#𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

[herold-andrastes]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⸺ Saavedra, Dalish elf of the Lavellan clan. Mage and Knight-Enchanter, specialised in storm magic and the conjuration of swords. Also known as the Herald of Andraste, and acting as the leader of the reformed Inquisition. Loyal to the Chantry and the Templars, despite being the former First of her clan's Keeper and still holding on to her belief and traditions. ⸺ Dragon Age: Inquisition, est. 08/2023

[angelesca]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐟𝐮’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

˚☽˚.⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝.˚☽˚.⋆ a collection of your four great encounters with a dragon, zombie, lion, and a changeling, and their daily life in your house (your haunted house haha) w.c: ¬3k // content: dan heng (imbibitor lunae form) / zombie!blade / guardianlion!jing yuan / changeling!luocha x gn!reader, gang of idiots, 4 crazy guys in your house, they share one brain cell (and its dan heng's), short writings and bullet point headcanons, found family vibes, huo huo as your exorcist, tail is there too ig, chaos everywhere, probs out of character, rushed this for halloween (failed) so quality is questionable

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𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐛𝐢, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 – 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚���𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝. you coined this as a curse of sorts, a coagulation of the corrupted karma from your ancestors, you rationalised. 

you need serious help. under the black quilt of the night sky, tall tales speak of a renowned exorcist. if they are as good as locals say, the days of sleepless nights and hair-pulling frustration will finally be cleansed. 

in the fyxestroll garden, bad omens riddle the place. perhaps it is a promising sign of the exorcists' capabilities, who is unintimated in the territory of their enemies. you reach a pavilion, scanning the people and matching them to your criteria: short girl, green, and… weird tail. 

“uhm,” the ‘weird tail’ was an understatement. “are you huo huo?”

the girl jumps when you tap her shoulder from behind, swinging her fiery tail around as she faces you. “oh!” her mouth shapes into a circle, eyes frantically flitting. “h-how may i help you?” 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” you smile, pulling a friendly expression in hopes that it will calm her jittery nerves. “i’ve heard that you deal with exorcisms? i was hoping you could help me with such matters.”

“uhhh, do you know who you are speaking to?” your eyes follow the bouncing of green flames behind huo huo, confused at the sudden third voice. “we are the best in town! you should be on your knees! to even comprehend that you dare approach us-”

huo huo scrambles to hide the boisterous heliobus. “sorry! don’t mind him…” the tail harrumphed, letting her regain control. “w-what ails you to come seek me?” 

“ah, well,” you tap your chin in contemplation. “there’s a lot.”

and so, you begin recounting your haunted days to huo huo.

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1.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚. what was believed to be an all-mighty species in the past, was reduced to a forgotten folklore.

when you found dan heng, he was lying wounded in an alley like a stray cat. nothing about power or might was portrayed on his face: creased eyebrows, gritted teeth, he clutched onto a bleeding patch by his abdomen.

you took the injured creature to your home, and now, somehow, its his home too. 

distant and quiet at first

when you took interest in your his book, he opened up ever so little – non stop yapping when you engage with his interests

dreams of traversing the universe in a massive space-weaving train

reveals that his nightmares are of a gruesome past. you stay by his side during those nights

you thought he would leave eventually after healing. how come he’s also cooking your meals and cleaning the place? 

you learned the language of his tail: when he’s delighted, it wags like a dog. his tail brushes and wraps lightly around your leg when he is really relaxed

brews crazy bitter coffee – learned from a certain person. wakes you up like a slap to the face

it was another stressful day of work. endless papers and nagging, you were sure your supervisor must have been an enemy of the past who came to haunt you too. 

yet, when you opened the door, the stress seeped out like vapour. after all, you had a dragon in your home. his terrific presence was ovepowering.

“hey, dan heng,” the mythical dragon was reading the latest volume by his favourite author. it was a strange image to wrap your head around in the beginning. as months passed, you grew accustomed to this daily life. “how’s the book?”

dan heng’s tail swished upon seeing you. quickly, he averted his eyes back on the book. “intriguing. it writes in detail of a distant planet covered in snow.”

“oh?” you placed a cushion on the floor, sitting next to him. you yawned, almost unhinging your jaw. “is it… good…?” you were slipping out of your composure, head hanging low, your body close to spilling over the table. sleep was taking you.

dan heng caught your shoulders, saving you from injury. your head was heavy with burden. he lifted some of your weight as he moved your head onto his shoulder, even if only temporarily.

as still as concrete, he dared not to rouse you from your deserved sleep. he has seen your restless days and effort to chase after the unforgiving deadline. it was why he took on your domestic duties, as best as he could, cleaning and cooking to ease some of your responsibilities. 

his tail wrapped around your leg. just as you have been there for his nights, imbibitor lunae would be there for yours too.

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2.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞. languid posture, killer eyes. a jiangshi, was your initial thought, yet he had no affinity for blood. but it was definitely not human.

you were strolling along the xianzhou pier when you bumped against a brooding frame. bowing your head, a wordless apology, you wished for that to be the end of the interaction.

it was only when you were in front of your house door, that you realised it had followed you, lured by your scent, the scent of a vidyadhara. no words, no other action. braindead? perchance. 

when you opened the door, all hell broke loose between the dragon and a zombie.

that zombie went by blade.

theres not a day when dan heng and blade aren't having a go at each other

speaks even less words than dan heng. stares at you whenever he wants something. you’ve more or less learnt how to read him by following his gaze. for example, looking at the door meant he was bored and needed his walkies wanted to go outside

personal guard dog. will accompany you outside and swing his sword at anything threatening. although for blade, the threshold for what counts as threatening is horribly low. good thing normal people can’t see him

not too fond of light. when it is too bright, he trusts your body to block it. e.g. stretching your shirt as if it can hide him inside too

no thought, head empty. forgetful, zombies don't have the best memory

does he not notice the drool on his mouth when he stares at your bare arm? bites you randomly. not painful, though. you are always praying that his bites aren’t infectious like in the stories

sometimes you hear blade’s quiet ramblings. jingliu? maybe a fellow zombie friend. paying a price? maybe he’s in debt

“could you both please stop it already?!” your throat was burning.

“he… started it…!”  the dragon struggled beneath the zombie, who was clawing at his nemesis.

you knew one effective way to stop this. “blade! i’m going for a walk!”

works like magic. blade immediately halted, empty brain firing at the trigger word. with one last sassy side eye at dan heng, he took his rightful place by your side. 

dan heng stared at him, stunned. “what the…you littl-”

you browsed the stalls. a radiant shine caught your attention. it was a pendant made of multicoloured glass beads, hanging on a thread of intertwining rainbows. you held it under the sun, a kaleidoscope of crimson and sable shimmers reflected on your skin. it reminded you of blade. 

without another thought, you purchased it enthusiastically. you turned to blade who stood with his sword in his crossed arms, eyes closed. “blade, let’s go. i have something for you.” you whispered, though most people would believe you were talking to yourself anyways.

blade nodded, eyes half-open. “o…kay…” his fingers tugged onto a corner of your jacket, a preventative measure for getting lost.

you both sat on a bench far removed from watchful eyes. verdant trees hung over you, shading you in camouflage. 

taking the pendant out, you handed it to blade, smiling. “for you.”

“what gives…?” blade questioned, inspecting the gift as if it had evil hidden powers.

“no reason, really,” you watched his careful hands which cradled the pendant. “well, i guess it reminded me of you.”

blade gazed at you. he looked at you and then his pocket. you tried to decipher it; this was one wasn’t in the manual.

he scooped out a golden lump and handed it to you, holding your hand in his. “for you… too…” blade mumbled.

“wait… this is…” you picked up his gift, eyebrows creased. “this is… this is the limited edition ultra rare golden super original one-in-a-billion trashcan figurine! you remembered!” you squealed, excited beyond measure. “how did you even- did you steal this??”

of course he remembered your favourites, however hard it may be for the forgetful blade. when he thought of you, even he, a zombie, could become human again.

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3.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. these pairs of statues were all too common in the streets of xianzhou, a semblance of divine protection and prosperity.

you were on your usual stroll, which happens to attract the worst fates, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. you gulped. the one day you don’t bring blade along, has to be the time where his sword would prove useful.

turning around, you saw a guardian lion statue. wait, did it just tilt its head?

you blinked. that day choked the loudest scream out of you. in front of you was the spirit known as jing yuan.

you opened the door to your house. hell broke another time between a dragon, zombie, and a lion.

in spirit, jing yuan is a lion; by heart, he is a sloth. bro sleeps all day like a cat (though a lion is a big cat). unlike blade, jing yuan loves sleeping in the sun

reliable, wise old spirit. offers you good life lessons.

gently scolds dan heng and blade when they fight, like a father and his children. works 50/50 on blade, but your method has a 100% gacha rate. you become the emergency button.

fluffy mane. works great as a stress reliever (approved)

has a good friend, lightning lord, who comes to hang out

cultivated a garden in the back. plucks the flowers for you.

fondness for children. he did mention having adopted some blue kid once.

“now that i think about it,” you turned to jing yuan who was sluggishly lying on the living room floor, flicking through the tv. “where’s your partner? don’t guardian lions come in pairs?”

jing yuan was chewing on some jerky. “i ate them.”

“huh?” you examined the jerky in his mouth. “surely not…”

jing yuan did not respond, smirking like a mischievous cat. he patted down the space next to him.

you raised an eyebrow before sitting down where he wanted you, legs splayed on the floor. the afternoon sun casted its gaze through your window. it was perfect for a nap.

jing yuan decided just that, taking your lap up on offer. his bountiful mane bundled like wool in your hands as you stroked his head. 

“what if i clone myself? perhaps that can complete the pair.” jing yuan hypothesised, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“you can do that?” you asked curiously.

“why, of course. as a powerful spirit, my abilities are quite extensive. i can even make blade smile with his teeth showing.”

“ah,” the thought was uncanny. “please leave blade alone.”

suddenly, a bulky weight pressed onto you from behind. strong arms draped around your waist, encircling you in a warm embrace. someone or something was nuzzling onto your shoulder.

you looked back and saw jing yuan. you looked in front and saw jing yuan. two. jing. yuans. your brain exploded. “o-oh-”

the original jing yuan studied how your body grew warmer. “if you like it so much, i can keep him here...” he purred.

“i don’t…” you recollected your jumbled thoughts, retraining your breathing. “it��s too many spirits here! one jing yuan is enough.”

original jing yuan grinned. “so that’s your answer.”

clicking his fingers, the original jing yuan sucked in the fake one, like he was drinking a beverage. he rubbed his belly, satisfied, the cat-like smile plastered on his face.

everyday you experience something new. “oh… my god.” 

jing yuan licked his lips. “told you i ate them.”

“did jing yuan just...” dan heng was standing in the doorway, perturbed. a giant shadow loomed behind him. “commit cannibalism...?”

blade charged forward, sword in hand.

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4.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. a myth that travelled from the far west, they were also known as shapeshifters.

on your casual walk, and you swore after this you were never leaving the house again, you stopped by a pharmacy. you talked to a blonde man behind the counter and asked for pain relievers.

“uhmm, sorry, who are you talking to?” the assistant was concerned as she approached you.

you pointed at the man in front of you who was chewing on the assistant’s head. “huh? what?”

you did not realise that luocha was a spirit, his human disguise fooling as intended.

blade kicked down your door before you could open it. the changeling struggled against a dragon, a zombie, and a lion. 

the most enigmatic one out of the bunch. even the other spirits are creeped out

occasionally, his neck creaks at impossible angles, bones crunching. recites anything he has absorbed. kinda like a parrot. you get used to it.

the house is cramped so luocha is banished to the basement with his coffin. sometimes sleeps on the living room floor. always tripping over his body. plus, he sleeps with his eyes open

outside of his healing expertise, he has negative common sense in everything else. has probably almost burnt the house down a hundred times, if not for jing yuan’s protection spell. chews on blade’s hair like a horse. dan heng will weaponise an egg in hand when needed

willing to learn the ways of the human. is attached to you as he copies your actions, but is sloppy and clumsy

changeling powers come in handy for espionage. want to change your work days? ask luocha to disguise as your boss and grant seven sundays

will sometimes shapeshift when overwhelmed – like a shut-down response? whose dog is that? why is there an elephant on the toilet?

waking up to another dreadful day, you headed downstairs. luocha rose from the dead like a mummy, arms criss-crossed on his chest. 

your heart leaped. “the living room floor again?! ugh…” it was too early for this.

