mark as the song came to an end "Holy shit! Why can't you do that every night, Seung Hyun!?" you gasped in shock, Seung Hyun just blushed shrugging his shoulders "Is a break down all it takes?" You joked, Seung Hyun's face quickly showed a look of concern as he grabbed your hands "No! Don't! That was terrifying" He protested, you just shook your head laughing before looking at the others "Everybody take five before we do...Knock out and Tonight, then girls you are free to leave, then I'll bring our back up boys in for the rest of your guys' songs, got it?" You said loudly to the group standing around the room "Seung Hyun? Could you possibly give up your five to go over some moves with me? I feel like I could find something better that fits your style" You offered, catching his hand as he walked past "Oh!, yea...yea, just let me grab a drink" He smiled softly disappearing over to his bag searching for his water bottle.

"So I was thinking, I understand some things I've heard about you..nothing bad..but I know you aren't that fond of physical touch that often, so I was trying to think of something less...intimate than Ju-Mi and I's little bend" You explained, Seung Hyun nodded as he took a drink, listening to you closely as you spoke "Any ideas?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips pursing your lips as you nodded along to the song in your head trying to think of something that would match well. "Maybe something like Bae Bae?" He offered before placing his drink down, trying to find a way to mimic what move he was talking about, just looking awkward doing it on his own "Seung Hyun, just show me" You huffed, grabbing his hand placing it around your waist, you looked up in the mirror in front of you both "Okay....play it" You stated waiting for your assistant to get the certain part of the song ready before Seung Hyun started bouncing his leg with the beat, instead of having you bend he just pulled you closer with his arm around your waist, using his free hand for his chorography "Okay that works, but where's your microphone?" You asked, motioning to his arm with your eyes "Easy, You'll hold it, Ju-Mi could do the same" He shrugged, you nodded, taking it into thought before nodding "I think you just helped me choreograph this dance, Mr. Choi" You teased before turning around smiling, excited to see it actually come to life on stage.

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As you stood on stage, the music for 'Fxxk it' started to play, you followed your choreography as you watched the boys, making sure they weren't having issues, now you weren't strict on everything being followed, it's just certain moves or sections you spend a lot of time on, you're strict about, or about things Yg wanted done. As Seung Hyun started his verse the boys moved around, interacting with fans before making their way to their paired dancers, you slowly made your way to Seung Hyun, smiling as you watched him turn around, actually following your chorography as he grabbed your hand, spinning you around before matching the boys' movements of wrapping his free arm around your waist as he swayed you both back and forth singing the chorus. As the beat picked up, the boys slowly moved away from their dancers going back to their marks to finish the song.

Whenever 'Bae Bae' played you realized what exactly you had gotten yourself into, as Ji-Yong and Dae-Sung sang the first verses, Seung Hyun and Tae-Yang were tasked with dancing with a paired dancer, holding you close by your hips as he rested his head in the curve of your neck, looking up to the camera as he swayed, moving around you smoothly as his verse started. You moved to your mark following the rest of your chorography before noticing Seung Hyun making his way to you, you shot him a warning glare, knowing he was going off of his chorography for the first time that night. You watched as he placed the girls' hands together before pulling you all over to the boys, that's whenever you noticed what he was doing exactly, going back to the music video chorography for the ending verse.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't having a ton of fun preforming on the stage, getting to preform at that level was something you had never experienced before and it was thrilling for you. As you swapped out with the boy back-up dancers you smiled at the girls "That was fucking amazing, even whenever thrown into improved chorography that we've never done together you guys were still right on point" You smiled, nodding at them in dismissal before making your way back to your usual spot with the stage manager, watching the rest of the boys' performances.

As you all filed back into the studio you yawned loudly "Alright guys, that was amazing, I know you're all probably exhausted after it though, so go to your rooms, take a well needed rest before you're back here okay?" You explained before going over to your small desk in the corner, sitting down to start prepping next show's chorography despite your exhausted state. "Are you not leaving?" You heard after a moment, Seung Hyun stood by the door watching you expectantly "Wha..? No, no I have work to do" You explained, resting your chin in your hand as you looked over your written down ideas, trying to determine the best one to try first. "Then I guess we both have work to do" He said shrugging as he made his way over to you, kneeling in front of your desk before folding his arms on it resting his chin on them as he looked at your notes. "Seung Hyun! These are secret!" You hissed in embarrassed, knowing it wasn't just ideas wrote down, it was thoughts as well. "Have Seung Hyun kneel for girlfriend to BU dancer while singing, he'd be hot?" Seung Hyun questioned feeling his cheeks heat up "Ooo what else do you have in there?" He asked leaning up before you snatched them away "Okay! I'll let you help, but, you're not to read anything" You demanded, before motioning him to stand in front of the mirror.

You both spent all night in the studio, trying out different combinations of moves together, finding what fit best for each boy of the group, whenever you finally did finish you both were too worn out to move, all of your limbs feeling like they were full of sand or concrete from exhaustion, resulting in you both just sitting down against the wall, resting your head on his shoulder while he rested his head on yours "Seung Hyun?..Why are you okay with dancing with me, but not any of the back up dancers that are brought in?" You asked softly, spinning the rings on his fingers around "I don't know..I like whenever you do it" He admitted quietly, hoping you wouldn't hear him "Why?.." You asked again, this time turning to face him "This entire time I've worked with you, Seung Hyun, you never wanted to follow anything that involved getting overly physical with the dancers, but as soon as I step in, you're jumping to work with me and volunteering to help after shows, why?" You asked, genuinely curious on what made you so different for him, all you did was boss him and his friends around and occasionally yell at them. Seung Hyun didn't see it like that though, he saw you as always making sure him and the others were always doing their best and looking their best, supporting them through every show, and encouraging them whenever they were unmotivated, not to mention how cute you looked following along to their chorography slightly from the stage manager and light booth. "I don't..know..You're just different, You make me feel things, I haven't ever felt before" He explained, his hand slowly moving to take yours in his "I always find myself watching you whenever you're showing us dances, and thinking about how beautiful it is that someone could love and be so passionate about something" He explained softly before starting to speak again "I like you, Y/n...I like being in rehearsals with you, I like watching you focus and the way you get angry with me whenever I do something unplanned, or the way you laugh at me trying to make you smile" He rambled, your face was hot with a blush as he continued, you never expected him to feel this way, you expected models or another K-pop idol, someone who has value and worth behind their name, not because of their name, just because of how famous the boys all were, not their fucking chorographer.

"Seung Hyun" You stopped him sternly, he quickly looked at you and you could see the anxiety fill his eyes, you took his hand gently before sighing "If we go anywhere..we're both risking our jobs, mine more than yours, and I need this" You explained, it killed you trying to turn him down, but he just shook his head "No we won't, if they try to fire you I'll fight for your job" He explained, cupping your cheeks "That or I'm sure you could teach a different group? O-Or we could keep it lowkey" He rambled, you cupped his cheek in an attempt to stop him "Seung Hyun.." You whispered, it was charming how much he was willing to do just for a chance to see where things went with you, and the fact the entire time you saw him as a 'class clown' always desperate to make the others laugh, but instead it was all for you. "If you think...truly..we'll be okay.." You whispered, taking a deep breath as he leaned closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours "I promise you" He whispered, you just brought him closer closing the distance between you as you kissed him, Seung Hyun was quick to return the action, kissing you back deeply as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. As you moved your lips against his you felt something in your body you had never felt, sure you had a handful of relationships growing up, high school, your twenties, but nobody had made you feel like this whenever you kissed them. Seung Hyun gave you the feeling of wanting to jump around squealing as he kissed you, a warm fuzzy feeling washing over you as he slowly pulled away "So we're doing this?.." He asked softly, trying to catch his breath the best he could as he spoke "If you want" You replied sweetly, you weren't the only one who got a new feeling though, hearing your voice and smile Seung Hyun felt more flustered than he had ever felt before, it was like all of the world's beauty was formed into one person and they were sitting right in front of him with an adorable smile and blush as you spoke to him. You two weren't sure of the future of your relationship, you weren't fortune tellers, but you knew you both would do anything for the other, even if it meant risking anything and everything.

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[lucysarah-c]

id honestly love it if ud write abt where u think levi would be toxic in terms of relationships, both romantic and platonic

Hi! How are you? Well, that silly reply got more attention than I anticipated, so here goes nothing.

Once again, when I mention "Levi's toxic traits," I don't mean anything like him being abusive or similar. Mostly certain aspects of his personality that may be challenging to deal with in a relationship with him. I think my whole headcanon about the idea could be summarized in two points: Controlling and Stubbornness.

The first one, I think I would summarize Levi's whole personality about it in a quote I think he says extremely frequently: "I trust you. I don't trust them." Because I'm confident in saying that Levi is a person who believes that relationships are based on trust—he trusts you, he trusts his partner… He doesn't trust the rest of the world. Levi is a person who has seen how evil humankind can be, and he simply does not trust people. You are the apple of his eye, someone who is allowing him to open up, etc.

This man only gets into a relationship if he basically already planned the names of his kids, if you two would have pets, and he had seen a house he likes. You are his cherry blossom tree flowering in the middle of a cruel winter. And that's where the controlling and possessive traits come in.

I think it would bring out the best in him. "Did you arrive safe?" "Levi, I went to the store that's at the corner of the street." "So you did?" "When is the night out with your friends? When are you coming home? At what time? How are you coming back? Who will be there?" Levi can't help but think that perhaps the second he's not looking after you, something may happen (I mean… this literally has happened to him multiple times across his life). If you explain to him that this attitude could make you feel like he's trying to control your life or it can be a bit suffocating, he would try his best to work on it… but don't expect miracles haha.

Stubbornness… Levi is used to doing things his way and his way only. The unluck of his life has forced him to grow up alone, nobody to be there for him but also nobody to tell him otherwise haha. I have this feeling that arguing with Levi may be like arguing with a wall. Once this man has made his mind about something, ugh, good luck with it. Is he mostly right? …yes, sadly yes haha, but even when he's not, god, the arguments. I think that if he was wrong at some point, he may take a day or two, go through it, and admit it.

As a side note, I think Levi can be possessive. Not jealous, but possessive. He's not "scared" someone would win you over… but you're his precious. If someone is getting too close to you, they can wash their hands and then fucking cut them off before laying a finger on you… Good luck if he gets bad vibes from a coworker or a friend, he simply doesn't like them, and that person could win a Nobel Prize of peace and Levi would look at them as he looks at Zeke and be like "… they are planning something, I know."

I'll think in more if I come up woth them! But I hope this was good enough!!

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Melorius's shop: Thank you for your service

Adam stepped into the small, dimly lit Halloween shop without a clue that tonight would be anything but normal. He hesitated for a long time before deciding to go the office party. At 42, he really was finding those kinds of events more and more boring. He was late to get a costume, and with the Halloween party in just a few hours, he didn’t want to show up empty-handed, even more because Nathalie, his coworker he had kind of a crush on since she was hired a couple of months ago, would be here. Adam looked all day long but couldn’t find anything he liked or at his size. The last place on the block he didn’t check was this weird little hole-in-the-wall shop, a place he wouldn’t normally visit. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

As he walked in, the smell of old leather and musty costumes filled the air. Racks of outlandish outfits surrounded him, superheroes, clowns, knights, cowboys, Indians but none of them felt right. He wasn’t trying to win a costume contest. He just wanted something easy, fun, and simple that might bring him some points with Nathalie.

"Looking for something special?" came a smooth voice from behind the counter.

Adam turned to see an older man standing there, wearing a sharp suit that didn’t fit the vibe of the place at all. His eyes gleamed with a strange intensity, his thin lips curling into a grin that sent a shiver down Adam’s spine.

“Uh, yeah,” Adam replied, “Just something for a party. Nothing too flashy.”

The man, whose nametag read Mister Melorius, gave a knowing nod. "I think I’ve got just the thing for you." Without waiting for Adam to respond, he disappeared behind a curtain and came back holding a dark, pressed military uniform. Adam was about to say no thanks when a shimmer of the dogtag caught his attention on the uniform. He thought for a second and as a reflex, his hands reached for the costume. Maybe it could work he started to think.

"Try it on," Melorius said, handing it over with a strangely eager smile.

Adam nodded and took the uniform, heading into the changing room. It felt… strange in his hands. Light but sturdy, with a coolness to the fabric. As soon as he touched it, something seemed to tug at him, a pull he couldn’t explain.

He quickly undressed, neatly folding his 3 pieces royal blue costume and red tie, then slid the uniform over his body. The trousers clung to his legs perfectly, and when he zipped up the jacket, it felt as if it had been tailored specifically for him. But just as he finished adjusting the collar, a sudden warmth spread through him, like someone had flipped a switch inside his body.

“Whoa…” he whispered, looking in the mirror to see his reflection only to be met with weird sensations invading his lower half.

His breath hitched as a deep, pulsing warmth gathered in his chest and spread outwards. He watched, wide-eyed, as his reflection began to change. His shoulders, narrow and unremarkable, slowly began to broaden. Muscles thickened beneath his skin, his traps rising higher, giving him a solid, athletic look, he never had. His biceps bulged, veins snaking under the skin as they expanded, stretching the sleeves of the uniform.

Adam’s arms swelled as they filled with muscle, his forearms thickening to match. His fingers, once slim and soft, grew thicker and calloused as if he’d been doing pull-ups and handling weapons for years. He tried to flex his hand, but the strength in his grip now felt foreign, almost as if he didn’t recognize his own power.

His chest pushed out next. He gasped, watching as his pecs thickened, rising up under the fabric of the uniform. Each breath he took made his pecs swell even more, the fabric pressing tight against them. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the firm slabs of muscle there, and while his body was filling out with youthful strength, no chest hair sprouted. Instead, there was just a faint happy trail starting beneath his belly button, leading down into his waistband.

But it wasn’t just his chest. His abs rippled underneath the uniform, once undefined but now clear and sharp as if carved from stone. Each muscle tightened, becoming more pronounced, a solid six-pack replacing the soft stomach he’d grown used to over the years.

"What's happening?!" Adam muttered; his voice slightly higher than before. He tried to tug at the collar, but his hands were trembling. He watched his legs next, his thighs, once lean, ballooned with muscle, stretching the fabric of the pants until they hugged every powerful curve. His calves followed, thickening with each passing second, as if he had spent years running drills and hiking with heavy gear.

Adam felt a strange tightness in his groin. His cock, which had been a respectable 5.5 inches before, began to throb. He looked down, his heart pounding as he watched it grow harder in his pants. But instead of stopping, it kept swelling. The pressure inside his trousers grew unbearable as his cock thickened, stretching longer, now standing at a solid 9 inches when fully erect. His balls, too, grew heavier, tugging down into the tight space of his trousers. The weight of them sent an odd thrill up his spine.

He felt every change in vivid detail, the growing weight between his legs pulling more of his attention as his balls swelled, stretching the skin tight. It wasn’t just physical, his mind seemed to grow fuzzy as well. He clutched his head, trying to hold onto who he was, but each throb in his nuts seemed to drain away another part of his mind, like his very memories were slipping away.

“C’mon, c’mon,” he groaned, trying to focus on his reflection only to realize his face starting to change, to regress. In front of him, his hair started to grow back and took a light brown color, his skin tighten on his bones and muscles and his eyes cleaned of any sight disease..

The muscles in his back stretched next, widening, growing strong as if molded for carrying heavy packs. His spine straightened, the tightness there easing as his posture improved, making him stand taller. His entire frame had become lean but muscular, the body of someone fresh out of boot camp. His feet felt cramped as they grew too, filling out and pushing against the leather of his enw combat boots.

The reflection staring back at him was unrecognizable now, his youthful face smooth and sharp, his jawline chiseled. He was 19 again, with the fresh vigor of someone who had just graduated from military school. His eyes gleamed with a new confidence, the innocence of his late twenties long drained away.

Adam, frozen in surprise and incomprehension in his new 19 years old self wanted to scream for help. He grabbed the curtain of the dressing room only to realize something just woke up a bit lower.

His cock twitched again, harder this time, filling his pants with precum as it continued to throb. The uniform was pressing tight against his groin, the sensation making him grit his teeth. Adam felt like he was falling mentally, his old life, his name, his personality, everything that made him himself was being funneled into his swelling nuts, filling them with the essence of his past self. He tried to fight it, gripping his thickened biceps and flexing his jaw, but the pleasure was too much.

“Oh… fuck,” Adam gasped, his cock leaking steadily now, every pulse sending another piece of who he used to be into the pit of his balls. His mind was going blank. Everything about his past, the awkward college days, his old job, his straight lifestyle, was swirling away, replaced by a fresh, cocky attitude that fit his new body like a glove.

Adam felt the last grip he had on his old life give up in his brain as he mentally heard a Gulp sound and without touching himself, he came. His cock twitched violently in his trousers, releasing rope after rope of thick cum into the fabric, soaking through. His knees almost buckled, his muscles tensing as his orgasm washed over him. Every shot of cum seemed to drain away the last remnants of Adam. He groaned, feeling his pants tighten around his cock as it spurted again, marking the end of his transformation.

His breathing slowed, the intense pleasure fading, leaving him standing there in the dressing room. Adam blinked, his expression now one of cocky satisfaction. His body was exactly what it should be, perfectly toned, fresh out of military school, ready to take on any challenge. He gave his bulging biceps a flex, smirking at his reflection.

Just as the last of his cum soaked through his uniform pants, there was a flash of light.

When his eyes adjusted, Adam found himself standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by cheering soldiers. The Halloween Initiation party was in full swing, but this was no normal party. The barracks were filled with the scent of sweat and musk, and the energy in the room was electrifying. The blue-balled soldiers had been playing games of dares all night while drinking alcohol and thinning about their girls back home. They were taking turns on each other, their pent-up frustration boiling over into raw sexual energy as each other companies was the only thing available for them at the moment.

Adam's cock, still half-hard from his transformation, twitched at the sight. He wasn’t one to back down from a bet, no matter what it involved. His cocky grin widened as one of the guys, a bulky lance caporal sauntered over.

“New guy, huh? Hope you’re not shy,” the private smirked, pointing toward the center of the room where a game of dares was already heating up. Guys were taking turns on each other, sucking, fucking, the air thick with tension, laugh and alcohol.

“Shy? Never,” Adam said, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature. His old self would have been horrified, but that part of him was long gone. Now, all he felt was the thrill of the challenge, his cock already hardening again at the thought of taking one of those dares.

Within moments, Adam found himself stripped down to his uniform pants, standing in the circle of horny soldiers. His cock stood at attention, rock hard, dripping precum as the dares flew around the room. One soldier dared him to take one in the ass to prove he was one of them, and Adam’s grin only widened.

“Bring it on,” he said, his voice steady, confident.