“good morning, master.” luocha stood up. he bowed, and you cringed hearing his spine break in half.

“uh, you don’t have to call me that.” you scratched your head as luocha reanimated himself back up straight.

luocha scratched his head. “your majesty?” he curtsied, almost tumbling.

“no, that’s worse.” you tilted your head.

he tilted his head. “my honeybear?” 

“what? where did you learn that?” you sighed. “just call me by my name. and please stop breaking your neck already.”

luocha readjusted his twisted neck. “hmm, i see.” 

you walk to the kitchen, roaming for breakfast. luocha marched up to you. “what is the most wondrous one doing anon, languish in posture and darkened eyes, at the crack of the ascending, hopeful dawn, at which hour thee shouldst beest slumbering soundly without a careth?”

you just barely understood him. “making breakfast, wanna help?”

“oh, i see.” luocha’s eyes twinkled. he read about this in the books, the part where the two main characters get closer as they cook together. a domestic activity that touches the hearts of readers as the characters brush hands, sidled close.

grabbing your ingredients, you chopped the tomatoes in slow demonstration for the learning luocha. “here, you try.”

“i see.” luocha takes the knife, his grip questionable as he holds the blade upright like a sword. fear ran cold in your veins as you gulped it down.

“u-uhh, maybe don’t hold it like that- holy sh- luocha you chopped your leg off!!”

“that didn’t work.” luocha calmly reattached his leg like it was just another day.

your lips curved down. “let me see it.” your fingers caress the area when the wound would have manifested. it really did heal.

“i... see…” luocha read about this. the part where the main lead tends to the other’s injuries. was it hurt and comfort? in this scenario, they get closer as their true feelings spill out after almost losing each other. then… they k-k-k-k-k-k-k-ki-kik-kis-kis-kit-kith-

“luocha, why did you turn into an elephant?”

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you sigh the weight off your chest after recounting your strange encounters. “so that’s that.”

huo huo’s eyes are distraught. 

“ha! hah! hahahaahaha!” the tail, conveniently named ‘tail’, roars, “how miserable! so, you want us to perform an exorcism? name your price peasant, no lower than a million credits!”

“tail…” huo huo swats at the heliobus. she looks back at you. “if it’s an exorcism… i can place a talisman in your home to w-ward off the yin energy temporarily. i suspect that your overflowing yang energy is… attracting strong spirits.”

“well… that means they won’t come back?”

huo huo tilts her head, pondering the stars. “i guess so,” she notices your scrunched eyebrows. “... are you sure about this? oh! not that i-i’m saying you shouldn't but… you looked happy when you were talking…”

“huh? really?”

“preposterous!” the tail fumes, “you mean that they looked depressed! depressed! why in lan’s name are you turning away good money?!”

you contemplate for a moment. without those four, your days would be quiet, peaceful. isn’t that what you wanted? isn’t that why you came here in the first place?

maybe, you enjoyed your little haunted house more than you thought. 

you sigh, chuckling. your eyes brighten. “thanks, huo huo.”

she nods, smiling at your refreshed confidence. 

the night feels different now. lantern lights dress the streets in a bright fever, like the kindling of fire. was it always this warm under the cold night sky?

you open the door once more. the scene is all too familiar.

“hey dan heng, what book is that- “

“blade, why are you biting the table leg?!” 

“jing yuan, wake up, it’s past evening already!” 

“and luocha… just keep being you, i guess.”

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“hey, did you hear the rumour down by aurum alley?”

“huh? i don’t think so?”

“apparently, people have heard strange sounds coming from a house: bloody screaming, cracking bones, and worse of all, meowing cats!”

“oh? that’s creepy…”

“yeah, they call it 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐟𝐮!”

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a/n: i was supposed to get this out by halloween buuuuut i got lazy can't believe i wrote something more unserious for once in my life but it was pretty good fun! hopefully the change in writing style is not too jarring(?) lemme know who you liked most out of the gang! (´ ω `♡) my fav to write was luocha (and tail)! thanks for reading!🎃

[xxxdizzy19]

𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

[versipellesh]

𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥/𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

Dullahan/The Headless Horseman

𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

Faoladh

𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

Harpy

𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫

Copperhead Naga

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Black Shuck

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

Lemon Shark Merman

divider credit || credit to @delopsia for some of the pictures of characters (Rhett, Ben & Jordan) that were used <3

tags: @lewmagoo @delopsia @sebsxphia @ivoryrhett

[confessioncassette]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 - 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡,

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭,

𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭.

♡

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚��𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. (𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐡, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞)

Moondancers.

A truly indescribable sight.

The landscape around you is eerily quiet that even the leaves among the trees stop their movements to capture the beauty of these rare creatures. Only the lowly purrs of the large beast's rumble within your ears.

Overgrown ancient beasts that resemble a Pharaoh hound with large upright ears, a long slim tail and wing's similar to an owl; they may sound and appear simple, like a creature conjured up by the imagination of a 4-year-old to put into a children's book, but they're here and they're real.

You've studied dozens of ancient texts, truly fascinated by forgotten creatures of the past to know that what stands before you, this myth, is alive.

Legends say that the Moondancers went extinct roughly 400 years ago and 10 alone had the strength to completely wipe an entire army. Legend also states that they have the intelligence of an ancient philosopher who can speak telepathically, offering wisdom that's now long forgotten. People used them for prophecies or war tactics, and they were quite docile when trust was earned, but it wasn't given easily. They were hunted and poached mostly because of fear, but also because their saliva had other worldly healing abilities.

Although humanity told you they were extinct, deep down you knew they'd be thriving. This moment, hiding behind the brush of the forest to observe one of the greatest discoveries of modern times, was the reason why you became a Beast Hunter. You didn't even hesitate when you were hired to research ancient ruins that were found drawn into the mud in an isolated mountain range on a continent far-far away. Whether they have abilities or not, whether the texts were correct, these beasts are real and you found them.

You're careful to conceal your presence along with the shuddering excitement that dances under your flesh. There's one thing for certain though - if the pack ever noticed you were here, especially with their offspring of last season trotting around, you wouldn't even have the chance to take your last breath.

There's a new moon tonight, so visibility is low. Within the next 30 days, you'll be observing this pack of Moondancers until the next full moon. If you had translated the books correctly, this time of year during this exact month will be the mating cycle.

Cold wind blows over your face, causing you suck in a breath. Goosebumps litter your skin under the layers you wear.

Damn, of course it would be this time of year. The temperature surely dropped within the past week. The end of autumn is near and the kiss of winter's promise just nipped at your cheek. The feigning thought of if you packed enough warm clothes briefly crosses your mind. You'd think after becoming a professional Hunter you'd stop overlooking simple things like this, but you can’t help it.

You live for this.

Cubs loudly yip and flap their fluffy wings while they play with each other. It seems that even after a year, the cubs haven't developed mature feathers yet. Taking in that mental note, you scan your eyes over, you watch the adults lounge underneath the starlit sky.

It didn't take you too long to find the ancient ruins Mr. Wong told you about because it didn't seem like anyone, or anything, tried to conceal it. You doubt many people venture out over here anyways. Even so, the hike after finding the symbols took you about 10 days to find exactly what created them, since you were being extremely careful with the terrain.

Does the pack think they are completely secluded out here on this continent? You suppose so, you contemplate, mainly due to the environment. Not just anyone can waltz into an area like this unless they had a lot of experience with hiking and tracking. The ruins were found miles away from what seems to be their home. Were they nomads? You don't remember reading that detail about them...

As a matter of fact, you were pretty limited on information from what was said in the books.

Your heart thumps within your chest.

You'll be able to fill your own textbooks with knowledge of them. A continuation of forgotten bygones. After all, they haven't been seen in over 400 years, so what information will you find? What characteristics do they have? With what lies before you, they appear as simple, forest creatures.

6am.

You've been watching them all night and the sun will rise in an hour. You suppose it's time to figure out your new campsite since this will be your new schedule, staying up all night and sleeping during the day, far, far away from them.

Using zetsu to conceal your presence, you shift slowly to stand.

"Don't move yet," a low, smooth voice warns very close to your left ear before a warm hand grips your shoulder to prevent you from moving.

With your eyes blown wide in shock, blood freezes your veins over tenfold. Keeping your line of vision forward, ignoring the thumping of your heart ringing through your ears, you use your peripherals to assess your newest threat. Not only did you need to keep quiet to conceal yourself from the pack, but now you're cornered by… someone or something.

You swallow thickly and attempt to calm your breathing. You don't know if this is an ambush, or even a human who spoke to you. You're on an isolated part of a continent that has less than 0% of a human population. Alone. With nowhere to run.

Whatever it is, there’s no bloodlust, or ominous aura. If anything, the air feels still, almost calm, like it’s trying to conceal itself too. But you can;t trust it, why would you?

You flare up your ten with an unconscious reaction but the being next to you digs it’s blunt fingernails roughly into your neck.

"Are you an idiot? I said don't move." You still, neck muscles flexing to protect yourself from the grip.

With a voice barely a whisper, it reassures you. "I won't hurt you."

Bracing yourself, you slide your eyes ever so slowly to the left without moving your face.

A man.

A man, still as a statue, eyes glimmering as he faces forward to watch the pack of ancient beasts. A man, with beautifully sharp features and a strong nose - is so close to you that his cheek almost touches yours.

He’s warm. The scent of soap and pine fill your nostrils.

You feel it now, how his body hovers, towering over you in a warmth you haven't felt in weeks. Silver hair, that somehow glows even under a moonless sky, cascades over his body. He wears a blue hat that covers the entirety of his forehead.

It is strange someone would be here, at this time of day, with no suspicious aura to trigger anything negative. You can’t help but put in blind trust to the stranger. He’s only focused on what lies ahead in the clearing, with eyes that glow with something of amazement.

You relax, just slightly. His fingers release the tension over your neck as you do so in a mutual silent action of trust.

Movement catches you from your thoughts from the corner of your eye. It’s the largest Moondancer, standing to take the center of the pack. Swishing its tail through the grass like a serpent, its wings spread wide. And holy gods, what a wingspan. You wonder if they did choose to fly, if they could go at the speed of light with their anatomy. Slim facial structures and aerodynamic bodies could make it possible, you think.

You watch in awe as the being flaps its wings and chitters lowly to the others. One by one, the pack yips back, spreading their own wings before following the leader inside the cave.

Once all gone, the man slides his hand away, leaving your neck exposed to the crisp air. You turn your head to watch him stand and re-adjust the straps of his backpack. How did he know to wait? What books has he read that you haven't?

Turning to you, brilliant hazel eyes find yours. He takes a moment to scan your face before speaking. "We should make camp. We will be here for a while."

You furrow your brows and shake your head. "Wait, who are you? How did you find this place?"

With a sigh, the man turns away and begins walking.

"Didn't he tell you I was coming?"

No, Mr. Wong, or anyone on his team for that matter, failed to tell you that you'd have company. You stand to catch up with the man, but you're cautious to not walk beside him just yet. He's... so fucking tall. Towering over you with a slender form and a gait as stoic as his face and fluid as water, he has to be at least 8ft. His silver hair is a lot longer than you expected, too. Slung over his backpack, the length of it sways just above his knees.

"Are you part of a research team?"

"You could say that." He pauses, "I'm Kite. I've been working with Mr. Wong for a while. I'm also a Beast Hunter."

You purse your lips. That makes sense, you guess. He brings an unnaturally calming presence. You’re used to working alone, only being active as a Hunter for a short period of time. But in this short period of time, you were quickly aware that Hunters can be… dangerous or greedy. You avoided working with others because of that. Kite seemed open, introducing himself and offering to camp together. You weren’t used to the casualness.

Maybe you could let your guard down, for now.

When you introduce yourself, Kite doesn't react.

For the next hour, the two of you walked in silence, careful to avoid slipping on sharp rocks or losing your footing along the way. The crisp air turns your breath into foggy vapor, but once the sun peeked over a distant mountain, graciously warming your nose, you smiled. Your new found discovery was keeping you on a high. You've only passed the Hunter's Exam just a year ago and you've already made your debut. Moments like this were what you craved. Adventuring the world, witnessing sights like those white capped mountains glowing in an orange hue first thing in the morning, creating your legacy and studying to your heart's content.

You wonder if he shared the same sentiments as you, being a Beast Hunter.

And who is he, exactly?

You cringe. Imagine if he’s a famous Hunter who has made incredible discoveries and you didn’t even know it. Spending your life buried in books and ancient scriptures, that you honestly don’t keep up with things like this. How embarrassing would it be if he expects that you’ve heard of him. Or maybe he’s new to this, like yourself. Although, that doesn’t seem fitting. He carries himself well, but not cocky. He’s careful with every movement, calculated. He’s been at this for a while, but could you trust him?

It’s not just men that you have a hard time to trust, it’s everyone. Life hasn’t been kind to you. Avoidance was a comfort. The shitty people in the world actually make it easier for you to endure, because you have a reason to have the disdain. So working alone brings a sense of solace.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Kite tosses his bag onto a patch of grass. "This should be good." Taking a look around, you agree and you wonder if he's been to this side of the continent before, another reason for you to think he’s experienced beyond comparison. You could learn a thing or two with him. Every moment could be an opportunity to grow into what you’ve always dreamed of being.

The both of you stand in a small clearing surrounded by thick trees that extend to the heavens. A stream flows just to your left and there's an area of shrubs just north where you can do your private business in... private.

Rummaging through his backpack, Kite pulls out a few items, fabric and a small pot. "Why don't you fetch some wood and I'll set up and make us something to eat, yeah?"

Coming back to your new-found camp with sticks piled up to your chin over your arms, was like coming back to a luxury campsite. Kite had managed to pitch a tent and a circle of rocks as a makeshift fire pit. He even managed to roll a large log next to the pit to sit on. Toiletries, food packets, pots, bowls, cups and a few other essentials litter a large rock beside the fire pit.

“You were busy,” you place the wood down.

Digging through his bag, Kite flashes his eyes to you before pulling out a lighter.

”It’s better to live in some comfort if we will be living here a while. Here, I have a pack of oatmeal for dinner. It’s not much, but once we get into a routine we can start fishing and harvesting for food.”

Hah, dinner. So weird to eat dinner at this time of day. The sun is fully out now, warming the land.

“Well, thank you. I didn’t pack as much as you did, but I have some food to share between the two of us. I wish I knew someone was coming, I would have… prepared better.” You trail off.

Kite shrugged, focused on preparing the fire.

“Not your fault. This is my usual anyways.”

Taking a seat on the log next to him, you watch the silver haired man get to work on dinner. The warmth of the crackling fire soothes your soul, making you sleepy. You didn’t realize how cold you were until now.

“We’ll be able to sleep all you want, we just have to be there an hour after sunset. We don’t want to be there when the pack comes out of the cave, just to be safe. They could be on high alert.” He says, handing you a steaming bowl of oatmeal.

You nod. Taking his own bowl, he adjusts himself on the log to face you.

“How did you find them?”

”Hm? Oh, well when Mr. Wong showed me pictures of the symbols, I recognized them from old texts I studied a while back. I knew that there was some other texts that connected the Moondancers to the symbols, so when I came out here, I tracked them.”

”Pretty impressive. I actually found them by tracking you.”

Your brows raise, giving him a shy smile. “And how did you find me?”

”You think I would give my abilities away to a stranger?” His face is expressionless as his eyes bore into yours. You look down to the oatmeal in embarrassment.

“No, just curious. I don’t usually work with others, so I thought I was all alone until you showed up and scared me half to death.”

“You should be careful here.” He comments.

“You speak like you’ve been here before.” You look up at him, licking your spoon clean.

“I’ve been here a couple times for other research. It’s nice here, but if you’re not careful you could run into some sketchy shit.”

”Well aren’t I lucky to have you then?” You smile. The oatmeal is delicious. Warm and spiced with cinnamon.

You opt to change the subject, curious about what happened earlier. “How did you know not to move before?”

Kite finishes off his food before placing his bowl on the ground. “Just instinct I guess. Similar beasts usually rally up the herd to go to bed. I also read that the Moondancers were reported to never be out during the day. I had a hunch that they would go back into the cave before the sun came out, maybe for preventive measures.”

Creatures that can’t be out when the sun is up. It makes sense, with their name being ‘Moondancers’ and all.

“I see,” you whisper. “Aren’t they incredible?”

Kite smiles, his hazel eyes shine with that same amazement you saw before. “Yeah, I’m interested to see how this goes. It’ll be my 69th species to discover, along with you of course. It never gets old.”

You nearly choke on a spoonful of oatmeal. 69th?! He’s gotta be…

Kite chuckles at your reaction and faces the fire. The light from the crackling flames reflect beautifully over his pale skin in waves, even when the sun is high.

“This may be my biggest research project, since we don’t know anything about them and believed them to be myths. Do you have a notebook to document?”

You nod, “I have a few.”

”Very good. If you don’t mind, can you keep logs for us? My handwriting is horseshit.”

”It’s one of my favorite parts of it anyways.” You give a smile and finish off your dinner.

“Don’t worry about logging today. We had a long journey and have been up all night. I’m more concerned about us getting sleep so we can stay awake all night tonight.” His eyes scan your face, “are you full?”

You nod.

”Good.” Kite stands, stretching his arms to the sky before waving a hand to you. “Let’s go rest.”

You follow in suit. You realize that you weren’t much of a conversationalist over dinner. Heat flares over the tops of your ears, how embarrassing. There’s so much you want to say, but you’re in the presence of someone far beyond you. You’re confident in your own abilities, there’s no doubt about that, but when someone like Kite is leading the way in every aspect down to the food he prepares for the both of you, you feel… kinda useless.

Was it because you’re embarrassed of your status as a new Hunter?

Kite lifts the fabric that acts as the door to the tent and waves you in first.

The tent wasn’t small by any means, but it wasn’t 3-bed-2-bath-house type huge. The tent was cozy though and… warm.

But you immediately notice.

One bed.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help it, the little whisper passed through your lips without thinking.

A single bed made of thick wool blankets is neatly prepared to the right. Your bag next to his sat perfectly to the left. A small lantern hangs from a metal structure in the middle of the tent.

“You did all this when I went to get fire wood? For 30 minutes?”

Walking in behind you, Kite presses a gentle hand on your hip to move past you. The tent is conveniently tall enough to harbor his height.

“Well after you’ve camped in random places most of your life, you kind of get a feel for what you need and how to do it.”

“Oh,” you say again.

“I even brought you some extra stuff like toothpaste and soap.”

Your chest swells. He really does know what to do. It’s like he’s prepared for everything. You, of course, were too, but just for yourself. If you didn’t have Kite, you’d be sleeping under a makeshift shelter made of sticks and sleeping in a sleeping bag for 30 days.

“Kite, how can I thank you?”

His face remains stoic, but his eyes widen just a bit. “There’s no need. It’s what we do for each other.”

“Do you usually have others with you on these expeditions?”

He nods, “Sometimes. I used to do them alone until I met a group of aspiring Hunters. They’re smart and help me a lot with bigger missions.”

”Why aren’t they here now?”

Kite takes a second to answer, as he rummages around for warm clothes. “Mr. Wong told me that this mission didn’t cause for a bigger group. He told me that a very capable greenhorn Hunter would suffice.”

Oh. You.

“Greenhorn?” If you didn’t know better, you’d take offense to the name. But… you can’t lie. It’s true. You’re new after all.

Kite chuckles. And to your shock, Kite removes his white shirt with his back towards you. You want to turn away, to give him privacy, but, why would he be changing now if he didn’t want it?

You were greatly mistaken by his slender build earlier, because once his shirt was off, the muscles in his back beautifully ripple with muscles carved by the gods themselves. Old scares littered with newer ones trail down his back in deep hues of maroon. The slight was quickly replaced by a sweater he throws on.

“Yeah, we call newer Hunters greenhorns. Nothing bad about it, especially when Wong told me you were capable. I trust him, he doesn’t usually put out a good word for many.”

Your mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out, so you close it. Pride swells in your chest. Your hard work is paying off already, and Kite does know that. Or at least he is trusting that you can live up to the expectation.

“Well, I’m flattered. I hope I don’t disappoint!” You grin, watching Kite pull his silver hair over his sweater.

Getting ready for bed, you opted to change outside the tent into sweats and an oversized sweater. Unlike Kite, you weren’t that comfortable changing in front of others. Using the sanitized water that was boiled earlier, you brush your teeth and head back into the tent to find Kite already laying on one side of the bed.

You shift your weight awkwardly, watching him flip through a book.

Without his hat, you get a better view of his facial features. And fuck, what a beautiful man. Bangs fall perfectly over his brow as the rest of his hair curls over the floor in silver locks. Almond shaped eyes find yours, looking up from his book.

“I-, I have my sleeping bag. Let me just grab it and I’ll be out of your way.”

Kite’s wrist goes limp, dropping his book over his thigh. “What do you mean?”

Unzipping your bag across the tent, you pull out the rolled up fabric. “I have my own sleeping bag, I’ll… be outside today. The fire is still going and the sun is out, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

”You can’t sleep in the open, that’s asking for a death sentence in a place like this.” His voice is monotone while face is completely fixated on you rummaging awkwardly through your belongings.

You pause. He didn’t expect you to stay with him, did he?

Kite continues, “I made this tent for the both of us. Why would I make a shelter and expect you to sleep somewhere unguarded?”

“I…” you purse your lips and turn to face him. “I just didn’t want to assume.”

A pregnant silence fills the tent. Your hand is still awkwardly gripping the rolled up sleeping bag.

”I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t sleep outside. Although the sun is out, it’s still cold. I don’t need a sick partner, it would make this mission a nuisance.” He closes his book and sets it on the ground beside the bed.

You inhale deeply. The bed does look warm.

“Okay, but don’t steal any blankets.” You joke, an awkward attempt of keeping the mood light.

“You got a deal.”

Kite had you laying on the side against the wall of the tent. Dipping yourself under the blankets was a caress of warmth that felt heavenly, since Kite’s body was already under them. Turning away from him and facing the wall, your eyelids grow heavy.

Kite’s body moves lower under the blankets, turning himself away so his back is to yours.

The simplicity of his warmth and presence barely touching you was enough to flutter your heart. So close, like he was a few hours ago, almost cheek to cheek with a hand upon your neck. You can feel his body rising and falling from peaceful breathing beside you.

Like a wavering lullaby, your body drifts deeper and deeper into a peaceful rest.

But before you nod off, you make sure to say one last thing.

“Thank you, Kite.”

If the slurred words of your tired state wasn’t enough to send his heart a flame, it was the fact that he’d met someone similar to himself. There’s a fire blazing within your eyes, one that he knows all too well himself.

It was unexpected that the Hunter he was paired up with would be a woman of your cabilber. He didn’t plan for this. The gnawing feeling deep within his chest tells him that you’re more than what he bargained for.

God help him for what’s about to come. For he can try to ignore it himself, but the moon sees all.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 ��𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄᴇɴᴛᴀᴜʀ! ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, Monster fucking, size difference, sexual tension, nudity, skinny dipping, reader is describe to have wide hips and perky ass, masturbation, outdoor set, titty sucking, oral (f receiving), stomach bulge, kissing.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Mythology had always caught your interest, specially the being mentioned in the many stories and studies you've done. But a particular one has caught your eye. The Centaur. This mythical creature has fascinated you. The lore to it had you hooked. You always wondered how it was possible for a man and horse to be fused together. Who knows, it's only legends and myths that wouldn't be possible to scientifically prove. It was still fun to learn and read about them.

In your free time you'd be reading your book over and over, you never got tired of reading your book about myths and legends from around the world. That's what you were doing at the moment, reading the same myth again. You were in love with it, specially the pictures of the centaur. You couldn't help but wonder how handsome he was, probably to get you hooked on the story or just because who ever illustrated the book thought it would be a good idea.

Your reading was cut short when you had to go out into the forest to collect samples for the scientists. You put your book away, you got ready to go. You were a biologist, who studied all kinds of life human, animal, plants and the environment that they lived in. They needed you so that the others could get the proper samples they needed. When you done getting ready, you were sent off.