Across the room, another soldier, Ryan, a tall, ripped guy with a mischievous smirk, caught Adam’s eye. Ryan had a reputation for never backing down from a challenge either, and tonight was no different.

“Alright, new kid,” Ryan called out, voice booming over the music. “You think you’ve got the guts to take on me? I bet you can’t last more than four minutes before I make you tap out. And if you think you can, then let’s make it interesting, I’ll fuck you, and if you make me cum first, you win. But if I fuck you senseless before the clock runs out, you’re mine for the rest of the night!”

The crowd hooted and hollered, clearly loving the idea. Adam, never one to back down, chuckled and shrugged, stepping forward. “You’re on,” he grinned, puffing out his chest as if the challenge didn’t faze him at all. Inside, his nerves tingled with a mix of excitement and tension. His old self would’ve balked at the idea, but the new Adam? He was born for this.

Ryan smirked and cracked his knuckles, stepping forward, already unbuttoning his pants while some of the guys set up a makeshift timer. Adam, shirtless, his abs and pecs glistening with sweat, kicked off his boots and started to peel off his uniform pants, his semi-hard cock springing free to a chorus of cheers and whistles from the guys around him. The thought of bending over for the first time sent a shiver down his spine, but instead of hesitation, all Adam felt was excitement. He was ready to win this bet and prove he was worth being one of them.

They positioned themselves in the center of the room. Adam braced himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, and his cock still throbbing as it brushed against the cold floor. The crowd gathered close, cheering and egging them on, chanting Adam’s name. Ryan loomed over him, his own cock hard and dripping, ready to go.

With no further delay, Ryan pushed his cock against Adam’s tight, virgin hole, and the moment Ryan started to press inside, Adam gritted his teeth. A sharp pain shot through him, his body tensing instinctively. The stretch was intense, way more than he’d expected, but he wasn’t going to back down. No way. Not with all these guys watching, cheering him on.

“Hah! You good down there?” Ryan teased, but Adam just barked a laugh through the pain.

“Hell yeah, I’m good. Just fuckin’ do it, man,” Adam shot back, shaking his head, trying to ease himself into the sensation. He wasn’t about to give Ryan the satisfaction of seeing him break.

The crowd roared as Ryan pushed deeper, and Adam’s breath hitched in his throat. He could feel every inch of Ryan’s cock stretching him wide, filling him up. It hurt like hell at first, his ass clenching tight, but Adam just grinned through it, biting down on his lip, determined to win.

He could hear the timer start ticking. He just had to hold out, just had to make Ryan cum first.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, hotshot,” Ryan growled and started to thrust, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving into Adam with rough, forceful strokes. Adam gasped, his body jolting with every powerful thrust, but instead of crumbling, he let out a breathless laugh.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” Adam taunted, grinning as he glanced over his shoulder, catching the strain on Ryan’s face.

Ryan’s cock pounded into him, faster, harder, his grip tightening on Adam’s hips as he tried to get the upper hand. But no matter how rough it got, no matter how much it burned and stretched Adam’s hole, he refused to give in. The cheers from the guys around him only fueled his determination.

“C’mon, Ryan, don’t hold back now!” Adam shouted over his shoulder, half-laughing, half-moan escaping him as the pleasure started to edge out the pain. He could feel his own cock twitching beneath him, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as Ryan’s relentless fucking started to push him closer to the edge. But it wasn’t about him. He had to make Ryan lose it first.

And Ryan was struggling. Adam could feel it in the way his thrusts were getting sloppier, the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps. His cock was twitching inside him, his composure cracking with every second that ticked by. Adam’s muscles tightened, and he arched his back just a little, pushing his ass up to meet Ryan’s thrusts, making it even harder for him to hold back.

“You gonna cum for me, Ryan?” Adam teased, voice ragged, but still full of that cocky confidence. The guys around them cheered louder, and Adam fed off their energy, his grin widening. He was close to winning. He could feel it.

Ryan let out a guttural moan, his hands digging into his hips as he tried to hold out, but Adam wasn’t going to give him a chance. He clenched his ass tight around Ryan’s cock, squeezing him hard, and that was all it took.

With a loud groan, Ryan’s hips stuttered, and Adam felt the sudden warmth of Ryan’s cum spilling deep inside him. The crowd erupted into cheers, fists pumping into the air as Ryan lost the challenge. Adam let out a triumphant laugh, his chest heaving, body shaking with the intensity of the moment.

Ryan slumped forward, panting heavily as he pulled out, but Adam was already standing up, grinning ear to ear, his own cock still hard, bobbing between his legs as the crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, shouting congratulations.

“You fuckin’ did it!” one of them laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “You made him blow in under four minutes!”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Adam grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He could still feel the dull ache in his ass, but it didn’t matter. He had won, he was one of them, and the rush of victory coursed through him like fire.

The crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, congratulating him, Ryan approached from behind. The tall, ripped soldier, still catching his breath from their intense initiation challenge, gave Adam a smirk that spoke volumes. Without warning, Ryan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. Adam grinned, thinking it was just part of the celebration, the camaraderie of the guys after a wild challenge.

But as Ryan leaned in, his breath hot against his ear, his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper. “You may be one of us now, Adam,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down his spine, “but you’re still gonna be my bitch from now on.”

Adam’s grin faltered for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as the meaning of Ryan’s words sank in. Before he could react, Ryan’s hand slid down his bare back, slipping lower until his fingers brushed against his still-sloppy hole. The touch was sudden, intimate, and before Adam could even think to protest, Ryan pushed one thick finger inside, pressing against his sensitive, overstimulated prostate.

The sensation hit him like a freight train. His body jolted forward, muscles tensing, and his cock, still hard and twitching, suddenly erupted. Adam’s eyes widened as he came, hands-free, his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of hot cum onto the floor beneath him. His legs trembled, barely able to keep him upright as the orgasm tore through him, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Ryan chuckled softly into Adam’s ear, his finger still teasing his prostate, milking every last drop of cum from him. The crowd didn’t notice, too wrapped up in another challenge thrown to another new private first class, but Adam’s world narrowed down to the overwhelming sensation of Ryan’s control over his body, the undeniable pleasure, and the sharp sting of submission.

As Adam’s orgasm finally ebbed, leaving him breathless and trembling, Ryan pulled his finger out, giving his ass a possessive slap. “Good job, Private First Class Adam,” Ryan muttered, amusement lacing his voice. Then, without another word, Ryan stepped away, blending back into the group, leaving Adam standing there, dazed, his cock still dripping, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

The other soldiers continued to cheer and party, unaware of the intimate moment that had just transpired, but he knew. He felt it deep in his bones, his new life, his new body, and now, his new place in the barracks.

He was Private First Class Adam, the cocky, easygoing guy who never backed down from a challenge. But now, as he watched Ryan disappear into the crowd, his heart still racing, he realized something else.

He may be one of them, but Ryan had claimed him all the same. And Adam wasn’t sure he minded at all.

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[nymphoheretic]

Summary: In which you enter a Halloween costume contest and catch the eye of a certain devil.

Warnings: edging, thigh riding, use of the nickname “Angel”, fem!reader, creampie, Incubus Kyoujuro, alcohol consumption, smoking(mentioned once), biting, marking, begging, oral (both recieving), squirting, size kink, cum eating

Word Count: 5.8K

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro x Fem!Reader(nymph-coded, but still x reader)

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You tugged at the short white dress of the costume you wore for Mitsuri’s Halloween party. Your best friend always threw the best parties in all of Japan and her costume parties were no different. But her roommate Shinobu was a bit more strict and did a costume check and if you didn’t pass her vibe check you would be turned away. You had decided to be an Angel.

You dressed in a short white dress that ruffled up at the end to remseble at toga, golden gladiator sandals, a halo that you rigid up on a headband, and to top it all off you made a pair of shimmering wings that were mechanized to move if you pressed a button.You wanted to win this year. You always came in second place.

Walking up the steps to Mitsuri’s place,you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. It took a while since the music was so loud, but your pink haired best friend soon opened the door with a wide smile on her face. She was dressed as a water nymph, her long pink and green ombre hair left to cascade down her back like a waterfall. 

“Sweetheart! You made it!” She squealed happily before stepping out to hug you tightly. “And you look so hot.” She winked as she led you inside for Shinobu’s expectations.

You caught sight of the young woman, her purple eyes scanning over someone with long red-tipped blonde hair he had tied up into a ponytail, thin, black leather wings sewn into the material of his black vest that fluttered every now and then. Long elegantly curved horns seemed to grow from his scalp as you could not detect a headband.’His costume is really good, but mine is better.’ you thought as you followed Mitsuri over to the dark-haired woman dressed as a butterfly queen, shimmering wings floating behind her as she wore a sleek green dress.

Shinobu nodded her head, signing off on the young man and letting him through the roped off area and into the party. Her violet eyes landed on you and a warm smile spread over her lips. “Glad you could make it, darling.” Her eyes turned calculating as she scanned over your costume. You pressed the hidden button, making your wings unfurl and flutter gently against your back. Shinobu tapped her pen against her lip before her smile turned warm again. “You may enter.”

You rushed over to hug Shinobu tightly, laughing with her as You did so. You knew she was going to let you inside regardless, but she had to keep up her formality. You waited for her to open the roped off area and walked inside the party with Mitsuri. You were immediately surrounded by the vibrating music and flashing lights. You glanced over to your friend and found her talking to some black-haired guy with two different colred eyes. “Mitsuri!” you yelled over the music, but she couldn’t hear you. You sighed and decided you needed a drink to lossen up some. You were being too stiff.

Walking over to the mini bar, you ordered a coke and Gin. After paying for your drink, you nursed it while trying to let the music slowly overtake your body. The alcohol was making its course through your body. You started dancing a little more, your short dress riding up your  thighs as you moved your hips to beat. You smiled when someone walked behind you and grabbed your hips leaning in to whisper if they could dance with you. You turned around and saw that it was the man who entered before you, his horns gleaming in the strobe lights. 

You smiled. He was devilishly handsome with long blond hair that was tipped with red and eyes that were the color of flames. “Sure.” you said as you continued to sway your body to the music.

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Kyoujuro sat down at the table in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning over his potential victims. He was staring and needed to replenish his energy before he was sent back to the demon realm. His wings fluttered agitatedly as he growled at the lack of tasty looking energies. None of them looked like they would satisfy him for long. He leaned back into the cushioned couch, tossing his arms over the back of it. He flicked his hand and his packet of smokes flew into his palm.

As he lit and took a drag of the magical energy that he’s been using to sustain himself. He growled low in his chest. He was going to be forced back to the relam soon if he didn't find a suitable source of energy. He crushed the remainer of the cigar in his hand, making the packet fade back into nothing. He needed a drink. Maybe that would help calm him down.

 As he walked to the mini bar, he felt it. An immense amount of energy. Enough to satisfy by just being near it. He glanced over in the direction and nearly hissed. It was an Angel. No? He narrowed his eyes and took a better look at your energy. It was just a costume with wings that are rigged to move.

A smile slowly spread over his face as he watched you order a drink. He did the same, “Whiskey on the rocks.” He slid the bartender a ten before taking a seat where he could keep an eye on his little Angel. Kyoujuro was mesmerized by the way you slowly let the alcohol take over, swaying your body to the beats of the music. 

You were intoxicating to watch as you danced. He noticed that all eyes were on you as you moved your hips seductively to the music, your drink’s straw nestled between your pretty lips. He made up his mind. He was feeding from you tonight no matter what. Swirling his drink in front of him, the ice clinking in the glass, he continued to watch you slowly becoming more open and willing as the alcohol corsed through your system.

Kyoujuro tipped the rest of his whiskey back, the burn barely affecting him as he kept his gaze on his prey. Slowly he moved over to you , nearly ripping the arm of another man who dared to try to approach you. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against his front. He leaned in to whisper seductively in your ear, “Care to dance with me, Angel?” 

When you looked back at him, he was intraced by your eyes as you scanned over his. He gave you one of his charming smiles and when you nodded and gave your consent he held onto your hips more tightly and began to sway with you.

He was slowly becoming drunk on your scent and the addicite taste of your energy. It was so potent that he could taste it in the air around you. You must have a lot of desires. Desire he will happily oblige in with you once he swoons you into his bed. He danced with you for a few songs, the intoxicating smell of your growing arousal making his mouth water. You wanted him and he most definitely wanted you . Spinning you around, so that you faced him, he stared into your eyes. “You’re beautiful, Angel.”

A light giggle left you when this handsome stranger called you beautiful. He was the beautiful one with hair that looked to be spun from gold and dipped in rubies that he had pulled into a high ponytail. His eyes were like fire, a mysterious mixture of gold and red; he looked like he was built by the gods. The only blemish he had was an angry looking scar over his left eye. “You’re not too bad looking yourself, Devil.”

Kyoujuro cracked a smile as he slowly ran his hands over your soft curves, pulling you closer to his body. “Actually I’m an Incubus.” He corrected, although he knew you were referring to his “costume”. You were going to be his no matter what tonight. Leaning in he brushed his lips over your earlobe, “Why don’t you let me buy you another drink, little fireball?” he purred out the nickname as his hands wandered to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

You  gasped at his boldness, but found it very sexy. The gin from earlier was already making you feel more bold so you smiled and nodded. “If you insist.” You  grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor and back to the mini bar.

You  ordered another coke and Gin, smiling as you  thanked the bartender when he handed you the glass. You  sipped at my drink, enjoying the slow burn and warmth that spread throughout your body from it. You watched him order whiskey on the rocks and he placed his hand on your lower back to lead you over to a more secluded area. “So are you going to tell me your name?”

A grin curled at his lips as he took a sip from his glass. “If I tell you, you’d be screaming all night.” he said with a flirty wink, spreading just a bit of his magic in the air. Not enough that you wouldn’t be able to consent to the ordeal, but enough to bring your own true desires out.

A soft giggle left you at his flirty joke. He was so damn handsome. You weren't expecting someone so good looking to be here. You  took another sip of your drink, the toxins fueling your next words, “And what if I want to scream it. Ever think about that, Mr. Incubus?” you teased as you  placed your hand on his knee. you’ve never been this bold before and you liked it. Yo squeaked when the mysterious man suddenly reached for you and pulled you down into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

Kyoujuro looked up at the angel straddling him, a seductive smile nestled on his lips. “Be careful there, Angel. I’ll eat you alive.” His large, calloused hands gripped at your soft thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh. He smiled when you leaned in and placed your forehead on his, lips mere inches from his.

“Is that a promise?” you inquired playfully, your hands sliding into his hair, the soft strands tickling the webs of your fingers. “Or a threat?” you closed the distance bewteen you two and connected your lips to his.

You felt drunk on him and you  knew that you weren’t that intoxicated. You could handle your liquor. Why were you so attracted to his man? You felt his hands creep from around your thighs to rest on your ass, which he gave a firm squeeze. Your dress had ridden up and was barely covering your panties as you grinded down on him.

He grabbed your hips and shifted you until you were straddling one of his thighs. “Ride my thigh, Angel. I want to see you come updone without me touching you.” He rocked you on his muscular thigh, bouncing his leg slightly to rub against your clothed clit. 

Kyoujuro kissed you again, swallowing your cries as his tongue stroked over yours. He wanted to feel your arousal drench his pants leg, to smell it on his clothing before he tasted of you. One of his hands found its way to the back of your neck and he yanked your head back to deepen his kiss. You were addictive and he wanted more.

You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed yourself down deeper on his thigh, your sensitive clit being stimulated by your clothing. Yor dripping hole clenched around nothing as it began drooling. “Ah, fuck...” you whined, hating that you didn’t know his name yet: Here you were; riding some stranger’s thigh at a Halloween party. Your hands clenched into the material of his vest. “Y-your name...please?” you pleaded, your walls clenching and unclenching, spasming wildly. “N-need to know your name.”

Kyoujuro pulled you down deeper onto his thigh, feeling your slick seep into his pants as he bounced his leg and made you grind down. His lips trailed over your jaw to your neck, where he sucked a mark there. He heard your pleas for his name and smirked against your flesh. “Kyoujuro.” He purred against your neck, nipping at the skin with sharpened canines.

“Kyou...juro...” You moaned out, testing his name out on your tongue and liking the way it felt. “Fuck...I’m going to cum.” you whined as you moved your hips, humping against his musclar thigh. You reached for him and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into your chest. “Ahn~ Feels so good, Kyou.” your body shuddered with the first onslaught of your orgasm.

He could not hold back anymore; hearing his name fall from your lips in such a lewd voice was such a turn on. Kyoujuro wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up. He then speed walked over to one of the many empty rooms of the building. “You’re mine tonight, Angel.” He pulled the dress off yorur body, the wings falling off as he did so. 

Deciding he liked seeing your legs wrapped up in those sexy gold gladiator heels, he left them on. “You’re so sexy, little one.” He breathed in the heady scent of your arousal and was hooked on it. You were the one. The one he could feed off of for the rest of his existence.

You looked into his mesmerizing eyes as you pulled at his clothing, wanting him to be just as bare as you. “Clothes off now.” you demanded, you wanted to see his body so badly. 

Kyoujuro quickly willed away his wings as he pulled off his vest and red button down before attaching his lips back to yours in a fevered kiss. His tongue licked at your mouth, sliding past your lips to languish stroke with your wet cavern. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, weighing them in his palms. 

He pinched at your nipples until they hardened under his touches. Swallowing each and every one of your moans, one hand trailed down your soft stomach down to the apex of your thighs. “Already so wet for me, my sweet.” He purred as his index finger swiped over the front of your covered pussy.

You tossed your head back against the pillow as he played with your body. Fuck, his hands felt so good. You stole a peek at his body and your mouth watered. Not only was he drop dead handsome, his body was like the god scuplted it from the finest of marble. “Holy shit...” you whispered, your thighs clenched together at the sight in front of you. “Fuck...you look so good.” you whined when he leaned in and licked a line down your neck. “Kyoujuro...”

His tongue followed the path down your neck to your heaving chest as he swiped his finger over your panty clad cunt once more. “What do you want me to do?” He asked against your skin, hit tongue lapping at the salty flesh as he spoke. He wanted to hear you beg and whine some more for his touch. It would make your energy taste even sweeter when he consumed it knowing that you truly wanted this. He nudged your clit through your panties as he spoke his next words. “Tell me how much you want me. How much you want my fingers, my cock inside you.”

“Please?” you pleaded, arching your back and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were not too shy to beg for what you wanted and you wanted him. You needed him to touch you. To fuck you so good that you would be ruined for anyone else. “I want you to touch my pussy. I need to feel your fingers so deep inside me and to make me cum.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, treading your fingers in his hair once more. “Then I need you to use that big dick of yours to fuck me stupid. I wanna be so cockdrunk on you, Kyoujuro.”