The woods seemed calm, and here you were. Collecting samples on your own. You were used to doing things alone. It made you focus and work faster, when you'd be with a group of colleagues it took much longer. You also felt a bit relaxed, listening to the forest as you did your work. You were too caught up in cutting plants and digging roots from the dirt, you got dirt under your nails for sure. You'd clean them later. You went a bit further into the woods, wanting to get more than enough samples for your team of scientists. They needed as much as possible so that each individual could study there fair share.

You were too busy on your work that you didn't even notice a thanator creeping by. Searching for something to eat. You had your back turned to it, you were on your knees, digging with your hands to get a root. Then you stopped, hearing a bush rattle, you stopped and got up quickly. Looking around, studying your surroundings. You saw nothing at first, but then you turned around slowly. You saw the black panther like creature, staring back at you. The creature liked its fangs, you gripped tightly onto your knife in hand. You weren't going to die without a fight.

Slowly, you began to walk backwards, looking at the creature in the eyes, this was something you were told when out in the woods, to never turn your back on a giant wild cat. So you walked slowly, trying to get the beast to leave you alone. But then you fell backwards, losing your balance due to a huge root sticking out of the ground. This gave the Thanator a sign that it'll eat you, without thinking twice. You got up and started running for your life. The Thanator hot on your tail.

You ran, as fast as you could. Thanks to your small body, you were able to slip though small spaces, giving you time to run as the creature struggled to get to you. While you ran, you did not turn back to look at the creature still after you. You didn't want to grow any more fear then what you were already feeling, so you ran and did not look back. You then spotted a clit, and heard a waterfall bellow, assuming there was a river or a pond bellow. So you jumped, the thanator had tried to get you with its claws, it scratched you right on the arm. But you fell down to the water.

The river was strong, taking you down with it with all it's force, you tried to hold onto something, but the water was too much. You was dragged down the river. You popped your head up to try and breath, but the water was pushing you further down. It took about almost fifteen minutes until you were dragged down a shallow end. You manage to crawl out into the wet dirt. You were breathing, as if you have never breath in your life. You were weak, wet and tired. You already felt the soreness hit you. You laid on your side, trying to catch your breath. Then you felt a sharp pain on your left bicep, seen the huge ugly scratch on it. That'll scar, hopefully it doesn't go infected. You just sighed, laying your head on the wet dirt that got on your face. Slowly closing your eyes in exhaustion. As your eyes began to heavy, you couldn't help but spot a figure walking towards you from the woods. You weren't able to have a proper look at it, you only saw a what seemed to be a man, but his lover body, was much bigger. You had closed your eyes completely passing out.

You had began to wake up some time later, who knows how long you've been out cold. It must have been a while since you saw how it was dark already. You were lying on your back, your clothes were still wet, but the ground was dried. You slowly sat up, groaning in pain, looking at your arm, you saw that there was a huge leaf wrapped around were your wound was. Moving your arm, you felt some sticking substance on your wound, you touched the leaf, gently lifting it so see what it was. It was thick green like paste, and the leaf kept the past from falling off your wound. "Don't touch it or else it won't heal properly." You heard a very masculine voice in front of you say.

Looking over to see who it was, you saw a man, he was no ordinary man, but a na'vi man. You've heard of the native's, how they're very tall and muscular, he was both. You also couldn't help how handsome he was. His eyes were a yellow color, similar to a tiger's. His nose was on of a cats, his cheeks bones were very visible and his hair was long, both sides of his head were shaved, but his hair was the longest with braids, feathers and beads on it. He was very handsome, you only got to see his chest and neck. He was wearing a beaded choker and some kind of band on his chest with a knife quiver. He was sitting across a fire he had build between you both.

"You're far from home kid." He said, going back to doing what he was doing. He was using his knife to cut something, that something sounded like as if he was cutting fruits. "You helped me... why?" you asked. Wondering why a native helped you? Normally they'd leave you to die or kill you themselves. "Because you needed it. I had the same experience as you. I was also chased by a thanator, except I didn't get wounded." He explained, interesting. You wanted to get a better view of him. So you began to sit up, slightly groaning by soreness on your body. You stretched your upper body, making your tense muscles relax. You were now sitting properly. "Well... Thank you, for helping me." You said to the man, who was still cutting a fruit. He simply nodded.

There was an awkward silence. You didn't know what to say or do, so you just kept quiet. You trialed down at him, seen how strong he looked. From his arms, chest and his abs. Man, he seemed as if he had put in the work into having that kind of body. The more you look, that was when you saw his lower body. Your eyes went wide, seen that he did not have a pair logs like a man. They where instead of a dire horse. His hooves looked strong, as if he could kick the life out of you. Looking over, slightly moving to see more, he had more than just four legs. He had a total of six legs. "What? Never seen a creature like me?" Jake asked, seen the look on your face, you looked like a fish gasping for water. "Not in person no.." you admitted.

This caught Jake's attention. "In person? So you've heard of my kind?" he asked, then he handed you a cut up fruit. It was a huge, it took up all of your hand. You took it from his hand, slightly touching his palms. "Thank you. I mean yeah. I've read myths and legends of the centaur. I just thought they were only myths..." you admitted, the man only chuckled. "Myths? That's a new one." He said, biting a piece of the sliced yovo fruit. "New one?" you asked him, wondering what he meant by that. "People that I've come across, often think that were were breed like this. That a horse and a na'vi had intimacy and that's why we are how we are." He explained. "Hm, I've read much word weirder things. But this takes the whole cake." You commented, making the man laugh. It made you blush a bit, you had made a very handsome horse man laugh.

"Well, It's only proper for me to introduce myself, my name is Jake Sully." He said, you tilted your head a bit. "Jake Sully? That's a very human name." You commented, eating a slice from the fruit, biting the squishy texture from the peal. Jake watched as you ate your fruit, you couldn't help but look at your mouth. Gently sucking on the peal, trying to drink it's nectar. He watched a little droplet of juice running down your chin, his eyes slightly dilated. He liked what he was seen, but he shook his head. "Hurry up and eat your fruit then go sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." He said, finishing his last slide of fruit, before lying on his side, getting comfortable. You only hummed, going back to laying down on the grass, getting comfortable as possible to go back to sleep. You can softly hear him snoring, he was fast asleep. You tried going back to sleep, closing your eyes, only listening to the small fire crackling and his soft snoring.

The next morning, you were woken up by Jake. He said that you needed to get going before the day ended. He was planning on taking you back to the lab. You got up from the ground and up on your feet, stretching your body, hearing few joints pop and your body was sore. From yesterday and because you were laying on the hard ground. You yawned softly, tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped them away, along with any kind of grim on your eyes. "Come on kid, let go." Jake said, as he turned off the fire with some water he carried in a bottle. You nodded. "Alright alright." You yawned again. Going over to him.

You were now walking with the centaur in the woods, side to side. He was quiet the whole time. You'd look up at him every now and then, seen how big he was compared to you. You knew that na'vi and dire horse were big. But not as big as he was. He was almost a giant. You just noticed that you had lost your small bag which held the samples that you needed, you sighed in annoyance, so you nearly got killed by a thanator for nothing. Well, you were helped by a very handsome horse man, you'd do it again just to see him.

The whole walk you'd stumble and fall sometimes, getting slightly hurt. It must be because you weren't very familiar with the woods. Jake could only watch you, struggling. He thought it was funny seen such a tiny human like you, falling. It was obvious that humans like you weren't experts in wondering around the forest. It was like watching a baby take it's first steps. He knew he needed to help you or else you'd be stuck here all day and night, so he had an idea.

"Take off your shoes." Jake said, making you turn to him as you dusted from leaves off your hair. "Hm? What?" you asked him. "Take off your shoes kid, I don't like repeating myself." He said to you. "Okay okay." You said, sitting on the floor, unlacing your shoes off. "Socks too." He said, watching you removing your shoes. You looked up at him confused, but you did anyway. Now you were barefooted. "Now what?" you asked him. You watched how he got down on six of his hooves. "Get on." He said, making your eyes widen by his sudden request. "You want me to get on you?" You asked, confused. "Yeah, if you continue to walk, we'll be stuck in the forest for days, now hop on." He said. You walked over to him, trying to find a way to get on him. He simply watched you, seen what you were doing.

Until finally, you finally got a hold of him, slightly jumping on him. Your right went up first, then you pulled yourself up to him. Now you were sitting on him, you got comfortable. Jake then got back up on his feet. "See, that wasn't hard now was it?" he asked with a little smirk on his face, making your face heat up. He then grabbed your small hands, placing them around his lower waist, so that you could hold onto him. You felt both his soft flat stomach under his belly bottom, touching were his abdomen should be and your arms brushed against his leathers corset like band. Your chest lightly pressed against his strong back. Your breasts softly touching his muscles, your nipples softly going erect in arousal. Once you were holding onto him, he began to walk again.

The whole ride, you couldn't help but feel all sorts of things. You were literally riding a centaur. The same creature that you have been fascinated by for years. Were you dreaming? Did you hit your head or something? You had so many thoughts in your head. You had been quiet the whole ride, and so was he. There wasn't anything you could talk about, you doubted that he wanted to learn about humans or what you did for a living. You laid your head on his back, avoiding his hair, sighing out of boredom. "What's on your mind kid?" he broke the silence. Making you lift your head from his back. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking." You responded, still holding onto him by the waist. He just hummed, walking on the path of dirt, leaving behind his hoof prints.

After a couple more hours of walking, you came to stop, near a river. He got down, allowing you to get off him. "I need to check your wound." He said, going over to the river with you on his side. He got down on legs, sitting down. Gesturing you to get close. Once close, he sat you down on your knees. He began to remove the leaf off your arm, the paste was dried. He reached over to the water, grabbing some on his hand and putting it on the paste, making it wet. Easily removing it. You watched as he worked, your eyes were focused on your wound at first then you turned to look at him, seen him focused on getting the paste off you. Now that the paste was fully gone, your wound showed. Three red huge scratch marks were on your skin. It looked a lot better. It might scar, but it could've been worst.

"It needs to breath." Jake commented, looking back at you in the eyes. Seen how you were staring back at him. You only nodded. "Right, yeah." You responded immediately. Jake slightly chuckled. He then got up from the floor, beginning to take off his chest band and his waist corset. "What are you doing?" you asked him. He placed his things on the floor. "I'm going for a dip, you can join if you want." He said. Once his stuff was off, he walked into the water, you watched how the bottom of his horse body began to disappear into the water, only up his waist showed. He turned around to look at you, still sitting on the dirt. Watching him with your mouth slightly open. He chuckled by the look on your face. He then turned back, going a bit deeper into the water, to get his whole body wet.

You just watched him, going more into the water, seen his blue skin disappearing in the clear water. Looking down at yourself, you saw the dirt on your skin and clothes. Maybe you did need a bath. So you got up from the ground, beginning to take off your brown shorts. Pulling them down to the floor, followed by your panties. Then came your shirt, you pulled it over your head, exposing your soft flesh to the air, your nipples quickly went erect. You touched the water with your foot first, feeling how cold it was, but once you were in the water, it'll feel warm. So you slowly began to walk into the water, covering your chest with your arms as you went further in. The cold water made you squeak, it was slowly consuming you. Finally you were in the water, reaching up to your neck, you shivered under water. "Changed your mind?" Jake asked, looking over at you. He had come out from the deeper end. His torso was on full display, water dripping from his toned blue body.

You only nodded. "Yeah, I figured a should get cleaned up a bit." You said to him, he couldn't help but grin, seen how flushed your face looked. "Alright." He said, turning back to cleaning himself. You only nodded and processed to do the same. You brushed off the dirt attached to your skin, making the water around you slightly brown because of the dirt. Your skin was much cleaner now. You then dipped your head into the water to get your hair and face wet. You didn't have a brush, so your fingers will do. You then began to step out of the water walking towards the river and back into the shore.

Jake had heard the water moving around him, he turned to see what it was. He watched you stepping out of the water, his eyes widen, seen your wet skin glowing in the sun light. As you had your back turned, busy squeezing the access water from your hair, he got a good view of your figure. He had a nice view, he watched how the droplets of water rolling down your back and behind the back of your thighs. He couldn't help but stare at your wide hips and perky ass. He knew that it was real, the way it jiggled and how your thighs were also as big. He also got a view your hip dips. You were like some kind of goddess in his eyes. God, he couldn't keep himself together. He felt his body beginning to heat up in the cold water, he felt his cock twitching under water.

He couldn't help but lick his bottom thin lip. He had wanted you the moment you had sat on him, and rode him him around. He could smell your arousal through your shorts, it was pretty strong. He took this as a sign that you wanted him as well. He wanted you, and he was going to have you.

You both decided to stay near the river for the night. It would take another day to get you back to the lab. You were a couple meters away, back in the forest. Jake had made another fire so that you and him could stay warm. You were still naked, you had washed your clothes, in attempt to get the mud and dirt off. Now it was sitting on a rock drying. At the moment you were eating some fish that were around the river, Jake had caught them easily with his hands. You both ate in silence, Jake had finished his fish while you kept on eating yours. It was bit to big to finish in a moment.

You had finally finished eating the huge thing. You felt a bit full, you saw the small food baby in your belly. You only licked the bones of the fish and your lips, getting any little rest of the fish. You sighed, placing the bones on the leaf used a plate. Then laid down, good thing you weren't wearing your shorts. "I see that you enjoyed it?" He asked you, watching you as you were lied down on the grass. Looking at your naked body, glowing by the light of the fire. Your skin looked very smooth. He looked at how your nipples stood up. He couldn't help but lick his bottom lip again. "Yeah, that was good. How did you learn to cook like that?" you asked him, sitting up, holding your weight on your elbows. Oblivious to the fact you are literally naked in front of the horse man.

"We're taught to survive in the woods, that means, hunting, fishing, cooking and you know." He listed, still looking at your body. Seen how your little blotted belly began to grow small. "Hm, Interesting." You said, laying back down on the soft ground. Eating that big fish had you feeling sleeping. You let out a soft yawn. "You should sleep now." Jake said towards you, who was already yawning and closing your eyes. Already falling asleep. Jake just chuckled, watching you slowly drifting into slumber.

A couple hours had passed, you slowly began to wake up. You hummed, stretching your body on the ground, then you felt your bladder about to explode. You had to use the bathroom. So you got up and went behind him bushes to do your business. A couple minutes after, you went back to the river to clean yourself between your legs. When done, you went back to where you were sleeping in, touching your clothes that hanged on branches, it was still damp. You weren't going to put damp clothes on. So you left them, looking over, you saw how Jake was gone.

You looked around, trying to see if you could find him, but he was nowhere near the small fire. "Jake?" you called out to him, nothing. "Jake!" you slightly shouted this time, still nothing. Looking down on his sleeping spot, you saw the footprints of his hooves, you decided to follow them. As you followed the prints, you could hear something. You stopped and listened closely. It sounded like breathing, harsh breathing and groaning. You listened closely, it sounded like Jake was making those noises.

The closer you got, the louder it got. You could here him cursing under his breath and you could hear some smacking happening. What was he doing? You thought to yourself. The closer you got, the more you heard. Jake let out a moan and a grunt. "Fuck!" he hissed. Was he okay? Was he hurt? You wondered, so you got closer. You moved some leaves away, then that was when you froze on the spot. Your eyes slightly widening, by the sight.

There was Jake. He was bucking his hips against the giant soft looking mushroom. His cock fully out and erect, his veins were pulsing around his shaft. Rubbing against the soft flat top on the giant fungi. He was relieving himself. This is something horses did. They'd either smack their cocks onto their stomachs or rub them on an object. He was clearly masturbating. Maybe it was to release stress? Or just because it was what horses did, but he wasn't just a horse, he was also a man.

Jake groaned, biting his bottom lip hard and his eyes were screwed shut. Sweat was building up on his forehead, droplets rolling down the side of his face to his neck. "Oh god kid!" he groaned, bucking his hips against the soft fungi. He had thought of you as he tried to relieve himself. He couldn't get you out of his head, he really wished that you'd be laying on this fungi allowing him to fuck you. He really wanted you. So bad, it almost hurt. Then he heard some noises, turning around, he saw you. Standing there with your eyes wide, looking at him trying to relieve himself.

"Please... help me.." he whined, still bucking his hips. "I need your help.." He hissed, gripping tightly onto the mushroom. You looked at him. "My help?" you asked, looking down back at his cock, still rubbing against the flat mushroom head. "Yes, please help me.. I need your help." He whined. You weren't sure whether to help him or not, you didn't know how you could help him. "Please, I beg you!" He groaned. You hated seen him in such pain, so you you decided to help him. It was the least you could do since he helped you. Slowly you walked forward. Now you stood in front of him, in a quick motion. He grabbed your small body and placed it on the mushroom.

Now you were laying on the fungi. Just like how he imagined. You laying here, naked underneath him. He got down on his legs, in a siting position. His body was above yours. Caging you with his huge arms around your head. "I've waited for this moment" he growled softly, before you could say anything, his lips crashed into your. His whole mouth, he was kissing you. It was a hard kiss, you felt his teeth and tongue trying devour you. It felt arousing in a way. You threw your arms over his head, trying to also kiss him back, but his kiss was hungry and needy. He really did want this.

When he pulled away, he went down to kiss your neck, gently kissing and licking every bit of skin he could. "Oh fuck!" he growled. Kissing and licking some more. "When we were at the river." He stopped, looking at your breasts, face to face with the soft flesh. "I just wanted to take you on the spot!" he then pushed his face onto your chest, kissing around your plush breasts, he then took one of his nipples into your mouth. Making you moan loudly, his right hand then came, taking your neglected breasts into his huge hand squeezing it as he sucked onto your nipple. "Mm! God this tits! I couldn't stop thinking what it was like to taste them!" you mentioned, pulling away, seen the small bit of spit covered nipple. He continued to admire your breasts, seen that you were breathing for air. Your face was flushed and your mouth was slightly open.

He then lowed down, he was now between your legs. He grabbed them and spread them wide. You couldn't help but whimper a bit, seen that your glistening folds were on full display. "You think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me? I smell you when you sat on me and rode me." He brought up, making you look at him, holding yourself up with your elbows. Seen the hungry look on his eyes, he was busy staring at your pink folds. Without a warning he buried his face between your legs. "Ahh!" you moaned loudly, throwing your back onto the soft fungi. You felt how his tongue licked your entire pussy. He began to suck onto your as his tongue thrusted into you. You brought the back of your hand up to your lip, gently biting it, as a form to hide your moans. He continued to suck and lick as if he had been starving for days. He was hitting every spot, causing you to jolt every now and then.

After a couple minutes, he had pulled away. His lips had your juices stuck to them. You laying on your back, your body shaking like crazy. You were close, but Jake had pulled away just. You felt energy draining from your body. "We're not done yet kid." He said, you saw the grin on his face, you knew that he was being serious. He let your legs go, but kept them spread, then he got up from the ground, moving up. His horse like body was now above you, his cock was as hard as a rock and his tip was leaking precum. Jake positioned his four upper legs right next either side of your small torso. His hind legs were carrying his whole body, but with the help of the flat fungi, he had enough support.

You held onto the upper body, softly digging your fingers onto his skin. Jake took this as a sign and pushed right in slowly. You gasped, digging your nails onto the flesh, feeling his huge tip began to thrust inside your tight hole. "Oh! You're tight!" he commented, holding onto a thick branch as he thrusted into you. Looking down, you saw the massive bulge in your belly. The stretching of your pussy slightly burned, but it felt so good, you were already clenching around him. Jake groaned, feeling your tight squishy walls gripping onto him. After you got slightly adjusted to his size, he slowly began to thrust into you, he didn't want to hurt you, so he went slowly.

Your body was on fire, just like before, he was hitting all your good spots, making your body shiver like crazy. The stretching of your legs also burned a bit, but you weren't focused on that. You were enjoying getting stretched by his massive tip. "You're enjoying this aren't you? I can feel you trying to milk me!" he growled, gripping tightly onto the branch as he continued to thrust into you. "I just want to keep you! For myself!" He moaned at each thrust. "Imagine!" he groaned as he thrusted a bit much faster, going further in. "You! As my little wife!" He growled. "You'll only be mine! And mine alone!" he bit onto his lip hard, he felt himself getting closer.

And so were you, you were close to reaching your climax. His tip was hitting your g-spot. You felt your body getting weaker and weaker by the minute. All that was heard was the sound of skin slapping and your moans of pleasure. Your nails were dogged in his skin and your legs were about to give out. You almost couldn't take it, you were so close to passing out too. "I'm! I'm!" Jake tried to say, but he couldn't, he just keep thrusting as if his life depended on it. He was hammering down your poor pussy. Without a warning, he had bucked his hips one final time and he came deep inside you.

You had let out a scream, as he came so did you. He stayed still, all six legs were shaking. He hadn't pulled out yet, he made sure that you took most of his seed. You were completely filled to the brim. You felt as if you were going to explode. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away from you, making you whimper. His seed slowly poured out of you. Jake got down from you, he was now facing you down. Seen your sweat covered body and your body shivering like crazy. "How do you feel?" he asked you, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "..G-Good.." you whispered to him, with a small grin on your lips. Jake got down, kissing your lips softly. "That's good" he purred softly against his lips.

You both headed back to your so called little camp. You had gone to take care of business, as much as pain you were in, you still manage to walk over to the river. Jake was back, laying on his side waiting for you to come back. When you were back, you were slightly limping, which made Jake smirk by the sight. You manage to walk over to where was laying. He then pulled you close to him, nuzzling to you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling close to him. It didn't take long for the two of you to go to sleep.

The next morning, you were sore like a bitch. Your whole body ached, specially your legs. Jake had to help you up. As much pain you were in, it was worth it. As you got your dried clothes from the branches, Jake put out the small fire. You stopped from putting your panties on, and looked over at him. "Did you mean what you said last night?" you asked. Then Jake turned to you, he had a bit of a shy look on his face. "I mean, yeah. I know I only met you in a day, but, I wish to start a life with you." He confessed, his cheeks turning a purple color. You couldn't help but smile. "I was wishing you'd say that" You said with a smile. You saw that happy look on his face. "Really?" He asked, you nodded. He was happy, you saw how his hoof tapped onto the ground.

You decided not to put on your clothes, you felt as if you weren't going to need them, so you just left them were they were. You walked over to Jake, he then leaned down, so that you could hop onto his horse back. Once on his back, he got up back on his hooves, going on his way back to his village with you as his now wife.

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Dividers by cafekitsune

Note: Some of these might get rewritten because oh gosh the Wattpad writing was still there and it hurts to look at compared to my new style of writing.

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ┍━━━━━»•» 🌺 «•«━┑

✧. 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥

𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: Poor thing is watched left, right, and centre, up and down by these four maniacs. But this day, they spot something touching what belongs to them and none find any amusement in it.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: Another punishment causes her to finally go cold with her 'beloveds'. They finally know what has been bubbling up inside of her after the many harsh punishments given to her.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Content rating: NC-17

Synopsis: A husband desperate for the love and affection of his wife after having been gone for almost three days. But perhaps, he got a little too desperate. Three days before Christmas too.

Paired with Sekido [Genderbend]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞.

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: You weren't surprised to find out that Zohakuten is a rather jealous partner, but what did surprise you is the lengths he would go to ensure that your eyes remain on him and only him.

Paired with Zohakuten

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧...

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: He has a feeling that she should be moved. It's a tactic he always used if he's been in one place for too long since it would get on the Demon Slayers' radar. Oh well... Is that what the humans call 'gut feeling'?

Paired with Hantengu

・❥・⋆·˚ ༘ *

✧. ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤.

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: The Upper Rank 4's now wife couldn't resist kissing her sweet husband just to see his reaction, or in her case, her sweet husbands.

Paired with Hantengu

"𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩, 𝐬𝐥ﾒ𝐭!"

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: Requested to infiltrate the Demon Corps by the progenitor of demon himself, Upper Rank 4's wife makes her way to the Demon Slayers. Her efforts are not in vain and yet, she is met with an interesting predicament...

Paired with Hantengu

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐬.

Content rating: PG

Synopsis: N/A.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

・❥・⋆·˚ ༘ *

✧. 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: Basically the request.