Kyoujuro was pleastantly surprised at your lack of shyness. You truely were going to be a feast and he was going to partake in it. “Your wish is my command, Angel.” He slid your panties to the side and pushed two, thick fingers inside your warm, velvety walls. Fuck...you were so wet and all just for him. He pulled his fingers out, your slick clinging to them as he sucked them into his mouth. “Umai...” he said, rolling his tongue over his long digits. You tasted so sweet. He wanted to taste it directly from the source.

You let out a whimper when Kyoujuro slid down your body until his face was level with your core. You sat up slightly to watch as he slipped his tongue out and licked up your pussy lips. You tossed your head back and let out a shuddering gasp, your  hands flying to his ponytail to keep him in place. You slowly began to grind your hips against the force of his tongue. “Yes....” You hissed out, loving the way his mouth felt on you. “Just like that Kyou. Oh fuck...”

“Such a filfy mouth for an Angel.” Kyoujuro chucked against your folds, sending vibrations straight to yourr clit. His tongue moved up to lash at that sensitive nub, teasing it with quick licks. His fingers pushed back inside your clenching insides and he scissored them, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. 

He could not wait to be inisde you, wrecking your insides, but he wanted, no, needed for you to cum on his tongue. He wanted to taste your sweet honey as it coated his tongue. His hand slapped softly at your thighs, urging you to let him taste more of you.

Your hands slid up from the base of his ponytail to touch at the horns that curled at his head. I traced my fingers over that hard exterior before going back into his soft hair. You pulled the hairtie out of his ponytail to let the crimson tipped locks fall down his back and face. Your back arched off the bed once more as his tongue teased at your clit again. “Oh fuck.” you keened, “Just like that.” Your thighs started trembling as your clit throbbed, pulsing almost as your oragsm neared. ”I'm going to cum soon. Oh please, Kyou?”

Kyoujuro decided he liked the way you begged so earnestly for him. He pulled back and gathered saliva in his mouth and spat on your clit before using two fingers to thrust inisde you. The lewd noises your pussy made brought a smile to his face as he watched every expression that crossed yours. 

“You want me to fuck you, my pretty Angel?” He asked sweetly, his actions betraying his tone of voice. His fingers twisted and curled while inside of you, stroking over that rigged patch of flesh. “Tell me how badly you want my cock?” his tonuge flicked over your sentisitve button again before his lips closed over it and gave it a harsh suck.

You panted as he edged you closer to your orgasm. “Please, Kyoujuro!” you nearly yelled, not caring if anyone would hear you. Not like they would, the music from the party was already so loud. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked stupid by you, please?” You wailed as your orgasm shook through your body, leaving you in hot streams of warm liquid, spraying over his chin and pooling under you.

 “More...” you whined. “I need more, please?” Your words were slowly becoming more slurred as you felt drunk on him. You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before. Never has a man made you squirt before. He truly is a devil.

Kyoujuro greedily drank every drop you had to offer, not wanting to let a single drop of your sweet nectar go to waste. He grinned as he licked his lips clean of your juices and removed his slick coated fingers, a string of it still connecting his digits to your clenching hole. He slid his tongue out and sucked his fingers into his mouth. 

He hummed as your flavor exploded over his taste buds once more. “Umai.” he said simply, gazing down at her as he undid his belt. Sliding the leather out of his belt loops, he tied it around yourr wrists gently so as to not cut off your circulation. “Shh, my angel.” He kissed your lips once more. “I’ll release you once I’ve had my fun.”

You whined softly when he bound your hands with his belt. You wanted to touch him too. “Kyou, please,” you said, pulling at the leather makeshift cuffs. “I want to be able to Ah~” Your words were cut off when he slid his pants down, freeing his large dick. The wet tip slapped against his stomach, leaking delicious pre-cum. 

He pulled your head down onto his cock and you knew why he bound my hands now. He wanted to feel only your throat around him. You smirked, wrapping your lips more securely around his thick length. You bobbed your head up and down on him, feeling the bulbous tip reach the back of your throat. You relaxed your throat muscles to let him slide in even deeper and then you hummed.

“Fuck!” Kyoujuro cursed. This little Angel was fucking filthy. He almost thoguht you were a succubus in disguise, but your delicious sexual engery told him differently. He was feeling his powers grow stronger with each time you came. His hands caressed your face as you sucked down his cock so earnestly, so greedily. “Fuck little one. You’re trying to suck me dry.” His dick twitched when you hummed and he reached under you and pinched a hardened nipple, rolling it in his fingers. 

You let out a small squeal when he pinched at your sensitive nipples, but didn't falter in your task. You wanted him to cum. You needed to taste him. You released him with a pop before running your tongue over the sensitive tip. You were able to manuver your hands to grip his cock and rubbed the shaft, trying to force an orgasm out of him onto your open tougue. “Please? Cum in my mouth, Kyoujuro. I want to taste you.”

Who was he to deny such a request from his beautiful angel? Kyoujuro felt his balls tighten up when he felt your pretty mouth wrap back around the head of his dick and gave it a tender suck. “Ugh, fuck, you little fireball. You want me cum that badly?” At your soft nod as you ran your tongue over the underside of his heavy cock, he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you down until your nose was flushed with his pelvis. “Then take it. Take all of it and don’t spill a drop.”

You nearly gagged when the first thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, quickly filling your mouth, but you greedily swallowed all he had to offer. His taste was addicting; almost sweet tasting with a hint of saltiness. You wanted more. You craved it. You suckled his cock for more, lapping at the tip for any remaining drops that lingered. You pulled back, releasing his dick with another pop and looked at him with pleading eyes and held out your wrists.

Kyoujuro cracked a smile. You were becoming his greedily little cockdrunk angel. And he hasn’t even used that much of his powers; these were your own desires for him. He reached for the belt and pulled it away from your arms. Once you were free, the incubus pulled you into his lap, kissing you deeply. 

“You’re mine, Angel. Mine to claim. Mine to fuck. Mine forever. Got it?” At your eager nod, Kyoujuro lined his cock up with your drooling hole. “So wet and eager for me, little one.” He grabbed hold of your hips and slowly eased you down on his thick length, splitting you open on his cock.

Your head fell backwards as he stretched you out so nicely. The burn felt so damn good as you took him inside. It was almost too much for you to handle, but you’d be damned if you asked him to pull it out. It felt so damn good. The mind numbing pleasure was so good. “Fuuck.” you whined, when this thick tip pressed tightly against my cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way. “You’re so big, Kyoujuro...It won’t fit.”

A smile cracked at his lips as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. “Yes...” he hissed out, pulling your hips down. “It will fit. I’ll make it fit, pretty angel.” He thrust his hips up into yours, sheathing the last few inches of his cock within you, your back arched deeply and pressing your breasts against his chest. 

“See?” He cooed, petting your back and slowly grinding his hips into yours to let her get used to his size. He kissed away any tears that dripped down your face. “There. There.” He cooed, giving you a small thrust and causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot down your spine. “You said you wanted my cock. That you wanted me to fuck you and leave you so cockdrunk, right?” Then, the incubus leaned in to nibble on your ear, his fangs sliding down as he slowly shifted into his true form.

You  whine out a gasp as his hands wrapped around your hips slightly as he thrust up into you. He was too big, it almost hurt to have the fat tip bruising your cervix; bullying it. Tears fell down your face, which he promptly kissed away with such tenderness, like he knew he was stretching you out to the point where it nearly hurt. 

You tried to relax your tensed muscles, breathing in your nose and out your mouth. You placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage and slowly began to bounce on his lap. Sparks of pleasure lit up your body as you slowly became accustomed to his size. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you took your own pleasure from him, his hands resting on your hips as a guide. “F-fuck...K-Kyou...so full.” you babbled.

“Hmm...” he hummed as he lowered his head, hair falling over his shoulder as his markings slowly appeared on his face, neck, chest and arms. The beautiful swirls of red painted his skin in intricate markings of the incubi. His wings materialized on his back and a thin red tail swished behind him like a whip. Fuck, you were so addicitive and all his. He was not going to let you slip through his grasp. “Fuck...your pussy is so good, baby. So good for me. Squeezing me so tightly.”

You didn’t notice Kyoujuro’s transformation, you were too busy taking your own pleasure from his cock. Your needy, clenching cunt demanded it. You bounced faster as you could feel your release nearing. “Oh my gods, Kyou. Gonna cum. Fuck, right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” Your back arched as your thighs burned from the overuse, but you didn’t stop. You were so close, you could almost taste it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder as you continued to stroke your pussy over his dick, using it for your own pleasure.

The incbus let out a low growl when your dull teeth embedded in his shoulder as he sped up his thrust, bucking into your tight little hole. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He groaned out. Kyoujuro needed you to cum one more time for him. Then he‘d gladly fill your cute little pussy full of his cum. 

He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing fast circles over. “Cum for me, Angel. Come for your devil.” Even though he was an incubus, calling himself a devil seemed to fit more. The demon felt your velvety walls begin to spasm around his length, fluttering so beautifully. He bounced you harder, aiding your orgasm as he bit into the jucntion of your neck and shoulder, being mindful of his fangs. He didn’t want to mark you as his without your explicit permission. 

You panted as your orgasm hit you, washing over your trembling body and leaving in another spray of hot liquid. You removed your teeth from his flesh and pulled away from his shoulder. A gasp left you as you stared at the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.”Kyou...” you whispered. “Is this what you really look like?” you arched your brow as your body felt sluggish from experiencing your fourth orgasm that night. You watched as he blinked before shifting back into his more human form, his curved horns remaining.

Kyoujuro did not know his true form had come out. You must truly be the best lay he’s ever had if it made his disguise fall apart. “Does it scare you, Angel? That I'm really a devil in disguise?” He waited for your answer; waited for you to climb off his lap. Kyoujuro has already gained a significant amount of energy from you. Enough to sustain his form for many months, but he wanted you and only you. But if you did not want him, he would wipe your memories and let you go.

Leaning in, you placed your lips on his, kissing him softly. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’d be stupid to not want you.” you said, pulling his head down to your breasts by his horns. “Now finish what you started, my demon.” you sighed when he flashed you a fanged grin before pushing you down on your back. 

You let out a whine when he pushed your legs up on his shoulders before leaning down to lock you in his hold. The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance teasingly as he placed his lips on mine. “Kyou, please. Don't tease me.” you moaned, wiggling your legs uselessly.

He dipped the tip inside for a few moments before pulling back. “Tell me you’re mine.” Kyoujuro said. He needed to hear that you wanted to be his. The only being he could ever feed from. To be his forever. “Tell me that I’m the only one who can feed off of your energy, please, Angel.”

You leaned your head up and kissed his lips. “You’re the only one I want to feed from me, Kyou.” you grinned at him. “Now fuck me stupid.”

Kyoujuro grinned down at you, his cock twitched at your words. The same time he pressed his lips back down on you, he pushed the fat head of his dick insde your welcoming folds. He quickly set a steady pace, his hips pumping in and out. The tip of his length pressing against your cervix, bruising and bullying it, and making your insides melt around his cock. You felt so good wrapped so tighly around him that he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to spill his seeds inside of you.

Your moans echoed through the room as the wet sound of your fucking mixed with them. The lewd noises your bodies made was so erotic as they bounced off the walls. You could feel your body let out a little bit of liquid with every thrust Kyoujuro pumped into you, helping him slide even deeper inside.  

You opened your mouth in a series of moans and broken bits of his name, ignoring the burn in your lower back from the mating press you were in. The stretch felt so good and to know that you would be the only one to have this thrilled you; you felt a sense of satisfaction. No one else gets his cock. It was for your pussy only.

“Fuck, little one.” He cursed, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust. “I'm going to cum.” He kissed you slowly, tenderly as his tongue stroked languidly over yours. “Can, I do it inside?” he asked, his dick throbbing, begging to be released inside your womb. “Please angel, let me fuck you good and cum inside.” He felt your walls constrict around him, fluttering and pulsing as your orgasm neared. “Angel...my cute little Fireball. Say yes. And let me claim you as mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Make me yours Kyou. Cum inside and make yours.” No sooner than you spoke those words, sharp fangs embedded into your shoulder and I came hard from the bite. 

Hot liquid gushed out of you and soaked his lower abdomen and dripped down your thighs to pool under your ass. Your body immediately went limp as your fifth orgasm of the night left tiny aftershocks in your body as Kyoujuro continuously pumped within you until his hips locked.

Thick, white ropes painted your insides as he bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his for as long as you lived. He partook in your orgasmic energy, getiing drunk off the power of it. He carefully pulled his fangs out of the wound, sealing it with the tip of his tongue. He watched as the puncture wounds shifted into a flame-like symbol and a smile tipped at his lips. You were his and his alone. 

He gave a few gentle thrusts, feeling the mixture of his and your cum gush out of your cute little cunt. “You’re mine.” He kissed your sweaty forehead. “Mine forever.” He let your legs down as he slid out of your sweet, warm walls. He used his fingers to push his seed back inside when it leaked out. “Let’s put that back where that belongs.” He smirked when you let out a short moan as he pushed his fingers in deep. 

“Kyou...” you cooed. “Cuddle me, please?” Your neck burned a little and your body was drained. You had no energy left. You wanted to be held.

Kyoujuro chuckled as he scooped his little angel up into his arms and held you to his chest as he turned back the covers of the bed. Once he laid you both down, he covered you and pressed soft kisses to your face. “I’m never letting you go, my cute little Angel.”

“I think I prefer the nickname Fireball more.” you yawned. “I'm not always an angel.” Your eyes closed for a second before they snapped back open. “FUCK! The contest!”

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5 Ways to Win a Prince

Word Count: 6,283 words (wtf the longest fic I've written so far)

Warning(s): pining, kissing, light touching, secret romance, fear of rejection/being separated by parental figures, creepy suitor/bad vibes from unnamed side character

Pairing: Prince!Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Knight!gn!reader

Requested by: @crzy-devil (sorry this took so long!)

1- Sneak in to Visit

The sun began its slow descent, painting the distant horizon in fire and gold, as though the trees on the mountains had erupted with flames. You watched the colors shift and change as you rested your back against the rough rocks that make up the walls of the castle you’ve sworn to protect.

The metal armor adorning your body kept you warm from the chilling breeze that stirs the trees, making them dance alone within the field below you. The grounds of the castle roll gently downhill into a field and garden away from the balcony you currently rest under. You were always envious of his view, despite the fact you sneak in and are able to enjoy it yourself very often. Thinking of your secret path, you glance one last time at the horizon, deciding that the lowering sun had dimmed enough to allow you to steal away up the side of the wall.

You stand, double-checking that all of your armor and weapons are properly secured to your body before turning to face the wall. The bricks were firmly secured together, but certain bricks were not properly flush or were beginning to chip, giving you perfect foot and handholds to support your travels up its edge. Months of practice had made this climb easier and easier, so now it was no time at all before you were lifting yourself over the balcony railing, slipping down gently onto the marble outcropping that led to the glass doors into the Prince’s room.

Through the doors, you could see a fire gently crackling and flickering within the giant hearth that Jinyoung loved so much. Unsurprisingly, settled deep into one of the chairs encircling the fire, was your prince, his nose pressed into a book, his legs tucked up beneath him as though he could make himself small enough to actually enter the world in which he was engrossed. Just the sight of him brought a bright smile to your face, releasing the tensions of the day full of training and drilling for the protection of the kingdom. Nothing could make all of that pain and stress worth it as much as seeing the man before you.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, you inch to the door, sliding open the glass doors, and slipping into the room to make your way closer to his gorgeous red and gold armchair that he so favored. Finally, when you placed your hand down on the arm of the chair as though you were making him aware of your presence, he turns his warm brown eyes up to meet your face, a gentle look of surprise parting his pink lips and flushing his detailed cheeks in a way that set your heart aflutter.

“Hello, my prince.” You whisper, leaning down to press a brushing kiss against one rose-tainted cheek. Jinyoung reaches up, fingers snagging behind your head to pull you down for a proper kiss, his lips grazing yours like snow drifting against the wind during the first snow, as though he was teasing you with his presence more than allowing either of you to enjoy it fully.

That was a change that had grown over time; in the beginning, you were both so afraid of not getting time together, not being able to be together, that you would waste no time, pressing together your lips and bodies as close as you could manage, sure you would run out of chances to hold each other that way. However, as time went on, you began to see the ways in which the small, subtle, simple touches and intimacies brought forth sweeter emotions than rushing through and feeling all at once. You were glad now to be able to spend moments like this; barely touching and yet feeling more than anyone else could make you feel, seeing everything the world had to offer and knowing you could take it whenever you wanted, but being secure enough to let it come to you.

You pull away from the man, who tilts his head up as though he’s chasing after you, before he settles back into his chair, lifting the book that he had rested on his lap. He reaches to a nearby table to grab a small bookmark, sliding it between two pages carefully, before setting the book down on the table.

You grab his hands, lifting him from his seat to spin the two of you around and pull him into your lap back into the cushioned chair. He chuckles at your actions, resting a hand against your collarbone as he shifts to find a comfortable position on your armored lap.

“I know these are for keeping you safe and all, but they really could have spent a little extra into making these more comfortable, couldn’t they?” He jokes, flicking the breastplate that separated your bodies from each other.

You laugh along, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, raising them to press your lips against them as well.

“Well, once you’re king, you have all the power in the world to make that change to our uniform. For now, we must suffer in silence, lest we be found out and whisked apart.” You lean in to whisper the last sentence, letting your breath feather across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his spine that has him pressing harder against your body.

“I would never let them keep me from you. Come hell or high water, I would never be separated from you – let them try.” This wasn’t the first time he had said similar sentiments, and it brought joy to you hearing it every time. You felt the same way, but to know that your prince would do anything to keep you together – your heart beats wildly at the thought.

You pull Jinyoung down closer to you, though you doubt it’s very possible to do that, and lean your face close to him, your nose brushing his intimately as you look down into his eyes.

“I share your sentiments, Prince. I promise to you, that my oath to you and your family is not only one as a soldier, as a knight, as a guard, but as a lover, as a human, as a simple servant under an idol. My devotion to you will never waver and I will not let anything but death pull me from your side. No matter what else I must give up, no matter who I may have to become or kill, I will be by your side, protecting you and yours, until Lady Death comes to bring me across to the otherworld.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shimmer with tears as he presses his forehead against yours, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“And I you, my love.” He whispers, finally press your lips together properly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. He holds you close and you let yourself sink into the sensation of holding the one you swear your life to, letting life carry you where it will.

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

The worst part about being in love with the Prince was that he was destined to be put on dates with others constantly in the hopes of making relations with other kingdoms to keep the country safe from the neighboring lands. Most of the lands got along well enough, so there wasn’t a lot of fighting anyway, but Jinyoung’s parents were always trying to set up the next power couple of the continent.