Paired with Zohakuten

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

Content rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Rich guys, Beautiful women, Fancy parties, and her being the lucky woman who's fiancé's have a habit of doing it infront of whoever they want because of the power they possess.

Paired with KiRaku

・❥・⋆·˚ ༘ *

✧. 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: "𝐏ﾒ𝐧𝐤?! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬ᝰ.ᐟ"

Content rating: NC-17

Synopsis: N/A.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

✧. 𝕎𝕀ℙ

𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 + 𝐈𝐈 + 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Content rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Her dear, loving husbands that are the Hantengu clones, feel that after a long day of hard work for Muzan, they deserve some quality time with their wife, who was been working equally as hard at home without them.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

・❥・⋆·˚ ༘ *

✧. 𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕕

𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭... 𝐈 + 𝐈𝐈 + 𝐈𝐈𝐈 + 𝐈𝐕

Content rating: NC-17

Synopsis: N/A.

Paired with KiDoAiRaku

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬... | 𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧...

Content rating: G/PG

Synopsis: The very first thing he wondered was why he wasn't burning under the sun. The second being why he wasn't in the Infinity Castle when he was mere moments ago. Why was he in a forest? The air smelled different and even this location's energy felt different... What was that giant creature? Why was the woman next to it not running away?

No pairings.

"詐欺師..."

Content rating: PG-13

Synopsis: She is yet again given another reminder of why she shut herself away...

Paired with Hantengu

. . . . ╰──╮╭──╯ . . . .

[alvojake]

➳ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓!! <𝟑

❥ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤.𝐬𝐧

with your life on the line he offered you a deal and sweet innocent you accepted without reading in between the lines...

❥ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 | 𝐨𝐭𝟕

ghostface!enha x reader (all different au's)

❥ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 (𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮)

it was Halloween season once again, and your brother begged you and your friends to go to this new hit escape room that just came into town; the only problem? you hated going to them almost as much as you hated waking up early in the morning. however, being the good friend and sister you were you went with them. you expected cheesy props, dumb riddles and questions, and a rigged room, so you couldn't get out even if you got the right answers. what you weren't expecting was being drugged and waking up in a room with a dead body and separated from all of your friends.

❥ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

the world you once knew got flipped upside down in one single night when you were caught in the cross fire bewteen a group of seven vampires and a group of military personel. you just wanted to go home, but for some reason you couldn't just sit by and watch as the goverment bullied people who did nothing wrong so that is how you found yourself on the run with the very group of vampires you had just saved based off of some whim...

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[creature-on-the-run]

|~ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ~|

|= 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨/𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 (𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫), 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐨, 𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐢

|= 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭/𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲/𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠/𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐩𝐚𝐰/𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

|= 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

|= 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥

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|= 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧

|= 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

|= 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲

|= !! 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 !!

|= 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬/𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 (?)

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|= 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐬

|= 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐲 (𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥), 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐬

|= 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐝, 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧

|= 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬: 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞

|= 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

|= 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

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𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄.

|= ./•🦴𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨🍂•\. --- > 𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠

|= <|\𝐎𝐧𝐲𝐱/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐂 𝐎𝐧𝐲𝐱

|= <|\𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐂 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧

|= <|\𝐀𝐫𝐭/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐭

|= <|\𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐭/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭

|= <|\𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱

|= <|\𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

|= <|\𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

|= <|\𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 /𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭../

|= <|\𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/|> --- > 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

|= 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝

|= 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 @thelab-experiment

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|= 𝐃𝐍𝐈: 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐥𝐠𝐛𝐭, 𝐳𝟎𝟎𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

|= 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

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|= 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐓𝐓𝐘𝐃!! //𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐄//, 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬

|= 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐃𝐑𝟐, 𝐑𝐃𝐎, 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

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𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐛, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫.

“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞… 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬. “𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝!” 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐛. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞… 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝!” 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧!” 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲-𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 5 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @stuckybingo

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜-𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: ❤️ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭: 🔥 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: 🍂 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤: 🖤

— 𝐁-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

— 𝐁-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | Little Perv

— Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers

— 4.965 Words | ❤️🔥

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

You didn’t mean to walk into Steve but when you do and he tells your stepbrother about it, they will teach you a lesson how to be a good girl.

— 𝐁-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲

— 𝐁-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

— 𝐁-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— 𝐈-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

— 𝐈-𝐓𝐰𝐨

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.“

— 𝐈-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐟“ - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

— 𝐈-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝

— 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

— 1.130 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | ❤️

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭 5 + 1

James Barnes — Captain of the Hockey team — is secretly dating Steve Rogers. But when Steve gets more confident they decide to show that they are in love and dating.

— 𝐈-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 69

— 𝐍-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲

— 𝐍-𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐀𝐔: 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

— 𝐍-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞

— 𝐍-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

— 𝐍-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐮

— 𝐆-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

— 𝐆-𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

— 𝐆-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

— 𝐆-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | ’𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

— 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

— 2012 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | ❤️🍂

𝐀𝐔: 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

— 𝐆-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

— 𝐎-𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

— 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

— 1.218 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | ❤️

𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠

Steve offers his crush — James Buchanan Barnes — to help with the decoration for the Easter party.

— 𝐎-𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

— 𝐎-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐎-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐦

— 𝐎-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

[confessioncassette]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 - 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟒.𝟗𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!! 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞

Before Kite even opens his eyes, he can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his back and feet intertwined with his. He hasn't moved all night from the position facing away from you, but you must've huddled towards him for extra heat at some point. He must've knocked out hard, since he didn't even notice.

It's a strange feeling, having someone's body pressed against him in such a way. Your heat is almost suffocating, but not in the worst way possible. The rhythm of your breathing and the weight of your limbs over his is... something unknown to him. Was this a comfort? Turning gently to face you, he's met with bedridden hair, hands curled under your chin and a peaceful face squished against his upper back.

Cute.

The sun is beginning to set, bringing vibrant hues within the tent in a pink glow. The lantern he had forgotten to turn off is still lit hanging from above. Not a sound outside the tent was made other than the whistling wind through almost dead leaves. You both should be getting up soon, it'll take an hour to get to the pack. Arriving once it gets dark will save the trouble of the Moondancers being on high alert once they emerge from the cave.

He won’t wake you just yet, you need the rest. Looking down at you bundled up under the blankets - waking you is just something he couldn’t bring himself to do. Kite gently rolls out of bed, carefully untangling himself from you before gathering his toiletries to freshen up.

It wasn't long after he left that your body woke due to the lack of heat. Fluttering your eyes open, the empty space next to you feels barren…cold. Turning on your back, you rub your eyes to get rid of the sleepiness, but you honestly can't complain. Your body feels good and rested, no kinks or soreness over any part of your body, much to your surprise. The makeshift bed looked like you’d be hunched over in pain this whole trip, but it managed to actually be comfortable. And despite changing your schedule to sleep all day, you don't feel as lethargic as you thought you would be.

Looking over at the empty space next to you, you wonder how Kite slept.

As if reading your thoughts, the silver haired man walks into the tent, dressed in fresh clothes and wet locks. Hazel eyes find you sprawled out over the bed.

"Good morning," he stills. "I hope I didn't wake you."

You sit up, stretching your arms over your head and groan. "No, no. I just woke up." You look around at the hues of the tent. "I see the sun is almost set."

"Yeah, but there's no rush. It's better to get there after dark. You never know how the pack will act once they're up and about."

You hum, "shouldn't we observe that?"

"In time. We have to get a feel for them first." Kite’s smooth voice rings so nicely through your ears. His voice is low, a cadence that is always appropriate in regards to the situation. He tends to draw out certain words, like he’s cautious of his own breath. Truly, the voice of a leader, because you find yourself trusting blindly by just the confidence in his voice.

Rolling out of bed, you shiver at the temperature change. You wonder if Kite was just as cold, especially after washing his hair. The air is crisp this evening and you could only hope for a mild night. You distinctly remember the books you read as a child, where the mother would scold her child for not properly drying their hair before going to school. “If you go outside you’ll catch a nasty cold!” You wonder if Kite had a doting mother like the ones you read in your youth, but then again if he did, he wouldn’t be standing here with locks down to his knees, ends dripping with water.

Body protesting every movement, you head straight towards your bag to grab your own toiletries and some fresh clothes. Kite watches you in silence before speaking.

"How did you sleep?" Kite asks from across the tent, patting his hair in a towel.

Facing away from him, you remember. Ignoring the heat that flushes your face when you recall the feeling of him so close to you last night. So close that you could feel his breathing, his back pressed against yours. It gave you some comfort, in a weird way. You felt protected, nestled in a blanket of bliss, knowing that someone like him was on your back. And sometime within your sleep, you faced him. You pray he didn’t notice, or care.

It was chilly after all.

Cringing slightly, holding your items before standing. "It was probably the best sleep I've had in a tent." You turn to face Kite, "And you?"

Kite, sitting on the bed, leans back on his wrists, maintaining his contact through a lidded gaze. His face never shows much emotion, but amusement glimmers within his eyes. "I'd say the same."

"Good," you offer him a smile and begin to exit the tent before he calls after you.

"I heated up some water, you can use that. Damn river is freezing." He pauses, "and don't worry, I'll stay here."

Thankfully your makeshift shower wasn't too bad with the pot of water Kite was nice enough to heat. You needed that after days of hiking in the wilderness because during your journey out here, you barely slept due to excitement. This research mission wasn't just a one-off, this is something more. You haven’t gotten a real chance to prove yourself as a Hunter yet, or more so you haven’t been offered something you thought was worthwhile. This meant everything.

You took time to wash yourself, savoring the feeling of being clean. Though you were trying to rush due to time, you were grateful for the privilege. Washing the grime off your skin and hair with hot water made you grateful to have him around.

You smile to yourself, people can forget life's simplicities, and he's really made camping comfortable, enjoyable even. But…

Everything came down to finding what made those ruins. It’s a gut feeling that it’s the Moondancers, but how?

Slugging on a few layers and a thick sweater, you pop back into the tent to find Kite’s back turned to you, shoving necessities into a bag.

Hearing the fabric of the door, he glances casually over his shoulder.

"Ready?"

You nod.

Without another word, Kite slings on an oversized cape, throws on his hat and leads you into the forest.

-

"Ten," Kite whispers as you approach, and you immediately conceal your presence. Tonight, he opted for a higher observation spot. Sitting on top of an elevated hill, you both hide behind a large bush. Notebook already in hand, you watch Kite as he crouches down next to you, strains of hair fall over his shoulders like wispy threads.

"They're... wearing something tonight."

Peaking through the brush, it's difficult to see, even with the large fire that burns in the center of the pack. Interesting... They have the capability to make fires. You hurry to jot down the details in your notebook.

The moon is still mostly dark tonight, only a faint sliver glows as the beginning of a waxing crescent forms, but you see it. Adoring the sleek necks of the Anubis-like beasts, necklaces littered in jewels, some hanging off the gold like tear drops, reflected in the low light of the flames. Pups make their way to play and tackle each other in balls of fluff, wearing thin turquoise ropes. Looking closely, each pup wears a different stone.

Scribbling like a mad-woman, you make sure to write every single detail straight down the colors of stones and how many in the pack there were.

45 adults. 12 pups. You can't tell how old the cubs were. Yesterday we thought they were all puppies from last year's mating season, but now we aren't so sure. Some are larger than the others, but all have the same coat and colors. Adult females have natural coloring and beige coats, while the males have darker coats (ranging from brown to black) and colorful wings. The leader of the pack is silky black, with specks of white, blue and turquoise scattered over his feathers.

You both wait and observe for hours, flaring up your ten whenever you move or readjust. Kite had decided to shift from his crouch to sit beside you after some time. Wafts of soap and pine dance up your nose.

The pack was calm, certainly enjoying a crisp autumn night underneath the star speckled sky. Cubs play, eventually running to their mothers to rip at their necks due to boredom or wanting to be fed. Adults lounge, rolling over onto their back in the grass to stretch or cuddle up to their mate.

Unknown ranking system other than the 'leader.' Unknown position of teenagers or hierarchy. You add. Overall, all the Moondancers are oversized, but they vary in lankiness, thickness, and shortness.

Buried in your notebook, drawing sketches of the creatures, quick tapping on your knee pulls you away from your thoughts. Kite's slender fingers stay glued to your leg after giving you a silent warning. The pack begins to move, in the same way as last night, following the leader to disappear into the cave. You didn’t even realize how fast time flew tonight - they’re already heading to their den.

"They can make fires... and they wear jewelry." You whisper, the both of you packing up your belongings after the coast is clear.

"It looks like they have some sort of ritual during the mating season." Kite stands.

"Have you ever researched animals that do things like this?" You question, following his pace back to camp.

"I wouldn't call them just 'animals'... they seem more sentient than that." The infliction of Kite's voice was quiet, more like he's lost in thought." And no, usually the beasts I've researched in the past are just that... beasts. They act, mate and think like primal animals. The Moondancers are different, they appear to be calculated."

You hum, getting lost in your own thoughts. You barely know the man before you and the realization struck you once again, how Kite is an experienced Hunter. Why would Mr. Wong pair him up with you? It's not like you're trying to degrade yourself, because you know your abilities, but you ask as a genuine 'why’ due to the fact that this is your first official hire.

The oversized cape he wore billows behind him as you follow in his wake. He's alluring, in a mysterious way. His eyes never give too much, but it's like he makes the conscious decision to allow you to see through a small, dusty pane straight to his soul. His eyes weren't lifeless by any means, but maybe... guarded. Was it because he wanted to gain your trust? It couldn't be that because he doesn't need to prove that - his actions already have... His presence brings a dark undertone for his outright calm demeanor. Every step he takes is confident, as well as what he speaks. His entire human embodiment emanates controlled chaos. What's in that mind? And when will it break?

Has it already?

"We're just up ahead. I'll get started on dinner if you want to get your notes in order and change." With his voice distant in your mind, you respond with an absent minded agreement.

Dinner was tomato soup and bread under the sunrise. You must have gotten back to base earlier than yesterday, because the stars were still out when you arrived. Finishing every last drop of liquid from your bowl you look over at Kite staring into the face of the fire.

"Kite," you begin, thoughts from your walk clouding your mind, "where are you from?"

If he was surprised or annoyed with your curiosity, he didn't show it. Hues of orange flick over his face beautifully, his hat hovering just above his brow he looks over to you.

"Why do you ask?" He says plainly.

"It's probably for the best that we get to know each other better, no?"

Hazel eyes bore into you, but his expression softens. "It's not much of a story, because I don't know where I was born."

For some reason, his response doesn't surprise you the slightest. He gives off a nomadic feel, taking him wherever the wind blows and that he's comfortable with it, like he's always had to make shelter for a night or two.

"Then what was your childhood like?" You hope the question didn’t seem like you were prying too hard.

Resting his chin over the palm of his hand, he averts his gaze into the flames of the fire once again.

"Despite not having parents, I made a life for myself. You could say I was a little reckless, mainely stealing food and supplies from street vendors."

"So then, what led you to be a Hunter?"

Kite's lips curl into a smile, a real smile. "I met a man named Ging. He taught me everything I know. I've always loved animals, fascinated by them actually. I had this desire to study them and travel the world. I didn't know there was a business for Beast Hunting, or what came with it, but my heart was set. I didn't have much to lose anyways."

"You sound like me," you whisper.

He stands and you can't help but watch his tall body straighten out. He looks otherworldly in the early morning hues of the sky, strands of his hair glow in the sunlight. Kite looks over his shoulder, you could only see the shine of his eyes under his cap as he peers down at you.

"I had a feeling."

"So, then... have you fought much since becoming a Hunter?" The words fell from your lips without a second thought. Images of Kite's battered and scarred back flood your memory. Just how ignorant can you be? You try to save yourself. “I mean, being a Hunter, you could run into some trouble.”

Though, he doesn't take more than a moment to answer you, like the question didn't even phase him. "I've had my fair share. Though, I only interfere when absolutely needed."

The thought never really occurred to you that you had to fight after becoming a Hunter, more specifically a Beast Hunter whose main goal is to study and discover beasts. Buried in books and living life mostly in isolation, you didn’t like conflict. If anything, you chose to avoid it. Not saying you didn’t have the temperament to do so, but you just never really had anything that life-threatening or the opportunity to protect yourself. Fighting just wasn’t worth it.

”I've never been in a battle. I’m kinda hoping I’ll never have to be.” You give an airy laugh and stand, picking up the cutlery and bowls from the meal. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, but it does give you this feeling of vulnerability after admitting that you’ve never actually fought. Here stands a scarred man, who has leaps of experience compared to yourself, and you feel like you’ve fucking up by saying you haven’t been in that type of situation… like you haven’t lived. Trying to avoid further conversation about it, because Kite opens his mouth to respond, you try to brush it off.

“I’ll take care of these and meet you inside for bed.”

-

You walk into the tent to find Kite already dressed in comfortable clothes, with his hat discarded over his bag and sitting propped up on a pillow reading his book. Peering over it to look at you, he closes it and sets it aside.

“Thank you for taking care of that.”

You shrug, body weighing heavy now looking over at the bed, all you want to do is fall face first in the blankets and knock out. Kite notices this and pats the empty space next to him. At the end of the bed, a small portable heater is propped up and turned on.

You give him a look before commenting on the new addition that you could have used since yesterday. "Why didn't we use this last night?"

Kite chuckles lowly. "Honestly I didn't think we'd need it this early on. In this region, snow should start falling in a week or two, but it's freezing already. I assume we'll get snowed in sooner than I thought."

"I've been frozen solid!"

"It looked like you were just fine last night."

Heat rises across your face and down your neck with embarrassment, but you roll your eyes to keep the mood light. You can't bear the thought of last night right now, not when he's staring you down.

“Come to bed. It's been a long night," he adds, and there's a pregnant pause that thickens the air within the tent.

"I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Kite fills the void as you crawl into bed next to him, and you're grateful. It's shameful how awkward you can be and how comfortable he can be in awkward situations. You pull the blankets over your legs, entertaining the idea of hiding yourself completely under the fabric. You sigh in glory with how warm the bed is, heater blowing at your feet. God, how thankful are you for Kite knowing exactly what to do and how to do it, regardless of how intense he can be. The thickest blanket used as a mattress cradles your hips underneath you, and your muscles relax into the comfort.

”About what?” You sit, folding your legs and face him. You try to ignore the warmth of his thigh pressed against your knee, or how close he is to you once again. Like this, you can properly see how beautiful he is. His sharp features are masculine, absolutely, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones, but there is an ambiguity about him that makes him also feminine. His skin is milky... soft looking, his lips are perfectly dusted pink and plump. His silver hair compliments his palette so nicely, that it's like looking into a pastel calmness that your eyes can adjust just rightly to. His skin glistens under every hue, and his eyes, even in a dark hazel, dance vibrantly. You can't help but think back on when he changed in front of you, not about the scars this time, no, but how every ripple of muscle flexed over his back. He's tall, looks lanky even, but underneath his clothes lie pure strength. You wonder what his face would feel like if you touched it, what hardness you would feel if you put a hand to his chest.

"That you hope you'd never be in battle."

"Oh." You avoid his gaze.

"I never wanted to fight either. Even though I basically raised myself, I never resorted to violence to get what I needed to survive. It's kind of funny, I took care of myself and any animal that needed help. I lived in underground sewer systems at some point just to make room for them all. It never occured to me that one day, I would need to put myself in situations where I needed to defend myself, or others."

Kite pauses, and you look up to meet his gaze once again.

"I don't like to kill, nor do I like to fight. My goal was to always protect. I had no clue what that meant, but my heart told me that it was my calling. With Ging, he taught me everything I needed to know in order to become strong. Sometimes in life, you must face situations that go against your morale code. After the Hunter's Exam, I learned that quickly. You should never forget who you are though, and that every situation requires a different outlook. Moral of the story, always try to do the best you can with the beliefs that you have so that at the end of the day, you don't hate yourself."

"Did it scare you?"

He takes a moment to mull it over, and you can tell he's conflicted. Or maybe he hasn't ever thought about it before. He rolls his neck to the side to ease some tension. "Maybe the first time. I try not to think about it in the moment."

That makes sense.

"But how do you know when to... you know."

"Your body and heart react honestly, and your brain complies." Kite's eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment. "You just feel it."

You swallow, your own gaze dancing across his face to take in his features once again.

"And I'll know?" You question, more so asking for reassurance than anything.

"You'll know."

-

Your slumber was just as good as the first night, probably because you passed out quickly and hard. Kite's warmth against your back lulled you right to sleep, and whether he would admit it or not, Kite drifted away to the rhythm of your breathing beside him.

Kite woke you gently by resting a hand over the crown of your head after his shower, and with you fluttering your eyes open and giving a groan in return. After your own shower, with Kite patiently waiting inside the tent, you began to pack your things for another trip to study the Moondancers. Just before slugging your pack over your shoulder to head out, Kite's hand grasps your shoulder to stop you.

"Your hair's wet."

You still, giving him a confused look.

He moves before you could register, raising his hands around your head, fingers wrapped around a bundle of wool. He gives you a shy smile as he pulls the knitted hat over your head.

"Can't have you catching a cold."

Taking a moment to look you over, he deems that you're dressed adequately enough for the colder weather. Giving a nod, he brushes past you.

Weaving through low hanging branches, you keep a good pace with the silver haired man. The crisp evening air bites your nose and sends a shiver down your spine. It's definitely getting colder with each day.

"You never told me why you became a Hunter." Kite says stepping over a thick tree root.

Watching your own footing just behind him, you think back as far as you could. "I've always loved books," you begin and he hums.

"Like you, I don't remember much of my childhood other than reading. I had a father but he wasn't really around, I'm pretty sure he just forgot I was even there," you laugh. "I spent a lot of my time at the library." Towering bookshelves, stone walls, woven carpets, beautifully crafted woods and spiraling staircases flood your memory.

"It was the only time I felt seen." Within the pages, your mind exploded with vivid pictures and stories. The library in your birthplace village was the only place you could find peace... comfort. A sanctuary where no one bothered you and no one spoke, other than the groaning wooden stairs or chairs when someone's weight was placed on them. You could get lost for hours without a care in the world. After some time, the room you occupied the most was left alone, surely because the villagers knew it was your favorite place to spend time in. A small room with walls as shelves, an old velvet couch, a fireplace and a lamp. You can still recall the smell of parchment and musk on the velvet couch.

"I think I read through the entire first floor before my 10th birthday. One day I went down to the basement of the library and stumbled upon some old texts. Like, there were hundreds of books that talked about extinct monsters, beasts, famous assassins, rulers... you name it. Some were handwritten, like they were diary entries of someone's life. Nothing in my entire life interested me more than these stories, once I finished one book, I started another and filled hundreds of notebooks about what I learned. I taught myself multiple extinct languages, different cultures and their laws... these books were so old they had dust on them! I don't even know if I was allowed to be down there, or if anyone even noticed that I was, but I felt like I stumbled upon something historic. Like I was the first person to touch these texts in a hundred years. I remember feeling like these myths could still be alive, somewhere out there." Kite remains quiet, intently listening to your story.

The sun has set fully now, but your eyes remain glued to Kite's figure before you. It's getting easier to see, even though the moon is still barely more than a sliver like last night. The atmosphere glows in a blue black ink behind the stars that litter the sky.

"Then I stumbled upon a book of Hunters. I was fascinated that there's a group of people who dedicated their lives to protecting, discovering and gaining knowledge of the world. I think I had an epiphany that day. I wanted to discover and study things that are believed to be extinct. All of those books I read were probably true, probably recollections of the past, long forgotten. I realized that there are so many mysteries in our world, and I needed to see them for myself." You pause. "But I don't think I realized until the exam that the world could be... crueler than I thought."

"It's a shame how some people use their abilities." Kite murmurs before glancing over his shoulder, "then how did you learn nen?"

"Books," you laugh. "I taught myself."

Kite stills, but you walk past him. "You taught yourself how to use nen? Without a master? Don't you know how dangerous that could have been for a kid?"

Without looking back at him you chirp, "what, like it's supposed to be hard?"

From behind you, Kite's laugh rings through your ears, smooth and low. "You're exactly what I thought you'd be."

"I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing, Kite." You tease, looking back to him. The brim of his hat covers his eyes, but his smile says it all.