Many times, you were sent out as a guard for the dates, if they were off castle grounds, which meant that you had to sit and watch while someone tried to woo Jinyoung, only to be met with polite refusal and friendship. Most of those who were on these dates felt the same way and had their own lovers back home in their kingdoms. They played along well as though they enjoyed the date, but it was only out of friendship and political acceptance.

However, on occasion, a date was set up between the young prince and someone who truly wished to catch his fancy. Most were amicable and, while often pushy and intense in trying to prove their worth to Jinyoung, were quick to accept Jinyoung’s refusal at the end of the date.

One day, however, there was a young male suitor who refused to take no for an answer. After one date had gone over without any hassle, Jinyoung had gone to his chambers that night with you and told you that he felt alright about the date, and that nothing would come of it, as per usual. Unfortunately for you both, the young man was infatuated with Jinyoung and had not accepted the refusal after only one shot. He had gone to the Queen after the date and explained in detail how he was sure another date would be enough to win over her son, and the Queen had quickly agreed, growing worried that Jinyoung would end up alone until he became King, which the Queen didn’t want to happen. The Queen wanted only for her son to be happy with a person to cherish him; unaware was she of the person warming her sons bed that very night.

Another date was scheduled and prepared for the two men, and for once, you were not scheduled to chaperon the excursion. That, however, was not going to stop you from riding along with them.

The men were scheduled to ride down a ways through the woods just outside of the castle, to a small lake area to have a picnic. Jinyoung told you about the trip, knowing there was no way he could stop you (not that he wanted to) and it would be easier to hide your spying if you didn’t have to track them too closely.

So on the morning of the day, you waiting until just after the other guards had followed after the prince and his suitor before slipping onto a horse of your own and tracing their path. You knew the way to the lake, as it was a common spot for you and the prince to also run off for little getaways together, making you all the more annoyed that the Queen had planned such a personal trip for the prince, despite his assertion that he had no interest in suitors.

Not long down the pathway through the rustling leaves, wandering along the sunlight dappled trail, you spot the edge of the clearing surrounding the lake, so you pull your horse off the path and hobble it to a tree. You sneak up to the edge of the treeline to look out onto the group setting up a picnic beside the water – blanket and food spread out in the attempt at fashion simply seeing cheesy to your untrained eye. You had spent years in the castle, but you didn’t understand the need to always seem to fancy and rich. It was something Jinyoung claimed to love about you; you didn’t let the glitz, glam, and politics of the castle change who you really were at your core.

You decided to rest yourself on a fallen log, knowing that you would likely be here for a while watching.

However, not long after the picnic had been set out and the food had been eaten, the man had waved off the guards, asking them for privacy between the two. The guards had looked at each other, unsure what to do, but eventually shrugged and wandered off into the treeline, barely missing your seated figure.

You watched closely, eyebrows furrowed at the odd behavior of the young man now reaching his hand out to place it against Jinyoung’s arm. You lean forward in your seat, feeling your body heat as you realize that Jinyoung is fidgeting, looking quite uncomfortable at the situation at hand. Nothing had happened yet, but you knew Jinyoung’s moods better than anyone, and could read the emotions on his face even from yards away. Jinyoung was not happy.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you sneaked back to your horse, untying it from the tree, leading it back onto the road. You slip into the saddle, quickly kicking the horse into a canter to round the final bend and reach the lake on which the men were sitting.

The men both startled, turning to face you as they hear you call out for the Prince, reining your horse in just in time to spray sand against the young man who finally pulls away from Jinyoung to wipe his shirt and face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I must request that you come with me at once. There is an urgent matter back at the castle that requires your immediate attention, and I was instructed to come collect you quickly without any delay. If I might entreat you to climb upon my horse, I can get us back to the castle quickly.” You reach a hand down, doing your best to keep your face straight and serious as Jinyoung looks up at you with bewilderment, which fades quickly into barely hidden amusement.

“Of course, my Champion.” He raises to his feet, moving to take your hand, when he’s grabbed by the man still seated directly behind him, looking at him with confusion and annoyance.

“Why don’t you wait, Your Highness? I will come back with you as soon as we collect the guards and our things.” The young suitor gives a harsh look at you over Jinyoungs shoulder, before tugging on Jinyoung’s arm.

Jinyoung tugs his arm away, a feigned smile resting upon his lips as he steps ever closer to your patiently waiting horse. “No, I’m afraid this sounds much too urgent to wait even an extra moment. I shall see you back within the castle.” He turns without a second of hesitation, taking your arm and using the momentum of your assistance to pull himself onto the horse behind you, as he has done a million times.

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back as you canter back the way you came, heading for the castle as though your errand was real. About halfway back to the castle, Jinyoung whispers out a soft “thank you” that you can barely make out against the wind and you relax, letting a hand rest against his fists balled against your stomach.

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

The only time that you find joy other than being beside Jinyoung is when you’re in the training field. The guards all spent at least a handful of hours a day working in the field, ensuring that they keep their skills sharp and their muscles hard. You worked as a guide to the youth whenever possible; young pupils hoping to be guards and warriors were always trying to prove themselves in the field, but they always need a mentor to help them learn the tricks of the blade.

On warm summer days when there is nothing exciting happening in the castle, you often toil away your hours with a new pupil, a practice sword, and a sparing partner. Today was no exception.

You wiped away a layer of sweat threatening to drip into your eyes and blind you, as you roll out your sword arm. You had just bested yet another guard in a sparing match – you weren’t the most skilled warrior, but you had enough knowledge and skill to make you one of the top guards, tasked with protecting the royal family.

A new challenger steps up to the ring, groups of young and experienced fighters watching excitedly as the new man makes a show of stretching and swinging his sword, as though he could intimidate you into backing down or losing. Instead of bothering to “worry” about his theatrics, you continue shaking and stretching out your body, glancing over the crowd as you do so. You stutter in your stance for only a second as you spot a familiar face a few paces back from the edge of the crowd, a guard you’ve met several times standing beside them with a hand on their sword.

Jinyoung had come to see you practice. He didn’t often do this – he was the anxious one in whatever this was, always afraid of being spotted and questioned by someone who has no business in his. However, you were completely the opposite, ready to speak up about your love the moment he opens himself up to the idea. But here he was, standing with his arms crossed, a beautiful blue top tucked into tight dark trousers, his hair lightly ruffled by the soft wind blowing through the training field. He smiles softly, ducking his head slightly, almost impossible to see, if you weren’t in tune with every small movement of his body.

You smiled back, quickly turning back to your opponent as you both get into a fighting stance, preparing to spar. Both of you were wearing the standard armor and carrying wooden practice swords, but you could tell simply from the way he held himself that your opponent thought he had already won, simply from looking at you.

Obviously a newbie, then.

Someone to the side of the ring calls out the beginning of the match and the two of you begin circling each other, watching the way the other moves.

Seemingly on a whim, the man lunges forward, striking out with his sword. You step back, dodging the attack and sliding to the side, trying to pull the man off balance. He simply backs up, eyeing you and smirking, like he knows something that you don’t. You doubt it, most men who give you that look simply think that you’re afraid and running. No, you’re only bidding your time, looking for your chance to strike.

You circle the man again, watching for that telltale flinch of muscles before he lunges that you noticed last time. Finally you see it, only a millisecond before the man lunches again, this time attempting to rain down strike after strike. Instead, you block and dodge to barrage of blows, twisting and sliding your blade along his, redirecting him away from you every time. You see the beginnings of anger rising in the man; his face twisting slowly into a snarl, his hands tightening around the wooden hilt of the practice sword, his arms trembling from withheld rage. As his anger wells to a final explosion of aggression, he pulled his sword back, feinting a withdrawal before swinging his sword as hard as he could, aiming for your head.

You see this coming, however, and step to the side calmly, raising your sword with both hands to slash it across the mans side, effectively landing a “killing blow” that has the man grasping his side, dropping his sword in the process. You place your blade against the back of his neck, pulling it across it to simulate effecting a definitely killing blow to ensure your “win” in the fight.

The man growls up at you, moving to stand but you have already stepped away, being swept up by the crowd, who pats you on the back, calling out praise to you.

Another guard approaches, handing you a small letter folded up. You open it, seeing a familiar script dancing across the page with only two words written on it.

Visit later.

You glanced up to look around for the man responsible for your short letter, but he had disappeared.

You smiled and tucked the letter into the chestplate of your armor, beside your heart.

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

When you got off of practice that day, you went down to the market to get a small bouquet of flowers. You got his favorite, pink dahlias, which you thought fit him very well. In your kingdom, dahlia’s represented kindness and grace, something that you felt perfectly encapsulated the prince. He was equal parts of princely charm and empathetic sweetness, caring about all that he comes into contact with.

You take the flowers with you up to his room, sneaking through the corridors of the castle, since climbing the wall would surely crush the sweet petals of the fragrant plant you hold close to your body.

Finally making it to the doorway to his chambers, you look both ways before quickly opening the door and ducking inside. Last thing you needed was some random royal to see you slipping into the prince’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a childish grin on your face. Jinyoung wasn’t ready to go public, so you would keep it quiet for now. As long as you still got to be with him.

As you close the door quietly, you turn to find the prince shirtless, his pants being buttoned up by his chambermaid. You smile at the sudden look of surprise on the woman’s face – Jinyoung hadn’t seen you yet because his back was turned, but the woman could see you clearly.

You lift a finger to your lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and she quickly ducks her head back to securing the princes clothes for the afternoon. As she rises to grab the shirt for Jinyoung, you creep forward, wrapping your arms around his middle as you reach him, twirling him into the air.

He yelps, hands coming down to grab your arms, attempting to twist his body to face you. He knows instantly who it is that’s holding him, due to the flowers, the armor, and your familiar scent that has begun to wrap around him, sending his brain into a frenzy.

You can see he’s blushing, from the way his ears are blazing red under his hair and he’s trying to duck his face away from your gaze.

You drop him back onto the ground, letting your hands graze across his bare skin as you pull away, relishing in the way he shivers at your touch before he’s whipping around to face you.

“You scared the living daylights out of me.” He’s pouting, his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up, but you could see the slight twitch in his lips fighting to smile.

“You really should be more on your toes. I could have been anyone coming in here. You should never let your guard down, my prince. It could put you in danger.” You lean in as you talk, ghosting your nose over his, causing him to tilt his head up, searching your lips. You pull back before he can make contact and now he’s pouting for real.

“If you weren’t such a menace, my chambermaid here would have at least given a scream of warning if it were anyone of danger. Unfortunately, she seems to like you a little more than she likes me.” He rolls his eyes, sending a playful wink back at the chambermaid who has her face half hidden behind her hand, holding the shirt in the other.

“Nonsense, no one could ever be immune to your boyish charms.” You press a kiss to the mans temple before holding out the flowers for him to see. “Even my measly pay gets wasted away on flowers for you, who needs for nothing, simply so that I can see that beautiful smile you grant me.” Said smile is already splitting his face into pure joy at seeing the circular globes of pink sprouting from your fist. He bends down to give the flowers a deep scent, pulling back with eyes closed and face softened with joy.

“No one knows exactly what I need quite like you, my dearest protector.” He jokes, turning back to the chambermaid so she can slip his shirt on, hiding his golden skin and gentle curves with a linen top of off-white cloth that looks insanely soft and comfortable.

After she secures the fabric to his body, she bows, grabs his day-clothes that need washing, and scampers from the room. She wasn’t likely to say anything – she’s the only one in the castle who knows about your relationship and has been aware of it for two years now. She had walked in on you two cuddling after you had accidentally fallen asleep one late night; she had been sworn to secrecy and had proven tight-lipped since.

You hand the flowers over to your lover before grabbing his hands, pulling him lightly over towards his bed, curtains pulled back to allow in the failing light of the evening through the windows to shine across the silken sheets you two had spent many nights entangled in together.

“What has gotten into you today, my love?” Jinyoung asks, following along pliantly, always willing to follow your lead and whims. He so rarely was able to let go, trust another, and go with the flow – only when he was with you was he able to let down his guard and truly feel.

“Nothing in particular, my prince, only my love for you.” You settle onto the edge of the bed, pulling him to stand between your legs, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him close. He drapes his arms over your shoulders, looking down at where you sit before him with a look like sheer reverence across his features.

“I should continue to fan that fire if it leads to moments like this.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hold him close, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to yours, his tongue flicking against your own, his hands running up and down your shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I would not complain.” You whisper back when he finally pulls away, a look of thought and concentration passing behind his eyes. “What is on your mind, my prince? I can see that something is troubling you.”

Jinyoung only shakes his head, smiling down at you with love and care.

“Nothing is troubling me, my love. It is only that, I have recently been thinking about how we keep our love a secret. I know that I have said that I do not wish for them to take you from me, while I still only have the power of a prince. However, the many times in which my mother tries to push me into new courtships is growing, and she has expressed fear that I will not be wed before taking the throne. I know that day is many moons off, but I begin to wonder whether it isn’t time that we finally tell the world about our love.” His face begins to glow with the idea, his voice rising with each word as though breathing life into the idea has sparked a flame that will not flicker, fed a stream that will not stop raging.

You reach a hand up, cradling his cheek as you grin back up at the prince. You had voiced several times your undying love for him, and him back to you, but you had resolved to spend many more days hidden away, sneaking your love, until he was king and no one could stop the two of you.

You had believed that his mother would be understanding – she had tried so many times to find a suitor for her son that you were sure she would be happy with nearly anyone that her son had picked to carry his heart. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was skeptical and afraid, after hearing the many mean things that other royals had said about other royals who had married or paired up “below their rank”.

To finally hear Jinyoung say that he was ready to tell the world, haters be damned, had your heart soaring out of your chest, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe with the happiness coursing through your veins.

You pull Jinyoung down on top of you, peppering his face with kisses, almost definitely crushing the beautiful flowers that you had bought earlier in the day. Nothing else mattered than being close to the prince now, showing him exactly how much his words and feelings meant to you. You knew that some part of him was already aware of your passion for him – you had shared it plenty of times in a number of ways, but you needed to reaffirm it now, in the light of the future of your relationship.

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

Days later, you followed Jinyoung into the throne room where his parents are seated on their respective thrones. You had interacted with both the King and Queen in the past, but not in this capacity and not when you were about to convince them into letting you have their sons hand in marriage.

Jinyoung stops before the dais on which they’re sitting and you stop beside him, kneeling and bowing to them before standing straight. You would show deference, but not weakness.

Jinyoung smiled up at his parents, who both smiled back down at their son. They truly loved him; there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. You had no doubt that they would grant his wish, if he truly meant what he said.

He takes a deep breath before reaching his hand out to grasp yours. You freeze, waiting for him to explain to his parents why you were both standing before them today.

“Mom, Dad, I know that you’ve both been working very hard to find me a suitor from one of the four kingdoms who is worthy of my heart. I don’t doubt that you have worked tirelessly and did your best work to find people who are really suitable for me and who would make amazing additions to our kingdom, as they would rule beside me. However, unfortunately, the person who won and deserves my heart was in our kingdom this entire time.” He tilts his head to smile at you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if to say he would never let go. “I know that a prince and a guard sounds impossible, and I know many other Kings and Queens would never let their son marry a guard, who many deem as below us. Unlike those men and women, I know that our kingdom values all life, all people, regardless of status and blood. As long as a person is good and kind, is loving and caring, shows strength and courage, defends what they believe in and does not waver in the face of adversity or temptation, that they are worthy of the best that life has to offer. I have met no other who fits those tenants in the way that (y/n) does. They have proven loyal and kind, shown mercy and strength, done all they can to protect their loved ones while never giving up on their own beliefs. They are the only person fit to rule beside me over this kingdom when I one day ascent the throne.”

Your eyes mist over at the heavy praise you’re receiving from the love of your life. Jinyoung was always ready to share with you how much you meant to him, but you had never heard him share such sentiments to anyone else – it was nice to hear when you were alone, but something else entirely when he was telling his parents and the court guards all about his feelings. You could see his mother dab at her eyes, tearing up just as you expected her to; she truly loved and wanted the best for her son.

The one you couldn’t read was the King. He was sitting, looking over the two of you with a neutral face, as though he hadn’t heard anything that the Prince had just said. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows against his knees and entwining his fingers together. He hums softly, a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room, as though he’s thinking or warming up his voice for whatever he’s about to say.

The Queen is looking over at the King now, a smile on her face, as though she knows something you don’t which relaxes your shoulders just the slightest bit. If the Queen wasn’t worried, why should you be?

As though your thought sparked something in the King, he looks over at you, reaching a hand out to gesture in your direction as he finally speaks. “So, what do you have to say to all this, my knight?”

You take a deep breath, glancing over at Jinyoung, who is looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with many moons again, and which always seemed to bring you to your knees before him, time and again.

“I have been raised within the walls of this kingdom, under the rule of you both, and under that philosophy and expectations that comes from this society. I have raised through the ranks to prove my worth as a guard to the royal family, to protecting those values and the people of this kingdom with my life. I have spent countless hours training to be the best person I can be, for myself, for my kingdom, for my King, but most importantly, for my Prince, who I have sworn my life to – both out loud and in my heart a million times over. I cannot swear that I have reached the point to claim those same things about myself that Jinyoung sees within me. However, I continue to try everyday to prove him right and to be worthy of him by my side. I don’t presume to be in a place to tell you how to react to our love for each other. I don’t wish to sway you by telling you lies or pressuring you with threats, or any of the things that would instantly lose me the right to stand here before you asking for Jinyoung’s hand. However, I know that you are a fair king. You look to your people to hear their stories and learn their worries, and you care about what will bring true joy back into the kingdom. I stand here today to tell you that nothing would make us happier than to be together, to have each other truly and completely, in the way that we love each other.”

You bow down after finishing your speech, showing that despite all of the things you said, you would respect whatever he ruled in this matter. It would break you to have to turn away from your Prince, but if the King truly believed it would be in his better interest not to wed you, to keep your love a secret, you would continue to spend your days hiding away, stealing glances and touches whenever the chance arose. You would not, however, let him truly be pulled from your grasp.

As you waited to hear the answer of the king, you could feel your heart beating within your chest, pounding against your rib cage as though it wished to fly back to Jinyoung, its true owner. The blood rushed in your ears and you could feel every fiber of your body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing your whole world could crash down around you any moment.

Finally the king cleared his throat and you raised your eyes back to the graying man before you, who has a smile creasing his face which has your knees nearly dropping out from under you.

“If my son truly wishes to wed you and he has brought forth the courage to proclaim it before the courts, I see no reason to deny him the joys of love on the basis of something as trivial as status. You have proven strong in mind and body as a royal guard for many years, and the ways in which my son speaks about you shows that you continue to practice these tenets outside of the guard uniform and has me believing that you may be more worthy of the title of the Princes partner than any of the others we have brought here to woo him. I will give you my permission to court each other. Preparations can begin being made to plan the wedding to bind you two together.”

The Queen squeals with joy, leaping from her throne on the dais to raise down to her son, sweeping him into a hug. She presses kisses against his temple, stroking his hair, almost as though he was still a child that she found adorable, rather than a grown man who had just been sworn to wed. She turns to you next, pulling you into an equally strong hug, patting your back and whispering how truly happy she was and how thankful she was to have someone who could show her son the respect and love she knew he deserved.

Tears were shedding down her face, and matching ones traced down the Prince’s as he looked at you over his mother’s shoulder. He mouthed three words to you which had your throat closing up as well, your hands fisting into the queen’s dress as you try to hold back your own emotions.

You had finally won over the Prince, convinced the King and Queen to let you two be together, as you were meant to be. You had been so sure that fate would play out this way, two soulmates finding each other amongst perceived turmoil, but you still couldn’t believe that life had gone so well. You were in love with Prince Jinyoung and you swore to yourself that everyday from this day forward you would do anything to be the guard who deserved to marry the Prince.

And you never broke an oath.

[tv-gh0st]

Oumota Monsters au

I have a tag now #Drv3 Monsters

i thinkkk im gonna make kaito a vampire might change eventually bc uhm im like hella indecisive

IF ANYONE HAS OPINIONS PUT IT IN TAGS PLZ PLZ PLZ

anyways i wanted to talk specifically about oumota in this post bc uhm there down bad for eachother

my main inspiration for this was the song Ghosting by mother mother (also i think its worth noting @lampochkaart also helped inspire this au with some art they made ty ty ty)

so i wanted a big premise of there realationship to be Kokichi Haunting Kaito

and bc im a hurt/comfert enjoyer i love it dearly<3 i think how they get together should be very hurt/comfort vibes ya know

like kaito gets fed up and wants kokichi out and kokichi whos down bad but has horrible coaping mechanisms(pushing everyone he loves away[WICH BTW I WANT TO INCLUDE IN HIS DEATH]) is like OKAY BRO I DONT NEED U

but a ghost without anyone to haunt is like

not great

and kaito straifht up doesnt realize hes down bad for kokichi is like fuck man

they have a depression arc where they both are like shit im in love but refuse to make rhe first move

and idk how they find eachother again but they do

and i think kaito would be the one to say it because he genuinely hates tip toeing around eachother OR OR OR kokichi would say he loves him in a fit of rage/just tired of keeping up his masks(cas he thought once he died it was done he would be free but nooooooooo he lives on as a ghost)

and then its all comfort from there babes

i think maki would be very against there realatjonship and shuichi at first would be indifferent(kokichi orginallly haunted shuichi and i think in this au haunting someone would kinda mean something) but in general shuichi doesnt have a problem with it

kokichis main friends(miu and rantaro) dont mind at all he also has ties to kirumi(mom) and gonta neither of which care(nore are told emiditly)

i dont think being monsters changes there dynamic to much there like the lovingly bickering and then look at eachother like the other is littarly everything in the world <3

its a bit of a slow burn bc there both idiots and dont know how to do feelings

and none of there friends are super into playing march maker(except probably miu)

ALSO maybe adding rantaro into the mix at some point

im not aure but if i did it totally be less angsty

rantaro has his feelings in check okay atlest romanticly

he doesnt really have to much experience but that doesnt mean hes a complete idiot who doesnt know how to communicate

i think kaito and kokichi would both be looking at rantaro being like shit hes hot and i want to make a deep emotional conection with him but how do i tell my idiot bf that AND THEN tell rantaro that

abd rantaros just like

yo am i aloud to join or what

BOOM POLYAMOROUS FOR THE WIN

thats how i imagine it going down

honestly them being monsters again doesnt change the dynamic

dw tho there will be angst in other parts of there not-lives

i just wanted to talk about my gay ppl

AND DONT WORRY THERE WILL BE OTHER SHIPS

including Tenko x angie x himiko kaemaki (possible kaemakiiruma or whatever) some tsumugi x kaede(its complicated) so yaya gay ppl are tots winning

[raitrolling]

Afterparty

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

(This drabble is the epilogue to the Drive to Survive series, and occurs on the same night and after the events of Home Stretch)

Music blared in Sharle’s ears and bright flashing lights blinded his vision as he swayed on the dancefloor in a Las Casinavé club.

It was - Which club was this one again? - Maybe the third or fourth club he had been dragged to by Tira tonight. Initially the team had celebrated their first double podium finish and Tira’s first Grand Prix win at a hotel bar, but once the formal celebrations were over the younger crew had split off from the older members to hop from bar to club to another club to another bar to yet another club again.

Sharle was unable to keep up, and didn’t even know if all the mechanics they were originally hanging out with had followed him and Tira to this location. All he knew was that he was very, very drunk.

Sharle was not much of a dancer, apart from the times that Jamie had pulled him in for an impromptu tango, but once there was alcohol in his system he could not resist the siren call of the dancefloor.

He moved to the music in what seemed to be some sort of rhythm, grinning and swaying and attempting to mumble along to the lyrics of the music pumping through the club’s speakers. He felt like he was looking like he knew what he was doing. Those watching him, however, would witness a whole lot of head bobbing and arm movements, but not much happening in the hips and legs department.

Regardless of the fact that he looked more like a bobblehead fighting an invisible enemy at a very close range than a finalist in a dancing competition, the falcon troll still managed to pull other clubbers into his orbit with nothing but pure celebrity aura.

He was careful, of course, making sure to not get too close to anyone and keeping any conversations as casual as possible. Friendly, yet distant. Even if he didn’t have a secret quadrant to worry about, he always made sure to not do anything that Ropikk would berate him for the next evening. 

Ropikk had gone back to her hotel room after the first celebration at the bar, not one for partying until the early hours of the morning. But he knew she would be up bright and early the next evening, immediately checking social media to ensure that her co-workers had not gotten caught up in any scandals. 

Still, the concept of celebrity scandals did not stop other dancers from trying to get close to him, forcing him to hold up his hands and slur out an apology, hoping they get the picture that he isn’t interested. Some trolls did, others would still try to grab and hang off him until he needed to be a bit more forceful - and on at least one occasion tonight one of the team’s mechanics had to step in. Otherwise, Tira was usually pretty close by to happily tell people to back off. 

At this current point in time, Sharle had attracted the attention of an indigoblood. Tall, fit, and wearing a tight shirt paired with some equally-tight slacks, the man gave off the vibe of a seasoned nightclub-attendee. He might have tried to have introduced himself while they danced together, but Sharle had failed to hear his name over the other noise around him and just nodded along to whatever he was saying.

This did result in the indigoblood shouting him and a few other nearby trolls a round of jagerbombs, which Sharle took one without thinking twice. He’d lost count how many different shots he had done over the course of the night, as the team’s mechanics loved goading everyone into various drinking challenges. 

As Sharle was beckoned back onto the dancefloor by his new companion, he noticed some people had taken out their cameras. His alcohol-addled brain did not put two and two together initially, at least until he realised that the space between himself and the indigoblood was closing in as the other man became more bold with his dance moves, grinning at Sharle with a flirtatious look in his eyes.

It then clicked in the blueblood’s head that he might’ve gotten a bit too distracted by the friendly offers for another drink that he might’ve given this troll the wrong idea, and now he needed an out. 

… Wait, where was Tira? Where was anyone?

The indigoblood, equally as lost in the atmosphere of the nightclub and enjoying his time far too much to notice his dancing partner’s current crisis, leant in uncomfortably close to Sharle, and whispered into his ear. 

“You’ve got some real cute moves, Bluey. Wanna take this back to my hotel?” 

He felt the other man’s hot breath against the side of his face, the indigoblood exhaling feverishly from the exhaustion of dancing for hours as he lowered his head downwards to try to kiss Sharle’s neck -

But was politely - yet firmly - pushed away by the falcon troll.

“Mmmh, sorry, I can’t…” Sharle slurred, unfocused eyes attempting to stare apologetically at his conversational partner. 

“Aww, what’s wrong? Not into higherbloods?” The indigoblood sounded disappointed, but not accusatory. “And we were getting along so well on the dancefloor~”

Sharle waved his hand, needing to pause for a moment to collect his thoughts. More trolls around them had their phones out. Were they taking photos? Recording?

“No, no… Nnn, not that. It’s just, errr, I have a boyfr-” 

“A best friend! Am I right, Sharrrlie?” 

Before he could finish that sentence, an arm wrapped itself around Sharle’s shoulders, pulling him inwards to the newcomer. Tira - of course it was him - grinned wildly as he patted the blueblood a couple times. Sharle blinked, completely stunned for a couple seconds, then nodded.

“Er, yeah, yeah… Best friend, that is- Yeah… Er, and- We are going…?” He spluttered, trying to sound convincing.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve had waaayyyy too much, Sharlie-boy. We’re heading home!” Tira yelled over the music, flashing a grin at the indigoblood. Evidently, he had also had one too many drinks.

The indigoblood, much to Sharle’s surprise, seemed completely fine with this, laughing at the display the two racing drivers were putting on.

“Alright, fine, I’m out. Have fun you two~” He teased, and waved them off as Tira began to drag Sharle away. 

Sharle did not resist in the slightest as the dragonfly troll took his hand, letting him lead him out through the crowd of dancers and other highly intoxicated individuals, focusing more on keeping one foot in front of the other without stumbling. He felt the cool air hit his face as they stepped outside, and realised his ears were ringing from the music.

He blinked a couple times, swaying in place as he tried to regain his bearings, and Tira threw his arm around his shoulders again.

“My godddd, Sharlie!!” The tealblood slurred, voice loud and jovial. “You almost gave it away! There were like, five people recording that dude trying to grind on you, man, that could’ve been a total disas-” Hiccup. “- Disaster.”

“He was- Huh? I thought I was, er…” Sharle shut his eyes and touched his knuckles to his forehead, gesturing with his other hand while he tried to remember how that sentence was going to end. He could literally feel his brain slowing down to a crawl. “Er… Y’know, not… Interested, l- looking….”

Tira pulled Sharle down towards him so he could grind his knuckle into the top of his head. Sharle was too baffled by the gesture to try and stop it.

“My dude! My guy!! Where are your brains? That ain’t what the photos are gonna look like! You’re gonna be in biiiig trouble, mister, so you better get to saying your prayers and apologising to Jamie right away!!!” The tealblood asserted, letting his friend go so he could stand back up straight. “Come on, back to our hotel, chop chop!!”

Sharle could not think of how to argue against that, or to even consider if either Tira was overreacting. But he did know one thing: He did want to talk to his matesprit, and then take a big nap.

-------------------------------------------------------------

As the pair returned to their hotel room, Sharle took out his phone and opened up his messaging app. With great difficulty, he began to text Jamie.

– apexVelocity [AV] began trolling sisypheanStarsight [SS] –

AV: J4mi3

AV: J4mi3

AV: I 4m

AV: Hom3 now

AV: Hot3l

AV: Its good 4nd I’m s4f3 cuz Tir4 s4v3d m3

AV: Y34h

AV: Ok goodnight I lov3 yuo

AV: H34rt

– apexVelocity [AV] gave up trolling sisypheanStarsight [SS] –

Tira, too, made the incredibly drunken decision that he too needed to inform Jamie of the events of tonight.

– variedAcceleration [VA] began trolling sisypheanStarsight [SS] –

VA: oVo JAMIIIIIIIIIE WASSUUUUUUUP

VA: oVo GUESS WHO WON BERE PONNNGGGGG G!!!!

VA: oVo OH AND SOme dude totally tried getting schnazty wit sharlie LOOOOOL

VA: oVo but hes a good boi and ddnt do anythng

VA: oVo AND

VA: oVo i totes saved the night cuz he allllllmost gave away the secret and was like

VA: oVo oh sorry i errrrr,,, have boyfrien

VA: oVo but i was like nOPE

VA: oVo he didn say boyfriend he said best friend

VA: oVo like besties!!!!

VA: oVo but were back at the hotel now and sharlie is suuuper passed out lol look

– variedAcceleration [VA] sent an image: ‘sleppybirb.png’ –

VA: oVo therr he is…..

VA: oVo goodnight sweet prince…………

– variedAcceleration [VA] gave up trolling sisypheanStarsight [SS] –

The photo Tira had sent to Jamie was extremely shaky and his head obscured half of it, but in the background was Sharle, fully clothed and passed out on the hotel bed, legs akimbo with one dangling off the side and head barely touching the pillow, and his phone still in hand opened to his text conversation with his matesprit.

[livvyofthelake]

list of objectively correct opinions on revenge abc. and what are you gonna do, check my work? you're gonna watch my show and check my work? yeah right

declan porter ANNOYINGGGG. suffers from chronic teenage bo disease. and then he dies. rip.... but before that he was sooo annoying like i'm sorry to this kid but why was he addicted to making his brother's life ten times more difficult than it already was... sorry for being a jack girl... as if that's a crime...

nolan and emily's joint slay was just crazy even on day one... what if there were two blonde bitches who were like a brother and sister and they did schemes together... huge tv concept. never been done since their swag was just too unique...

and yeah sometimes i'll call her emily and sometimes i'll call her amanda.... depends on the vibe at the moment idk. once other amanda/emily gets here i generally just call our main bitch emily and the other one amanda but it is soooo not my fault they decided to be complicated by swapping identities. this too is yuri by the way

daniel grayson's dead from the beginning realness... like it was tragic and shocking when he died in season 4 but looking back surely that was always going to happen....

speaking of daniel. he was soooo. nice. in season 1... it kinda makes me sad to think about how fucked up they made him like he used to be so nice and kind and genuine... what's the taylor swift lyric. a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.... happened to him. real. and they killed him for that crime

victoria grayson the ultimate tv cunt.... she is soooo. hateable. but i loveeeeeeee her... <3 a huge win for evil milfs, a huge win for toxic heterosexuality, a huge win for bad mothers (maybe the child just had bad vibes), and a huge win for the television landscape at the time in every way

frank (grayson family security guy) was kinda awesome i loved how he was kinda giving dog metaphor and was tragically in love with victoria and then he just got murdered in like episode six or something and they found his body in a gutter. rip frank

jack porter...... the ultimate tv heartthrob for moms everywhereeeee.... it's like he was invented for moms to find hot. sunday night primetime on abc used to go crazy for moms huh. they've lost the way i fear

ashley davenport character that is both soooo interesting and sooo annoying. she's actually not bad in the first couple episodes but once she becomes an apologist for her insane boyfriend i lose all respect for her fr like girl can you stand up. he's not even interested in you he sucks... like her allegiance to loser men is insane it's what makes me hate her seriously

and i can't talk about that man. trust there's much to say and feel but i can't get into it at this time

[loracarol]

For all that I love Les Misérables (the musical), I've only seen it once on stage; when the local high school was performing it, and I was in elementary school/early middle school. (I don't know why my Mum took us to see it, but some things definitely went over my head lmao.)

So my brother got my Mum and I tickets to see the US tour, and holy shit. Holy. Shit.

Some of the things I enjoyed may be common to the play! Maybe I'm just out of the loop! But I still really liked them! (In no particular order.)

Nick Cartell and Preston Truman Boyd were really good as Jean Valjean and Javert, but I have to give a special shout out to Haley Dortch whose Fantine was exquisite and Randy Jeter who played the Bishop and whose breath control/ability to hold long notes I envy deeply.

Gavroche flipped Javert off at the barricades. 🤣

Is Grantaire caring for Gavroche a common theme in the musicals? Because in this one, Gavroche ran to give Grantaire a hug during one point at the barricades - I think after Eponine dies? And then Grantaire gave Gavroche his coat to sleep under. Later it's Grantaire who takes it the worst when Gavroche dies, and is the one to hold him and take him down from the barricade.

I have a confession… I don't actually know the difference between the different Les Amis. I know that they're popular, and I know some of their names, but I have to double check the lyrics to see who Grantaire was. >>; That being said, they're death scene was really amazing but also probably be very careful if you're sensitive to flashing lights. They had spotlights flash to represent the bullets as each Les Amis died and it was gorgeous and brutal.

Our barricade wasn't a turntable, but the sets in general were really cool. They had a projector screen on the back that they used to great effect, especially during the sewer scene and Javert's suicide.

THE RUNAWAY CART. I have no idea how they did that but it was so well done.

The Turning transition to Empty Chairs at Empty Tables and how each lady in Turning left a candle and then each dead Les Amis picked one up and toasted like it was a cup. Ugh. Gut punch.

The Thénardiers were terrible and hilarious as always. We were high up in the cheap seats, so I couldn't always tell what everyone was doing, but the Thénardiers were always so over the top that I could always tell what they were doing.

Diversity win, one of the worst characters in the musical made canonically bisexual (?) with the lines in Beggars at the Feast changed from, "This one's a queer \\ But what can you do?" to "This one's a queer \\ I might try it too." At which point M. Thenardier started dancing with the gentleman in question and dipped him.

I really could see why Marius would be clueless about Eponine's affections; every time he actually is interacting with her, she's either teasing/friendly bullying him (pick-pocketing his book then throwing it across the street), or helping him find another woman. It's only in her asides/inner monologue that she acknowledges it. It gave very, "boy pulling pigtails" vibes and I would understand why Marius wouldn't necessarily see it.

In general, Marius and Cosette were adorable. His "I'm doing everything all wrong" was pitch perfect and he had the audience laughing.

...I know that J/J (?) Valvert (?) is the most popular pairing, but honestly I came out of the first act wanting an AU where Fantine's illness is less deadly, and she ends up leaving w/ Valjean, and they figure the easiest way to hide is to get married and pretend to be a family; it hides Cosette's parentage, and gives them a cover in Paris; Javert is looking for Single Convict Jean Valjean, not Married Family Man Normal McLoving-Husband-and-Father. And later Javert can join in making them a weird poly trio, as a treat. (Not weird because they're poly; weird because Javert is Like That.)

(...Maybe in a modern AU where Javert gets some major therapy.)

(My first thought was fake-marriage AU where Valjean marries Fantine to get her on his health insurance and then I remembered that that's an American Problem Probably.)

(I'm not saying it would work for all versions of Valjean and Fantine, just in this one.)

The Bishop was with Fantine and Eponine in welcoming Valjean to heaven and that's when I started crying.

In the applause, all the child actors held hands with Valjean and did a bow with him & then he picked up the child!Cosette of the night and carried her. It was adorable. Everything about Valjean and child!Cosette was adorable.

In general everything with the children was so fucking cute.

I already loved the songs, but hearing them echo and reverb in the theater was amazing and I'm super jealous of people who can go on the reg. |D

Just. Ugh. It was so good. I didn't realize how much I missed live theater.

I even bought merch for the first time. 🤣(A keychain and some pins, nothing fancy admittedly.)

I wish every traveling group put out their own soundtrack. I want to listen to these guys 5ever.

[lunarsun12]

No Favourites

Masterlist

Hyunjin is convinced that Chan favours Felix about more than the rest. As he won’t stand to get ignored by Chan like that (he is a making fuss as it will get him to stardom). Hyunjin tasked Han and Changbin to spy on Chan, once and for to get chan to admit it. As well using it to his own advantage, making him feel guilty. To make him become the favourite.

Does Chan really have a favourite?

Back At SKZ Chat

Today 17:00

Bangchan🐺: Binnie and Han stop staring through my studio window! Don’t you two have better things to do

Han🐿️: You are sus appa more sus then that marriage thing!

Changbin🙄: Han stop elbowing me in the face! It will leave a mark!

Han🐿️: Shut up! Appa is berry sus!! Especially with Felix!!

Han🐿️: You derserve it after last week! Now Eomma won’t stop checking in on me asking if I’m okay!

Changbin🙄: You should make it more specific not to tell!!

Han🐿️: I said do not tell Eomma about that thing. What need to specific about that!

Bangchan🐺: You two go home! Before somone sees you two! My rep is already bad after Hyunjin drama

An hour later…

Hyunjin🕺: Appa…? You now have favourite when you said you love everyone EQUALLY

Seungmin🐶: Hyunjin shu- wait hyunjin making sense!

Hyunjin🕺: I thought binnie and han were being dramatic. As Appa refuse to let him into his office whatever it is called

Hyunjin🕺: But when he came home! He immediately went to look for Lix completely ignoring my existence!

I.N🦊: AND ME!

Bangchan🐺: Not again…Lix asked for something…leave Lix alone!

Hyunjin🕺: YOU TOLD A LIE! It’s obvious you favourite Lix!

Hyunjin🕺: Ahem evidence 1, when Lix shrunk Eomma shirt. You said it’s okay, when seungmin did it! You scold him and made him buy a new one!

Hyunjin🕺: Evidence 2…

Seungmin🐶: Hyunjin shut up! We don’t want to hear anymore. I’m already falling asleep after you first statement

I.N🦊: Hyunjin is right! Appa always let Lix win! When we play Mario cart and Appa called me a baby for being upset when Lix did the same!

Bangchan🐺: I did no such thing! Lix happened to be close to me!

I.N🦊: Uh huh shoreee

Han🐿️: Hello Appa 😏…still in denial! Well then shall I tell Eomma about what you did to his cat tree..

Bangchan🐺: Are you threatening me all because of Lix? What cat tree!! Did you Eomma buy another one!?

Lee Know🐱: I heard cats…did chan found my secret cat toys collection

Bangchan🐺: This is ridiculous! You kids are making a scene!

Felix☀️: Appa I’m sorry! I accidentally broke your twice light stick

Han🐿️: Ooooo Appa will be mad

Bangchan🐺: M-my twice light stick..it’s okay Lix! I got spare one in my wardrobe

I.N🦊: POINT PROVEN! Thanks Lix for saying that

Felix☀️: uhhh you’re welcome…i don’t understand…why you all making a fuss every parents have favourite child like Eomma with Me + Innie

Lee Know🐱: Oh my gosh! Are you all still trying to get that old man to confess. He is helping Lix to plan a surprise party for his friend wooyoung!

Lee Know🐱: Now stop whining! Dori doesn’t like it when there is bad vibes!

Bangchan🐺: Finally someone is making sense…strangely it’s your Eomma who 80% of the time never makes sense

Felix☀️: C’mon guys! We all know Appa, always treats us fairly

Hyunjin🕺: This doesn’t make sense! The birthday party thing was 2 weeks. Appa has been doing it for a long time!!

Seungmin🐶: You idiot! It is 2 weeks since Appa acting nice…

Han🐿️: B-but it obvious Appa favour Lix! I wouldn’t be mad! If has a favourite!

Seungmin🐶: None of us will except Hyunjin!

Hyunjin🕺: OMG! I’m so happy Appa said I’m his second favourite. In your face Lix!!

Bangchan🐺: Boy…this kid doesn’t know when to be silent…it’s the only way to make him stay quiet. Gotta keep my favouritism Lix a secret

Felix☀️: But hyun-

I.N🦊: Great! Lix be quiet before hyunjin starts to have meltdown…hah..hah

[theresnotenoughusernames]

Witch of the Week - PT.1

PT 1 of Miniseries

Parings: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x platonic!reader

Summary: W.O.T.W. 

 A night of celebrating your latest hunt turns upside down when you meet a handsome stranger at a bar, to your surprise, you would reunite not even 15 hours later at a crime scene. After the inevitable team up, things get heated between y/n and Dean.   

Word Count: 4680

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“Ugh” you awoke clutching your pulsing head; the aroma of fresh coffee and last nights tequila shots filled your nostrils. 

“Finally, I thought you were going to sleep in all day” your friend Maria snickered as she threw a water bottle to your side and opened the nearest window “You smell like shit, get the fuck up and shower, your stinkin up the house”

Smiling softly as you swing your legs to sit up, you shove your middle finger in Maria’s direction and slowly make your way to the bathroom, “Made any breakfast with all that energy?” you retort.

“Duh Its on the stove, hurry up, my shift starts soon” she stated as she swung her hospital ID badge on her neck.

As the warm water hits your skin you can’t help but to relive the thoughts from last nights encounter at the bar. You and Maria had hit the bar hard celebrating a simple and deathless case a 10/10 in your books honestly. 8 years into hunting 3 years solo, and you made a point to celebrate any and every little win you get. 

“Cheers” you exclaimed in unison, shooting back your 5th shot of the night you felt a surge of energy rush through your body. As you turned to scope the bar, you locked eyes with a tall green eyed man that caused a hitch in your breath. Opting for a smirk from the unknown man in return.

Flushed with anticipation of your potential trouble for the night, you slyly turned to inform your friend of your departure. However... she had intended on doing the same, which unfortunately, involved a plus one for you. Being the best friend that you are, you quickly ignored the pull to go after the green eyed man across the bar and turned your energy to the men in front of you. “Y/N/N this is Fernando and Steve” seeing Maria’s clutch on Fernando, you quickly gathered Steve would be your entertainment for the night. Both men were alluring standing tall around 6ft with beautiful dark smiles on their faces. You shot your friend a nod for approval once you truly started to take Steve in; Dirty blonde, blue eyes, and a chiseled frame poking out from his tight white shirt. You were going to be jussst fine. 

“Hi there” Steve offered his hand. “Ooo a formal man” you exclaimed – Something sober you would’ve probably just thought and not blurted out, but he seems to like the half disinterested vibe you're putting out. – “I’m Y/N, what brings you out tonight?” 

“Doesn’t matter what brought me out seeing now I’ve just met you” a sly smirk grew on your face as he whispered in your ear. You scoff dragging him to the dance floor not wanting to continue with meaningless chit chat.

by song 4? 5? Whichever it was, you were both moving as one sultry and (hopefully) tasteful mess; you broke off to catch some air. Steve was a blast but it was too much to take him outside on the off chance that he would get the wrong idea. Plus a tipsy smoke break of your vape was 10x better when you were by yourself. As the cool air danced over your skin, your eyes took in your surroundings, a jet black old muscle car caught your attention. You were never that into cars but you could appreciate it, plus it reminded you of the first car your dad had, long before the days of the good ol 'minivan. 

Taking a few steps to admire the vehicle you started to hear soft steps in the gravel behind you. That’s all it took for you to sober up and start to reach in your jeans for your knife, slipping it ever so carefully into your sleeve for easy access. Keeping the guise that you were checking out the car you turned your body to the side and whistled low. “Like what you see” a deep voice hums from your peripheral. “Haven't seen a baby like this in a long time” you stated as you turned your attention to the man, quickly recognizing him as the hottie from the beginning of the night. 

Judging from the smile on his face he remembered you too. Little did you know, he’s been watching you all night - taking in how carefree and effortlessly tantalizing you moved. “You’ve seen this car before” the man clearly interested if you’ve crossed paths before. 

“Looks like one my dad used to have, remember some crazy rides in the back of that thing” you beamed tucking your hands in your pockets still clutching your handy little knife. 

He subtly approached arm now resting on the impala. You stood your ground near the rear. 

“You from around here?” the man inquired. 

“Not really, and neither are you I bet” 

“Why’s that'' he stated.

“Cause, with a car like that – and a face like that” you pointed as the green eyed man smiled, “I deefffinitely would’ve seen you before” the bold statement rolled off your tongue smoother than your drunk mind cared to stop it. 

“Dean we’ve got a ca..” a deep voice slices through the tension from across the lot. Heavy boots and a large figure clears the distance in no time, stopping to speak once he sees your head poke out from behind Dean. “oh. i. uh. sorry De, we’ve got a call from uh Jody.” The man fumbles on his words and ‘Deans’ features stiffen ever so slightly but not letting it change the way he looked at you. If you weren't paying attention like you always did, you just might’ve missed it. Thus. prompting you to exit left before the mystery man you now identified as Dean had a chance to properly introduce himself or reply to your come on- “Welp, see you around then Dean” you let his name roll off your tongue as you walked away. “Take care of that car yeah” you turned to wink at him still stuck in his spot as he watched you walk away noticing you slip something into your back pocket. “Making new friends” Sam taunted his brother as you entered the bar taking one last puff from your vape. “Would’ve if it weren’t for -- shit -- didn't even get her name” Dean shrugs still watching you as he enters the car “So what's up with Jo”

Making your way back to your friend Maria you're ready to pick back up where you left off with Steve, that is until you're met with her sad eyes as she peers at her phone. “What's wrong” you asked with creased eyebrows as you shot a look to Fernando and Steve “UGHH Y/N! My surgery got pushed to the morning shift” Maria pouted and put the final nail in for the night. Yeah Steve was hot, but there was no way you would leave your friend for some guy you barely spoke to... You took down Steve’s number and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you left. He even made sure you two were safe to get home and waited with you for the uber like the gentleman he is. 

Lucky for you Maria was just finishing up breakfast as you strolled out of the guest room y/h/c still damp wetting your top. She was one of your best friends since you met in middle school and you never felt like a guest in her house when you crashed in-between hunts, but there was always one rule any time you were in the house together you had to have ‘actual meals for once’. Your rule in return was to prepare her on how to defend herself and teach her any new supernatural warding you picked up. Your friendship was a nice touch of homelife that most hunters don’t get the chance to experience.. But this is usually short lived, after a night of celebrating a case closed... your phone started ringing with the next one up to bat. 

Your hunter friend Bonnie called you from a case 60 miles away from your location in dire need of some backup. Out of everyone in the community you were her go to and she was yours. Approaching hunting like a seedy tinder date, you’d check in and share locations on hunts. This time around she was hunting some nasty dark arts witch and ended up in the hospital after she finally caught up to it. 

You said your bittersweet goodbye to Maria as you grabbed your keys and hit the road. 60 miles would fly like a breeze after a hearty to-go breakfast from your bsf and your Spotify playlist playing all your hype mixes. 

Meeting up with Bonnie in the hospital was like a kick in the teeth. She looked BAD. Whatever shit she's mixing you into this time isn't going to be a one and one kind of stich. She gave you a quick lowdown on the POS plus the key to her motel, for the rest of the evidence. Bonnie squeezed your hand tight before you left “Be careful Y/N/N” all you could do is offer a knowing smile in response and lay down some protection wards. 

As you unloaded into the motel your scanner app alerts of death nearby with the same M.O. of your witch on the run. Prompting to go after the lead you slap on your fed suit. Cops were reluctant as usual, but you quickly pushed them out to thoroughly comb the scene in peace. The right confidence and badge could open any doors. 

John Doe was nailed to the wall with their heart torn out of their chest and tongue cut out. Not your typical witch run being more gory than usual, with odd markings on the chest. None that look similar from what you’ve encountered but you would have to compare it to Bonnie's notes when you get back. 

Still yet to search for any hex bags or supernatural mojo; you hear heavy steps and whispered tones from the entrance. Hiding your phone ready to scold some two bit deputies, you’re met with a familiar and confused face “Mornin Detectives” you spit out with a condescending tone and a sly smile.

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Dean quickly wipes the confused look on his face as he tries to analyze how to approach the situation. The other man simply scans the room focusing on the facade. 

“Morning” “Didn't know they put anyone else on this case” a tight lipped smile and serious response from the friendly giant. “I'm agent Kline this is agent Roberts”

Y/N smirks at the attempt “hmm you don't look like a Dean Roberts” you motion. “I’d prefer real names and what information you have on this case” Although you can spot a hunters facade from a mile away, you offer a chance for the men to clock you and speed up the process.

Dean finally perks up “Sam. Dean. Winchester. Only got a hunch. Your turn” Sam looks puzzled but accepts the events unfolding in front of him, offering you a quick smile and the smallest nod. 

“Body popped up before I had a chance to look into this case. Only got the cliff notes from a friend in bad shape, was going to compare to what I gathered from here” Loving this refreshingly cut and dry retort “Cards on the table” you state as you lean back.

“Would you be open to sharing?” Sam asks. 

“The sooner we get this piece of shit the better. Plus I don't appreciate the whole Bloody Valentine approach to murder. You can follow me to my motel after we're done here”

Sam and Dean share a look, Sam opening his tight lipped smile to speak “Works for me… uh” “Y/N” you state. “Now have you guys ever seen anything like this” you said blissfully unaware of just which pair of men you’ve encountered. 

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The ride back to the motel was brief and it just so happened the brothers already knew how to get there.. Since they were staying a measly 3 doors down. You wonder how you managed to miss them when you arrived but knew this case would be a lot smoother with backup close by. 

Deans the first one to speak when you all meet up outside of your cars. 

“Alright before we go in. I’m gonna need to change out of this fed suit.” Tugging on his collar and walking away. 

“See you in 15” 

“Fine by me”

Leggings and an oversized tee beats a suit any day. With extra time on your hands you have a chance to make the motel look decent enough for company. AKA hide the clothes you threw on the bathroom floor. 

A gentle but firm knock sounds in your ears. Jumping up from the table where you laid out the evidence you’re excited to share what you’ve found with the boys. 

“Hey. Any of you know why our witch of the week is carving Greek symbols into our vics?”

“Not really my thing” Dean states as he slides by you and gestures to his brother. 

“Greek? Huh” Sam brows furrowed as he starts a tangent of the possible connections. You clearly see the more valuable brother for intel as you shut the door. 

30 minutes pass and you are sure the carvings are related to the Greek god Eros but can’t find a single reason why the tongue or heart was cut out. Sam huffs as he throws down another stack of Bonnie's files. 

“There's nothing here. This doesn't make any sense.” he groans as he runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Dude calm down, something has to be here” his brother tries to offer some support. 

“No Dean, maybe he’s right. The only people who would understand is the witch or freaking Eros” The boys share a look just as your phone rings. As you excuse yourself from the table the guys continue chatting in hushed tones”

“Hey Y/N/N, its Steve from last night.. I uh hope this isn't a bad time for you”

“Oh Hi! No.. I'm free. just surprised to hear from you” Moreso how he got your number, you don't remember giving it to him or why this man you've barely spoken to would want to start now. You took his number down for this exact reason. So you wouldn't get any surprised calls unless you initiated it.

“Yeah, I kind of convinced Maria to have it after I didn't hear back from you last night.” 

Pushy. But the sweet tone of his voice tells you his intentions are pure which make you blush. It's been a while since you’ve had a guy care. Or rather one that you would let care about you. Hunting and dating don't tend to mix well so you opt for the occasional hook-up where you promise to call them the next day but then ‘lose’ their number. But this feels different. He feels different. You have.. hope? Shooting a glance at the men in front of you, your met with Deans hard stare, quickly you regain your composure and muster a response. 

“Yeah well a work emergency kind of took me out of town for the next couple of days, haven't really had a chance to breathe”

“You sound like you need a break doll”

—a few minutes pass as you indulge yourself with Steve before you're brought back to reality.

“Y/N, glad to hear catching up with your boy-toy but Sammy’s got a lead. Could you wrap it up.”

You roll your eyes at the comment but choose to cut off the convo with Steve… that is after you promised to grab drinks with the charmer when you get back to town. Beaming from your brief call with the Greek god of your own you join the boys back at the table. 

“So, what do we’ve got” 

“Well, you gave us an idea. Not sure if it was on purpose but it still got me thinking. We could ask Eros himself. It's super easy and only requires a few things from the store” enthusiasm dripping out of every word Sam offered.

“You sure it’ll work?”

“It's worth a try” Dean finally chips in as dry as could be. 

“I'm going to head out to the store to pick up the stuff, but get this, you need a man and a woman to recite the spell simultaneously. That's probably why all the vics have been male.” 

Satisfied with his findings he opens up the spells for you and Dean to study while he pops out to the store. After a few minutes of looking over the spell you asked Dean if he wanted to practice saying it in unison; to your luck you got it on your first try, still repeating another 2x to make sure it wasn't a fluke. 

“Beer” you suggested to Dean. 

He gave you a knowing nod and you made your way from the fridge. 

“So.. didn't peg you for a hunter last night” he started.

“Reallly” you chuckled as you took a swig of the cold drink. “You need to pay better attention then Winchester; was holding a weapon once you made your way over to me”

“Ah, I knew I saw you slip sumtin’ in your back pocket”

“While you were checking me out? Interesting” A playful smile spread across your face as you teased.

Red crept up Deans neck as he laughed at such an accusation.

“Sweetheart, the only thing getting checked out last night was my car. I guess captain America at the bar was too much for you so you had to run away huh?”

Well if you didn't think he was checking you out before, you definitely did now. For someone so short of words, he sure did know how to choke on em. You could’ve let it slide and ignore the blatant comment that confirmed he was checking you out. But you live for the drama.

Offering a low hum before you speak “Oh you noticed him. Shame really, there was a guy at the other end of the bar who looked more my type but then I got twisted into entertaining him for my friend.” a sinister smile briefly on your face as you take a sip of your beer. Carefully watching Dean as he tries to contain himself. He's enjoying this just as much as you.

Parting his soft lips to reply, he's cut off with the sound of Sam cock-block Winchester entering fresh from the store. Mentally cursing to yourself as this is the second time your bold comments go unretaliated. Finishing your beer you accept your fate and lend Sammy a helping hand as he lays out everything you need for the spell to work. 

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“…βγείτε μπροστά” “…βγείτε μπροστά” [come forth] 

Light fades in front of the group as a figure makes its way over. A tall shirtless man.. women?.. Figure seems to scramble in front. 

“εραστές γιατί με φωνάζετε [lovers, why do you call upon me]” a deep a soulful voice makes its way to your ears before your able to take in the figure in front of you, a tall shirtless man with chiseled abs, a jawline fit for a god and the face to match. As the boys are happy to see the plan worked Sam's attempts to translate, you on the other hand are trying to remember the task at hand as the God steps closer and makes you feel hot all over. 

“θέλετε να συλλάβετε [do you wish to conceive]” he whispers near your ear lustfully, taking in both you and your spell partner. You can't help but blush and squeeze your legs together absentmindedly, he's a god you think, the god of sex and desire, he must be secreting some sort of pheromones in the air. Y/N chill out. Your thoughts betray your actions as you peel your eyes of the God to look over at Dean, wrong move. He takes in a shaky breath as he shifts in his jeans. As the god slowly circles around the two of you like prey. You reach out to Dean's arm in an attempt to stabilize yourself. The contact sent waves of fire throughout your body and by the way your eyes locked, you could say the feeling was mutual. 

“Samm..” you croak out with strain, resulting in Dean to push his side closer to you. Sweat beading from your foreheads as you both fight the urge to keep composure and ignore the growing heat in your bellies. 

Sam attempts to explain the situation in the gods native tongue, causing the Eros to move closer to him and more importantly away from you. 3 steps was all it took for you and Dean to feel like you could breathe again, sharing a knowing glance and separating. Although it wasn't enough as you took it upon yourself to move farther away to get something, anything, to drink. As if things couldn't get weirder, when you turned back around from grabbing a drink the chiseled man who caused such a disturbance in the room was no longer there. Replaced by a woman in white who seemed to be casting a troubling effect on the pair of brothers.

“Geez could you tone down the sex appeal Eros” was all you managed to say before the God made its way over to you changing forms once again “κανένα πρόβλημα αγάπη [no problem love]” he stated as he ran a finger down your cheek. You find yourself leaning into the touch as it sends bolts of electricity through your body. But once you open your eyes you find that Eros did indeed ‘tone it down’ allowing you to breathe in their presence. “Good, now do you speak English by any chance” you hoped – Greek sounded hot but you'd rather not rely on google translate to solve your issues. 

“What is it you need, my doll? I do not know of this witch you speak of. Or the methods of mutilation, sounds more like something of interest for my father” 

“But she's been casting the same spell we just did” Sam questions as you inch your way closer to the boys and away from the sex god, testing if they will change into another form the further you get. 

“My love, ingredients are nothing without heart and heat”

“You mean ‘cause Blair witch forced the vics into the spell it wouldn't make it on your radar” 

Just as you thought, the closet Eros was to someone would affect the form they took on. In the blink of an eye a woman's hand brushed over Dean's forearm “precisely” she smiled up to the eldest Winchester. A goofy expression took over his face as he slowly pushed off the y/h/t God, looking between you and Sam. 

Eros took it upon themself to make its way over to sit by you [seeing as you were the one most open] as the chiseled man sat down, you noticed their eyes were no longer brown when he first appeared, no, now it's turning into a very distinctly familiar shade of green. Being on the other side of the room had its advantage as the boys would not be unable to see the change. Was this the reason Dean had distanced himself from Eros? How exactly does Eros choose what form or features to take on? A familiar fire warms your insides as the affectionate Greek God makes contact while you're lost in thought. 

“I am merely a lover, my doll. What can I do for you now?” you continue to chat with Eros as the brothers brainstorm far away from Eros’s lustful effect. 

“Can you tell when the witch tries to call on you?”

“Hmm.. I have felt an unusual pinch in my body in the past moon”

“You..your heart or tongue?!”

“Yes, my love. As well as my chest. It is the smallest pinch and then nothing” Eros states as he guides your hand along his chest mimicking his words. Keeping your hand over his heart Eros starts to lean in taking in your features “πανεμορφη [beautiful]” a heat rises inside you once again. Your heart beating out of your chest as you close the distance between you meeting the gods soft and welcoming lips before he devours you with the swipe of his tongue. You're not sure if it's him or his powers but you're ready to pounce on his lap - “woah. woah. woah.” a voice attempts to pull you out of your trance. Not bothering to find out who it was, you maintained your battle with Eros’s tongue, that was until someone physically tugs you out of it. Electricity fades the further you are pulled apart. Dean looked down at you like you were mad “the hell Y/N” he said with a twisted look in his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the other hand no longer hovered over the male version of Eros, but rather a version who looked similar to yourself. The version who maintained to stay out of your sight but still in your grasp as you all stood connected, Eros whispered in the Winchester's ear falling under Eros’s spell, Dean leaned in, crashing his lips into them as y/h/c filled his hands. Something pulsed through you as Eros and Dean kissed. It was too much and it took every ounce of energy to break away and not join. While you stumbled away your head spined as it filled with vivid thoughts of you and Dean. Blinking the thoughts away, you were finally able to hear Sam, someone who you forgot about entirely for the past 5 minutes and apparently the person who's been trying to reverse the spell to send Eros back to wherever he came from. Not wanting to fall for the spell - you joined Sam's attempt. 

“..ΕΠΙΣΤΡΟΦΗ” [Return] Sam and you screamed the final part of the reversal. Right before Dean was going to mount Eros right in front of the two of you. “Thank fuck” Sam slumped into a nearby chair. Dean fell on top of the bed surprised to see the lack of person underneath him and you, well you, were as beat as Sam and confused as to what the hell transpired since it was now dark outside. “How long was this going on Sam?” You shot a concerned look over at the spent Winchester. 

“Way too fucking long. De you ok?”

“Oof never better” Dean now sitting up on the bed, holding his head in his hands. 

“Well.. i think now's a good time to call it a night right?” you were [to no surprise] left hot and horny after the whole encounter with Eros. The last thing you need is to continue the night in that condition. 

“Yeah, we’ll call you in the mornin’ to start on another lead. Goodnight Y/N” Sam jumped up heading towards the door. Poor boy, you had no idea how long he was trying to get you or his brother out of the spell. Sam couldn't get out of that room any faster and assumed/didn’t care his brother would follow suit, he needed to rest. Bad. His brother on the other hand, was still on your bed, head in hands and labored breath. Prompting you to instinctually rub his back “what's wrong” he stiffens at the touch. 

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A/N

- Hi pls send thoughts ty lol - 

y/h/t = Your Hair Type

  PT 2 - OTW 

[shikai-the-storyteller]

QSMP PURGATORY FINALE

Liveblogging Phil's POV - Part 1

[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ]

Strap in lads, this is a longgggg liveblog.

NEW BOLAS EMOTE LETS GOOOO

Aw, the idea of a shared playlist is so sweet.

Yeah I'm sick of Purgatory it's super stressful watching it and seeing the Fandom being stupid about it. If they keep Purgatory going (which I doubt they'd do, but One Fear and all that) I might stop watching stream as much. It's really not my vibe. If I do watch I'll probably just solo Phil's POV and that's it. I've been watching Fit more than Phil lately (for once) but that's been stressful).

Whenever Phil and Roier interact I gain a +10 boost to my mood

Oh, Maximus was streaming? OK yeah he's definitely set off that bomb today LMAO

Noooo they're all shouting over Maximus and he just goes silent noooo :((( SHUT UP AND LET MAXIMUS SPEAK GOOD GOD

Thank you Phil and Mouse for answering him I was losing my mind

Roier and Etoiles arguing about stupid stuff with each other is so funny, I'm so glad Purgatory made them become so close

LMAO Etoiles I'm so sorry, your team just loves dying

It's sad that Maximus didn't log on more, I wish more people knew how funny he is and what a good RPer he is :(

Mouse is so funny too I wish I had time to watch her

44m - Phil: Do we have a choice? Tubbo: We always have a choice. Banger convo

46m - Etoiles: I could kill them naked You sure could dude

NOOO ETOILES DONT SAY THAT THE EGGS ARE GONNA HAVE A DEATH BATTLE MY HEART DROPPED INTO MY STOMACH oh nvm "Dapper clears" made me laugh. Pomme would be awesome too.

52m 30s - Two coffee beans and a wooden hoe I'm DYING

Cellbit was only holding back his murderous tendencies on the Island because of coffee (and Roier)

POP OFF ETOILES I KNOW THAT SONG!!!!

The pure serotonin of hearing Etoiles sing a Spanish song I know :')

Poor Maximus coming back after 30 minutes. Surely he isn't working on his bomb (copium)

LMAO Maximus and his new server

58m - Maximus: Gays, any news?

I love him

OH CRAP CUTSCENE

"I SPY WITH MY GIANT EYE" LMAO

Oh Phil is gonna wipe the floor with Tubbo

LMAO of course he says stick fight

Poor Etoiles he's suffering

"Switch your hearts to Hardcore" Ok, Slime said that as a joke but that'd go so hard

Thank god Phil is going to be honorable about it, I know Tubbo will be too.

SHAKING MY SCREEN PLEASE STOP TALKING OVER MAXIMUS EVERYONE!!! This is a topic we’ve talked about a billion time but man, I wish they could implement translations / subtitles into their group chat as well, every conversation during events is biased in favor of English speakers. Aypierre was based for speaking only French with Bad and Fit the other day.

I love Etoiles he’s so funny

I LOVE THAT PHIL AND TUBBO ARE TALKING THIS OUT, AGH!!! I LOVE COMMUNICATION I MISSED THIS!!!!! I hated the lack of communication during the first week and a half of Purgatory

LMAO CELLBIT BEING SO TOXIC TO BAGI I LOVE HIM HE’S SUCH A TERRIBLE LITTLE BROTHER

Awh, Fit checking in on Maximus :’)))) Fit’s always been so sweet to the OG Spanish-speaking members of the server, it melts my heart. He brings them up every so often during his streams and he’s always so kind.

I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED THIS GAMBA IM SO SAD

LMAO I was gonna be like “Aw Tubbo being sweet about the kids” and then of course he’s like SCREW DAPPER, classic Tubbo

TUBBO HAD DREAMS ABOUT CELLBIT CHASING HIM DOWN WITH A KNIFE??? LMFAO This does not surprise me, somehow.

The only real winner of Purgatory is Antoine, he knew better than to log on while Purgatory was going on.

OH GOSH THE TRANSCRIPTIONS ARE A NIGHTMARE ok so it was definitely a good call to watch an English streamer for this. I know better than to rely on the transcripts / translation box during an event day with THIS many people online

PFTT ElQuackity wandering through

The gasmasks make me crack up so much because they remind me of a fly and also an old Majora’s Mask mask

“May the cursed team win” STOP BAITING THEM TBH I think they’re either all cursed or there is no cursed team

NOOOO I’m so sad I can’ hear the music Phil played during this fight

Screw it, pausing the VOD and pulling up my own hype music

I love seeing Phil going into sweat mode, his whole posture and expression shifts

Yeah no surprise there, Phil is cracked

Aww Bagi being so supportive of Tubbo is sweet

LETS GOOO WAY TO GO SLIME LMAO EVEN THE ADMINS WERE LIKE “FRICK THIS GUY” based

Wait noooo I just realized Pac isn’t online :(((((((((

Uh oh ladies

“I had my fun shuffling those friendships around” man wants to be taken seriously so bad with his little villain of the week speech PISS OFF oh ok just a few more games PHEW I thought he was ACTUALLY gonna pull a “Purgatory 2: Electric Boogaloo” on us and I was about to straight up turn off my computer and go to bed.

THE EYE IS GONNA PARTICIPATE????????

That’s sick as hell actually LETSGO I wanna see them wail on this circus clown

Phil: KILL HIS ASS KILL HIS ASS Phil just like me fr

“I’ve been close to you this entire time” Mouse: I’m gonna kill Quackity Based. Everyone immediately attacking the frickin admin I’m cackling LMFAO THEY ALL JUST KILL ELQUACKITY everyone be like “THIS IS FOR SENDING US TO HELL FOR 2 WEEKS THAT WAS SO STRESSFUL”

OH??? LETTERS NEXT TO THEIR NAMES??? Everyone except Aypierre, Bad, Fit, Baghera, Cellbit, Foolish, and Slime… Hmmmm… G I L G H S C M Ok well that’s a bunch of nonsense. I’m pausing the VOD I wanna try and work this out. Yeah I got nothing, I’m gonna keep watching for now lmao. I wonder if this is related to their tickets maybe? Though that doesn’t match up

Bagi has a 4 now??

I’d say “Maybe this is another ploy by the Eye to make them suspicious of each other and fight” but I think it’d be more interesting if the Eye was saying the truth this time

Aypierre (ha– “EYE-pierre” I wish someone made that joke) and Max having a private convo??? I’m sure there will be no major lore repercussions from whatever they’re talking about! (Copium)

LMAO I’m glad one of them was finally like “Is this a trap? Maybe we shouldn’t ALL run head-first into whatever this is.”

I swear if Quackity logged out to switch accounts or something–

I always wonder what “logging out” would translate to in the world. Would it just be like, the character falling asleep? Phasing out of existence? Hmm…

NOT ANOTHER FRICKIN ROULETTE WHEEL

1h 48m - Bagi: I think the one who should spin it is Phil! Phil:

Big mood Phil

I wonder if this is gonna determine what Egg we get back… will we only be able to rescue one? OH ACTUALLY NO – the Eye talked about multiple games. Maybe each game is about getting one of the Eggs back? That seems to easy though, I’m starting to wonder if they only get one Egg back. That would suck though because it implies that they’d have to do a whole Purgatory-esque event again for EVERY single Egg, and if they did that I’d drop dead.

Fit I love you, thank you for telling everyone to shut up and listen to Phil. Too much chaos.

Slime: I think I misclicked SHUT UP LMAOOO Oh so the Eye told Phil to spin it too, so they were right.

I FRICKIN KNEW IT THEY ONLY GET ONE EGG BACK

Poor Phil :(((( That’s so much pressure on him

THE WORKER HAS AN EYE WTF Lmao Roier immediately laughs at it Is that supposed to be the thing that was “close to them” all along? That doesn’t make any sense.

Ok cards on the table here: my first choice would be Richarlyson. I know this is all RNG based, but he’d be my first choice of all the alive Eggs. I’m almost certain it won’t be him though, I feel like it’s gonna be Tallulah or something.

Number 7? Roier: Vegetta? 777? Pftt

LMFAO NO SHOT SLIME ACTUALLY SCREWED IT UP

They should’ve just had Phil be the only one in the room– OH DOOR? Slime: YOU COULDN”T AFFORD A FASTER DOOR? GET THEIR ASS SLIME LMAO

Foolish: I’m drowning! Oh wait no, I meant the opposite of that. Pfttt

That frickin one-eyed worker looks so tired I wonder if that’s the worker Cucurucho sent, and it just got possessed by the Eye dude since the Eye didn’t have a physical body or didn’t want to show them its actual physical body or something? Hmmmmm.

RICHARLYSON AND POMME??

OH WAIT ITS ALL THE EGGS OH NO

OH NO DO THEY HAVE TO PICK ONLY ONE???

OH THANK GOD THEY CAN GET OUT wait but no they're blocked by glass still?

RICHASSSS CHAYANNE SOBS!!!

RAMONNNNNNNN FIT CALLING FOR RAMON IM GONNA CRY, THAT'S HIS BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY MADE IN HEAVEN BY GOD HIMSELF

I'm so sorry Chayanne but that did make me laugh

Phil: You did well Me: *BURSTS INTO TEARS*

LMAO Why is Tallulah just dancing

Ramon: Took u long enough to find me Me: *BURSTS INTO TEARS EVEN MORE*

Bro I missed the Eggs so much dude :( I know we probably won’t get them all back rn but it’s so nice just seeing them

FRICK OFF, DON’T MAKE THEM STAY HERE I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF

Slime: My sleep schedule, no–

1h 55m - Foolish: CUCURUCHO, BREAK US OUT! FRICKIN FOR REAL, CUCURUCHO GET THEM OUT OF THERE IM  LITERALLY GONNA DIE IF I HAVE TO SEE ONE MORE DAY OF PURGATORY

Cucurucho please get your ass over here

FRICKIN REAL AS HELL ETOILES

Genuinely though, if they kept this event going any longer I think so many streamers would actually quit and I wouldn’t even blame them. I’d probably drop it too for a while, it’s just way too much stress.

WAIT NO RAMON DOESN”T HAVE HIS MOUSTACHE oh wait no 

Tallulah: So he is not here? again? :( I hate to be that guy but literally what did you expect LMAO his ass is NOT coming back for some random Purgatory event

Phil: Don’t worry, I am here. HELL YEAH YOU ARE!!! BEST DAD PHIL

Oh… Phil running between Tallulah and Chayanne breaks my heart a little bit :(((

I wonder if Chayanne is separated because he’s the leader / eldest of the group. :(

Maximus: Guys, I’m gonna explode an atomic bomb. Phil: WHAT?

IM FRICKIN CRYING, MAXIMUS PLEASE, THERE IS A TIME AND A PLACE BUT NOW IS NOT EITHER

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD”VE FRICKIN LISTENED TO MAXIMUS EARLIER!!!!!!!!

Head in my hands everyone is STILL talking over him while he’s doing this big important lore thing. I am dying. Maximus you deserve the world I am so sorry.

On a meta level, I wonder how many creators actually KNEW that Maximus had a bomb because I know for a fact at least a few of them were genuinely in the dark

This is miserable actually, I’m pulling up Maximus’ VOD rn because this is genuinely frustrating me. “Everyone always talks over everyone else in an event” and all, I know I know, but it still sucks to see.

MAXIMUS’ VOD INTERLUDE

OH DANG HE REALLY JUMPED STRAIGHT INTO THE LORE Lmfao not the cutesy hello in the midst of tense music, Max I love you.

Bro I’m about to start posting Sapo Peta clips, I NEED people to know how insanely good this man is at storytelling and RP, nobody frickin Gets It

I’m jumping to his conversation with Aypierre.

Aypierre: I’m a little curious Maximus: You can keep that “curious” in your mind. I love him.

1h 16m - Maximus: When all of this is finished, you won’t need my trust anymore. Banger line.

Aypierre: …Are you gonna kill yourself, Maximus? No, don’t do that. AGH.

Maximus: Maybe. AGH!!!!!!

Head in my hands, Maximus saying hi to Tina and getting no response, I think she was AFK

1h 18m - Maximus: I don’t trust you.

LMAO not Aypierre saying “I won’t kill you anymore.” Completely normal thing to say.

Aypierre: Will it kill only the Federation, or everyone? Maximus: *dead silent* Me: YEAH ALRIGHT, BUCKLE IN BOYS IT’S GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Maximus what the hell is wrong with your facecam

Maximus just laughing after the Eye said they couldn’t leave. Badass.

Nobody listening to Maximus. I am chewing a live wire.

Bagi I love you but your volume is so frickin loud in everybody’s POV I’m dying

OH WTF ITS THE EYE THING????

THAT”S FRICKIN TERRIFYING WHAT THE HELL

That being said: absolutely badass of Maximus to just reveal where it is

AYO WHAT IS *THAT*

THAT SKIN IS FRICKIN HORRIFYING WHAT *IS* THAT QUACKITY

LMFAO POOR CHAYANNE JUST HIDING IN THE CORNER WHILE FRICKIN ELDRITCH MONSTER ELQUACKITY IS STANDING 2 FEET AWAY FROM HIM

I hit the word limit so I'm splitting this liveblog into 3 separate posts! Please see Part 2 and Part 3 here for the rest.

[treefory]

The cat thinks about death

Working through the past

CHAPTER 3

Chapter 2 here

“This is your Monday night radio! It’s a cool 64° out and Tonight we got even cooler vibes. We got chill tunes that’ll be playing till midnight. After that we’ll turn to our podcast. Tonight we’re talking about Canada! Are they all nice, or is it all a lie? In the meantime, let’s listen to Monday mourning by Stacy sabers.

Cash let out a yawn. They always played Monday mourning on Mondays. The song wasn’t bad it just wasn’t his favorite. It was a sad song, something about losing a loved one.

The radio stopped playing his favorite song a while ago, but sometimes he played it when he was cooking. It made him feel… something. He didn’t know what, but it was nice.

Cash parked his car on the street and walked down the sidewalk. He looked down every alley he passed, looking for anyone in the dark.

He held his head high and walked confidently towards the club. He wore a tight black tee shirt that showed off his muscles and His jeans were dark blue. His shirt had big white letters on it that read, SECURITY.

He moved past everyone in line carefully, making sure not to step on anyone’s paws and tails.

He met with the guard at the door who was checking peoples ID’s. The guard looked at him once and stepped out of his way so cash could get inside.

Loud music blared from the speakers

Lights flashed

Bartenders serve patrons

he walked towards the back. He met with a lioness who stood in front of a door that wore the same uniform as him with the exception being her shades. He pulled out his work ID and showed it to her.

“Who do you think is gonna win tonight, Cash?” She said as she handed him back his ID

“Kane.”

“My man always wins.” She said smugly

The lioness stepped out his way as cash made his way down stairs. Cash didn’t work at the club, he worked below the club.

Cash stood at his post in the corner of the room with his arm crossed as he surveyed the room.

Below the club was a large basement. Patrons sat at booths with their expensive drinks. Instead of flashing lights they were replaced with red ones. A bar sat in the back, displaying all kinds of expensive drinks. On the wall was a glass plane with a room behind it. Speakers played calm sophisticated music.

Security guards stood in every corner of the room. All of them were big and muscular like cash.

A large arena sat in the middle of the room, it looked just like the ones boxers fight in. But instead of having those stretchy walls, they were replaced with a cage that reached the ceiling

This place was small and quiet compared to the club upstairs. But that didn’t make it any safer. The people here were the kind of people to get their money illegally.

But was Cash any different? This job wasn’t exactly… legal.

The nice music cut out from the speakers. “Hope y’all are having a good night! Tonight we have Kane going up against Rooth in the arena! Cast your bets with the lovely bartender at the bar so we can get this fight on!” The voice cut and the music began to play again

That’s weird. That’s not the announcer. It was a man’s voice. Nothing like the smooth seductive one he was used to. This one was more raspy and energetic.

The patrons all got up and went to the bar, Two boxes sat there, two lines formed in front of them. Each pulled out a wallet thick with cash. Cash watch as they all put in at least a total of 100k into the boxes.

A deer buck with black fur and a gorgeous set of gold antlers stood in the line for Kane with a gorgeous doe beside him, who looked half his age.

Another buck was there, he had calm teal fur and white antlers. He wore bright blue diamond rings around each of his hooves.

“Awwww you think Kane is going to win? How cute!” black buck smirked

“Rooth has won many fights before, I assure you she’ll win.” Teal buck said coldly

“My bets are always right.”

“Only because you cheat.”

Black bucks face twisted into a frown. “ I NEVER cheat!”

“Oh? I thought you had a wife. And this doe looks nothing like her.” Teal buck said while looking the doe up and down.

“Hmf! Says the buck with FAKE diamonds! Where’d you get em ,Claire’s?”

The teal buck stepped closer to the black buck. “The legitimacy of my rings is none of your concern.” A hint of anger radiating off his voice

“And what I do when my wife isn’t around isn’t either.”

“ I think your daughter would think otherwise.”

The black buck got into the other buck's face. “You leave her out of this!”

“HEY! You two calm down or you're out of here!” Cash yelled across the room

With angry huff, the two separated into their respective lines.

Cash growled to himself, he hated having to raise his voice. This was his job, stopping fights from breaking out. But that didn’t mean he liked it.

After everyone casted their bets they all gathered around the arena.

The music cut again. “It looks like all the bets have been casted! Now it’s time to let out the fighters!”

The crowd cheered

A door in the corner of the room swung open. A huge lion covered in scars walked out. He was a foot taller than Cash and muscles twice his size. He was obviously a bodybuilder. He stepped into the arena and flexed his arms for everyone to see.

A bear walked out the same door. She had tattered claws, five times the size of Cash’s. She went to the arena as well. She stared at Kane with her cold white eyes. When she growled, Cash felt it in his chest.

“In the right corner we have Kane the fearless! And in the left corner we have Roth the ripper!” The speaker said

People Cheered for their respective fighter

“Kill ‘em Rooth!”

“Tear out his guts!”

“You better win!”

The referee stood between them, they were a small mongoose sporting a black and white striped shirt.

They looked at the fighters. “ Are you two ready?”

Kane bearded his fangs. “Couldn’t be more ready.” He said menacingly

“Your life is mine.” Rooth said coldly

The mongoose stepped to the side and raised their paw. With a swift movement they quickly lowered it. “FIGHT!”

Kane charged Rooth with his claws outstretched. Rooth steadied herself and swatted Kane across his face, leaving him with a huge scratch. He slid into the cage wall. With a low growl he began circling Rooth.

Rooth dropped down to her paws And Rammed Kane into the ground. Kane wrapped his claws around her body and dug his teeth into her shoulder. Rooth let out a bloodcurdling roar.

She bit down on Kanes ear and with a vile jerk of her head it came off

“RHHAAAAAG!!!”

Cash looked on in horror as blood poured from his ear.

“Break it up! break it up!” The mongoose yelled

The two quickly separated. Rooth painfully held on to her shoulder as blood soaked her fur. Kane trembled as he looked at his ear on the arena floor.

“Do either of you surrender?” The mongoose said as they looked at both of them, mostly Kane.

Kanes muzzle wrinkled as he stared at Rooth in her cold unforgiving eyes. Her expression was blank and emotionless.

Both shook their heads

“FIGHT!!!”

Both charged at each other. Blood and fur scattered across the ground as they tore into each other’s flesh.

But even through it all. Rooth stood over Kanes weak body. He breathed hard and fast on the ground, Weak from blood loss

The speakers turned on. “ It looks like we have a winner! Rooth the ripper has another win under her belt!”

Kane limped away back to the door he came out of with the help of some guards.

“That’s BULLSHIT!!!” The black buck yelled

A sleazy laugh came from the crowd “Awww, did your little gladiator lose? I guess cheating isn’t always fool proof.” The teal buck laughed

The black buck pushed his way through the crowd. “CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?” He screamed

“Why don’t you make me?”

Just then the two changed at each other, locking antlers.

“Oooooo, looks like we have another fight tonight!” The speakers instigated

“God damnit, MOVE!” Cash said as he pushed his way through the crowd.

He wrapped his arms around the teal buck and tried to pull him away.

Two other guards grabbed the black buck. One holding his antlers and the other holding his body.

Without anyone holding the antlers for Cash, the teal buck thrashed his head wildly. Cash tried his best to dodge the antlers, but still got hit a couple times. He pinned the buck to the ground, holding his hooves behind his back.

The lioness from earlier came and helped cash get the buck up. Together they took the buck back up to the club and threw him outside the club. “How DEAR you put your hands on me! I want my money back!”

Cash bared his fangs. “Get lost before I call the cops.”

The buck cowardly scurried away into the night. Cash felt his shoulder, it was sore to the touch.

Yeah that’s gonna bruise…

“why didn’t you wait for me to get there?” The lioness said angrily

“I was just doing my job.”

“You could have gotten your eye poked out. You know deer fights are dangerous!”

“All fights are dangerous...”

“You could have died!” She hissed “don’t you care about that?”

“Everyone dies at some point.”

“Cash-“

“Don’t you have a man to see?” his tail thrashed. “How about you see how he’s doing instead of talking to me?” He growled

She growled at cash as she stormed back into the club.

Fuck this shit, I’m going home. I did my job.

Cash walked back to his car. He let out a heavy sigh as he began to drive.

Cash walked into his house and tossed some leftovers in the microwave. He went into the bathroom. He tossed his work shirt onto the ground. He stood in front of the sink and looked at his shirtless reflection.

He felt his shoulder, he winced in pain as he peeled back his fur. An ugly bruise sat under his skin.

He looked at the rest of his body. Faded scars hidden under fur, some old, some young.

He felt one of his youngest scars that sat on the side of his abdomen. The fur had never grown back since he got it. It was a small dent in the side of his soft stomach.

A old bullet wound.

Just like last night. He put on his sleep clothes and ate his dinner.

Cash laid on his bed with his two pillows. “You could have died, don’t you care about that?” Her words echoed in his mind

I care, I think… we all die someday. I’ll die one day. So What’s the point in trying to stop it? Who would even care?

A tear swelled in his eye as he held the pillow tight.

No one would…

———

Chaper 4

[gayshitfuckers]

Tumblr's correctly deduced that I (a humble lesbian) would be into arcane. And I play dnd so we're getting headcanons motherfuckers!

Vi:

- your jock friend that made 'Bonkus McFist' whose mission is to punch every last living creature at least once

- ended up having the most beautiful arc and her brain chemistry is permanently altered by this

- is actually phenomenal at doing accents/role play but only does once in a blue moon or if Cait fails her persuasion check

- only plays melee characters and always makes cait do her character sheet

- always ends up with either an animal companion or someone to look after, gives her a good outlet for all her protective urges

Jinx:

- a mistake to have at your table

- a fucking nightmare

- sadly has some of the most interesting character concepts known to man

- makes the weirdest multiclass choices but somehow pulls them off?? (She's played wizard/barbarian before I just know it)

- can be reigned in if either Vi or Ekko link their characters to hers

- only still allowed because everyone loves Ekko there and when she behaves or when her batshit insane plans work out they're some of the best times you'll ever have

- also now the biggest fan of dnd and researches ttrpgs for the group to try with Ekko

Cait:

- first played on 3.5 with Jayce and Viktor, progressed to 5e cause Vi sucks at maths and complains at anything remotely complicated

- used to be a murder hobo, honestly still kinda is but Vi's intense protective feelings towards anything smaller than her mean she will start an argument over a fictional goblins life

- allergic to accents (we all remember Martha the Pirate) and roleplay but still like lowkey tries

- she's played both a hexblade paladin and a sorlock solely for the purposed of 'Winning Dnd' (yes she still thinks on some level you can do that)

- secretly would rather play settlers of catan because she knows she'd rock everyone's shit but no one else does so she vibes

Ekko:

- has much better things to do with his time but he loves his friends

- genuinely way too cool for this group but jinx is there and he's pretty chill

- accidentally brilliant at character creation, Viktor asks him the day before session 1 if he's got any ideas and Ekko just right then and there goes 'oh yeah sure maybe some like -' and it's a GM's dream character, cool concept, not too much lore so Viktor can easily fit it into the world and enough for Ekko's character to be invested in the plot with the party, plenty of relevant connections and flaws that can be explored later on, truly the ideal player.

- keeps trying to bring new ttrpg's to the table (has had some success but a lot of them tbh are just weird)

- occasionally GM's if they're trying a new ttrpg or if Viktor's a bit burnt out

Jayce:

- sucks ass at character stuff, thinks Bonkus McFist was a great concept

- went through a phase of playing orphaned assassin rogues

- characters will either be reused or based on whatever media he's just seen "Viktor I had this awesome character concept, it's like for an evil doctor whose obsessed with recreating a human but when he succeeds he realises he made a monster and now has to constantly flee or find a way to kill it"

"What's that book you're holding Jayce?"

"Oh, Frankenstein! Cait said I should give it a try :D"

- a real 'stop and smell the flowers' kind of player. Asks Viktor for the name of every NPC, he's not being a dick he just actually gets invested in every little thing

Viktor:

- wholeheartedly believe this man would be an amazing dm

- his campaigns have a heavy political narrative running through them. If no one stops him he will spend the entire session explaining the political systems and dynamics at play across the entire continent

- tries his best to accommodate everyone in some way, jinx just let her cause a restricted amount of chaos, give Cait something to win against, flirt with Jayce a bit, give Ekko all the important plot points and give Vi something cute to look after

- bizarrely good at role-playing attractive women (Vi does NOT know how to feel about this, the man plays a damn good femme fatal, Cait got used to it years ago, Jayce is actively into it, Jinx rarely listens long enough to what Viktor says to pick up on it and Ekko doesn't like doing romantic arcs in character so Viktor doesn't turn up the charm with him)

- he does actually still plan sessions. Despite the insanity, everyone at the table is extremely predictable so he basically runs sandbox campaigns and writes in a few likely courses of actions (and then a Jinx likely course of action)

- near perma-GM but is sometimes saved by Ekko. However he's a Menace of a player, if GM Viktor is twink jesus, player Viktor is Mr. Glorious Evolution/Machine Herald. Him and Jinx pair up all the time and they've single-handedly destroyed 2 in-game universes. Don't worry though, Ekko prepared for that - like I said they're all quite predicable

[aequlinks]

genshin x reader smaus i recommend <3

i think it’s about time i did this in case anyone asked me about smaus i am interested in or if you are looking for something to read:] i will be listing their titles, summary, and what i like! these are just the ones i’ve seen (or remembered).

good 4 u by @ilkuni — a xiao smau

lesson learned! never challenge hu tao when you’re drunk bc you’ll just lose and now you have to post a thread of all your exes as songs from olivia rodrigo’s hit debut album sour … or: “yn desperate much!” “yn still loves xiao? yikes! doesnt he already have someone new?” “stop ruining my relationship u bitch!”

i’m sure we all know this one by now HAHA rosie is one of the genshin smau writers i have seen that’s been here as long as me by now

i actually was really interested in this one because it was an exes to lovers, and you all know how it’s one of my favorite tropes hehe

it was very interesting because there was foreshadowing here and there and the plot kept progressing without being confusing

10 things i hate about you by @x-xxiaos — a xiao smau

after breaking up with his since-high school-girlfriend, xiao made a long list of things he should and hated her for, so he won’t fall for her again in case name tries to enter his life once again. for five long years, xiao did a great job at keeping name off of his mind, but what would he do if she suddenly shows up at his door, asking him to work with her?

i’ve actually never watched our beloved summer where this is based off of, i first thought it was the movie because i remember there was one like that

this is also an exes to lover so i really loved it HAHAHA eyn update when /lh

i like how xiao kept deflecting it and yn kept going but this is for my job i don’t like you anymore, the dynamic was fun

i think he knows by @daixuki — a xiao smau

you’ve liked him since the first time you saw him perform in your school’s battle of the bands. so you do what any normal girl with a crush does: send him cheesy pick-up lines through a dummy account. he never replies. until now.

funny how angel told me she wanted to write a smau bc of me and my anons and now she’s writing one t_t so YAY

this is the first one here that’s not an exes to lovers but a my friend likes you but you don’t know so i’m going to help her secretly

it also gives space for angst because dayum what if xiao is conflicted i love it

someone you like by @rrinsluvr — a xiao smau

even after two years, she still hasn’t moved on. all hope was lost until he sent her a text.

this one is during the pandemic so it makes sense why it’s a smau right HAHA unlike mine where they literally meet each other and still text t__t nothing i just found it adorable that way

the way there’s a kazuha leading man vibes here too makes me ueue because i love kaed

i think xiao is on point here or it’s just me but i really love the way he’s portrayed here

still have my heart by @luvinelysia — a kazuha smau

IN WHICH, kazuha’s friend gets into a fight with one of your friends OR IN WHICH, two exes meet due to being involved in a fight with their friends

right off the bat, yessss bc i have a cameo HAHA but my title won for this so you guys should check this out because there’s conflict here OH and this is an exes to lovers

also ely shows us salty kazuha here so if you like that then feel free to read this one because i actually like salty kaed

and that there’s a side of a xiao x reader here so <3 ok i forgot this was a kazuha smau ely really needs to make xiao stop flirting with me

21 days by @v3nicee — a childe smau

after being busy with their priorities, ajax and [y/n]’s relationship went downhill. 4 years after that incident happened their path crossed again, and now ajax pleaded for 21 days to win her back.

exes to lovers world domination because this is an exes to lovers smau HAHAHA one of the best tropes i swear

i like how childe is portrayed in this one and that he actually makes time for yn instead of being an ass and not trying to win her back

oh and the whole aether as the second lead part makes me cry because i am weak i love my twins yall i hope that we don’t keep friendzoning him..

lowkey by @ilkuni — an ayato smau

it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

when rosie dropped this i was excited because i have never seen anyone attempting to make an ayato smau, partially me as well with a long fic because i’m not sure i’ll be able to play him out

the plot sounded good because i love those lowkey secret relationships IN FICS not irl i can’t do that sorry i’m loud irl i’d blabber my mouth

not the way i was caught in a chokehold with the recent updates of chapters 20 and beyond because of the arranged marriage

raised the bar by @skaramush — a scaramouche smau

yn thought she finally escaped the perpetual doom of placing 2nd after she graduated high school. but alas! the leaderboard has her name printed under another’s! a name she thought she’d never get to see again. better luck next time, i guess.

i haven't actually caught up with the updates in a while but i like the academic rivals to lovers trope

one of the lines i liked was when kuni found out yn was studying for a long time?

i alike that kuni isn't too offputting or too mean which many portray him to be as

f#cking bastard by @scarahours — a scramouche smau

getting off wasted at a party wouldn’t hurt right? that’s what college life is for - you study, eat, sleep and repeat. probably do something batshit once or twice. but who would ever know, it wouldn’t hurt right? so why do you suddenly find the social reject’s lips pressed against yours?

i don't think i've caught up with this one in a while but i like that diluc is portrayed as the ex because i haven't seen that yet

i like that the plot is unpredictable because i really didn't expect kuni knows yn

oh i also like that even if diluc chased after yn, she didn't agree HAHA

i think that's really all there is to this post! i might add in a few more smaus should i ever find some more:]