Arriving at the grounds of the pack, it's... eerily quiet. No familiar growls, purrs, or chirps from the beasts. The fire that was once ablaze yesterday has long gone cold.

"Did they leave?" You whisper, heart dropping to your stomach in a panic. You did not come all this way just to have this project slip right through your fingers. You were so close. You swivel your head around to look for any signs of the pack. Maybe a cub is around, or the leader is standing guard. At this point, you don't care if you're caught and they found out, you just want proof that they're still here.

"No," Kite crouches behind the bush, "they're here."

You squint, casting him a look of confusion. "I don't see anything, what are you talking about?"

Kite stands, towering over you and sighs. "I wasn't planning on divulging my abilities so early since I barely know you..." You cringe, seriously? We sleep together. "My en has a range of around 50 meters, I can feel them over there." Kite lifts his chin towards the rocky side of the mountain, where the entrance of the cave is. Deep within the tunnel, the faint glow of a fire flickers.

"Why do you think they stayed inside tonight?" You ask.

"No idea, it could be because of the cold."

"Maybe this night isn't significant enough in their ritual?"

"It's possible," Kite contemplates.

You creep forward, scoping out the clearing once more to make sure there's absolutely nothing lurking in the shadows. You trust Kite. If something was near, he'd know.

"You sure they're all inside?"

Kite nods, furrowing his brow. "Why?"

"I just..." You begin walking, carefully, but steadily - right towards the entrance to the cave.

"Are you insane?" Kite yells a whisper after you, but your instincts guide your steps in excitement. Kite calls your name, in a serious tone this time.

"This might be the only chance we have to see what kind of world they live in, how they survived this long in isolation. Don't you want to know?" You whip around, walking backwards towards the cave as you face him.

Kite's long legs stride up to you, lifting his chin upwards so you can fully see the concern in his eyes. "Absolutely not. We are not going in there!"

"We don't even know if they're dangerous. We have to know what they're doing in there."

"Exactly, we have no idea what they're capable of. No amount of research is worth the risk of this."

You still, letting Kite's stride find you until he's stopped just a few inches from you. You don't notice the twitch of his fingers by his side. The smell of soap and pine finds your nose once again. Lifting your nose up to him, you stand your ground. "I've waited my whole life for an opportunity like this. You can stay if you want to. I'm going inside."

Kite's face remains stoic, but you don't miss the way his jaw clenches as he stares you down.

Without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and head straight to the entrance of the cave.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱʜᴀɴɢ ᴛꜱᴜɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜʟɪ ᴊɪɴɢ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: piss throwing, murder, blood, hunting, decapitation, cut body parts, slight angst, harassment, fluff towards the end.

A/N: I based if on Good Hunting by Love, Death, and Robots.

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There had been sighting of a huli jing, apparently a nobleman's son had been bewitched by one. So Shang Tsung and his father had been contacted to capture the creature and kill it. This creatures were known for sucking the energy from the men they've bewitched with their beauty. This creatures often shift to being foxes into beautiful women. No matter how beautiful they are, they had other tendencies. They'd come out at night, specially during a full moon. So that night Shang and his father were out, hiding and waiting for the huli jing to appear, it was a while, it took almost all night for the creature to come out. Until, the figure of a woman was showed up.

The woman's beauty couldn't be explained, her beauty couldn't be described. The woman approached the house, towards the open window where the man was calling out to her. Then Shang's father out with a sword, ready to strike. As he brought up his sword at a high angle, about to hit. The woman moved the side. Having him miss. She looked at him, clearly annoyed by his interference. He tried getting her again, but he missed. She was moving fast and smoothly like a fox that she was. The fight continued and his father still couldn't strike her. It went on and on until, the woman manage to get his sword stuck to the wall. His father tried to get the sword to unstuck, that was when she made her escape. As his father continued to get his sword, he turned and looked at his son who was hidding.

"The piss! Toss it on her, before she changes!" He told him. Shang Tsung quickly grabbed the small pot and came out from behind the rock, approaching the woman. He locked eyes with her, he paused. Her beauty was what made him stop. She couldn't help but smile at him. "You are a very brave boy." She said to him, Shang Tsung couldn't help but smile. "Throw it now!" His father shouted to him, but he was still stuck in the trance. Shang just watched the woman leave, her tail slowly shaping out of her dress, her ears and her snot began to come out. Having had enough, his father let go of the sword and ran to his son, taking the pot then threw the liquid onto her.

The woman let out a hiss and scream, of pain. As if she was being burned. She fell onto the floor, growling and hissing. She then turned and looked at the father and son, she was trapped in a half human, half fox form. She growled and hissed at them. "She's trapped in this half form." His father claimed, the woman jumped onto the roof of the entrance, giving them one final hiss before jumping away. "Father, I'm sorry." Shang apologized to his father, as he grabbed his sword from off the wall. "The hunt isn't over." That's all his father said, then they both took off running out of the home and after the huli jing.

The run was fast, she was hard to catch up to. But his father manages to get closer to her. All he could hear was a loud cry of pain and stumbling on a roof. He spotted his father, his sword had blood on it. When Shang got close, he saw the decapeptide paw of the huli jing, near a small, abandoned tunnel. "She's made her den here. Go around back." His father told him. Shang then went to the other side of the tunnel to see if he could spot the huli jing. Then he heard some noises near some rocks. He got closer to see what it was, then a smaller fox came out hissing at him. It attempted to run, but Shang jumped on it, stopping it from moving any further. Then something began to grow fast. He saw a half human and half fox face looking back at him, hissing and growling.

Shang Tsung got up and stumbled back, watching the figure morphing into girl. The girl had ears, snot, tails of a fox. Her hair was white as well and she wore a white robe similar to the woman from earlier. "Why are you hunting us? We did nothing to you." You said, while getting up on your feet and approaching him. "Your mother bewitched the nobleman's son, we were hired to save him." Shang said to you. "Be witched?" you asked, now close to him. You then had morphed into a human, your hair had become a more natural color, you were around his age. Not only that, but you had some kind of enchanting beauty that got him to stare. "He's the one who wouldn't leave her alone." You explained. "That's not true." Shang clamed. "When a man falls in love with a huli jing, she can hear him no matter how far apart they are, so all that moaning and crying, she goes just to keep him quiet." You explained. "No, she was using him for her evil magic." He argued. You rolled your eyes by his wrong information. "A man can fall for a huli jing, just like he can fall for a human woman." You added. "That's not the same." He yelled. "Not the same?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "Uh huh, I saw how you looked at me." You said.

Shang then blushed and turned away, then a woman's voice was heard. "Y/n! Do not speak to that human! You know how dangerous they are!" She claimed, while in pain. You turned to look at Shang for a moment, then out of nowhere his father came out and cut right through your mother's neck, decapitating her completely. You were in shocked seen this. The blood had gone onto Shang, as the head rolled down the steps. Shang gulped and looked up at his father. "Shang, seen any signs of pups?" he asked him, quickly you shifted back into a fox and hid back in the rocks as Shang looked over at you. "Are you listening to me?" his father asked. "Yes father, I..." He answered as his father got closer. "They were no signs of any pups." He said. "Fine, now let's collect the bounty of this huli jing head." He said, grabbing the head from the floor, by the hair. You watches as they took the head and body of your mother, to prove that they had got the job done.

Since then on, you were on your own. Your mother had tried to protect you as much as she could. She knew about the dangers of being in contact with the humans. For days you mourned your mother, you wanted to at least bury her body in the forest, but it was taken away from the boy's father. You really wanted to avenge your mother, but that won't bring her back. You were alone completely, as much as you wanted to sulk, you had to move on. Learn to survive on your own. As much as you wanted to avoid all contact with the humans, you didn't. The spirit hunter's son, had been talking to you. It started a few nights ago, he came and apologized to you. He knew that an apology won't bring your mother back, but he still did. He knew what his father did was wrong and he wanted to make it up to you in a way. So he decided to look after you in a way, not fully take care of you, but make sure that you weren't in harms way.

He did. He made sure that every night you were okay. At times when you weren't able to hunt, he'd look after you. In secret, somehow, he father never found out about this, is did. Then you'd be dead by now. Shang Tsung had become your friend. You never would have thought being friends with a human, since your mother had told you that humans were dangerous who only hunt and kill your kind. It might be true, but Shang Tsung wasn't any like the humans your mother had described.

All that happened years ago. You haven't seen Shang Tsung since. He told you that he had planned on wanting to travel and known sorcery, but he had to leave. As much as you wanted to go too, you didn't. You stayed, in the forest. Which was your biggest regret. For the past few years, you were with Shang Tsung, you had fallen for him. It was no secret that huli jing would also fall for men just like they would for them. You also knew that he had fallen for you. You were able to hear his moans and cries of your name. That's what made things even more painful. You were both in love with one another, but you were both far away. When you were meant to be together. So you had enough, you decided you were going to find Shang Tsung.

For weeks you've been searching for him, but it was almost impossible, as if he nearly vanished. But you didn't give up that easily. You could still hear his voice. You were much closer than before. The voice was getting near. That was a good sign. You were getting closer. Except one day, the voice had go further. You assumed he must have changed locations, but that wasn't going to stop you from looking for him. Even if it took more days, weeks, months or even a year, you were determined to find him. You had to find him.

Months after searching, you ended up in a place known as Edenia. The place was huge and filled with people. It might take a while to find Shang Tsung, but you hoped that you'd find him sooner than later. All day, you've been looking for Shang Tsung, despite being tired and hungry, you didn't stop, you knew he was around here somewhere, you just had to look harder. It already gone dark, and you were still looking. It almost felt impossible, but you kept on going.

You were walking past a tavern; you were slightly startled when a man had basically been thrown out through the swinging doors. You looked down at him, then back at the doors. The man groaned, but manage to get up, almost falling again. He was very intoxicated; you could tell by the strong smell of alcohol coated on him. He then turned and looked at you. "Well, hello there beautiful." He said, as he hiccupped. All you did was give him a polite smile, then attempted to walk around him, but he caught your hand. "Come on, don't leave so soon, I want to get to know you." He slurred, almost falling over. You removed your hand from his grip. "No thank you, I'm looking for someone." You said, trying to leave, but he followed you. "Would that somebody be me?" he asked, as a way to joke and flirt. "Please, leave me alone." you said politely, but he just wasn't going to give up. "Awe, don't be that way, I'll make it worth your wild." He continued, making you really uncomfortable.

Before he could grab your hand again, you felt someone, get right behind you. "Lady said that she wasn't interested." That voice, you recognized it anywhere. You turned around and saw who it was. It was him. Shang Tsung. Standing right behind you, confronting the man who was harassing you. "Who the hell are you?!" The guy asked, now getting aggressive. "That's none of your concern, so, please if you're ever so kind and leave, before I make you." Shang Tsung warned. Before the man could say anything, he noticed the weapon on Shang Tsung's arm, the three needles made the man's eye widen. "R-Right... I apologize." He said, now frightened. Then Shang Tsung, turned to face you, pulling you onto his side, in a slight hug. Escorting you away from the man.

Now further away, you both walked, in silence. You felt your face heat up and your heartbeat was also going crazy. Finally, you both came to a stop, somewhere that must have been much safer. You then moved to face him. Studying his features, he had grown a lot. You took notice of his small, faded freckles across his cheeks, how his hair was slightly longer and how it was combed back, being held by a small hairpin like comb. You had almost forgot how he looked like. You remember the last time you saw him; his hair was much shorter and held tightly in a bun, that was pinned up. That was long ago, he must have got a change.

"Shang Tsung. I've been looking for you" That's all you could say. "I see, it's been years since I last saw you." He simply said, even his voice got slightly deeper and more masculine. "Where have you been?" you asked him. "I've been in places, traveling and trying to make a living for myself." He explained, while looking at you in the eyes. Those eyes of his were looking back at you with some sort of love and admiration. "I've heard you call out to me, since the day you left, I still hear you." You told him, this made him chuckle a bit, a small blush creeped up on his cheeks. "I almost forgot about that." He said, you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

It went silent for moment; you both couldn't help but stare at one another. It was ages since you both saw each other. It was almost like a new experience for the both of you. "I'm sorry, I just... don't know what you say." You said, shyly, feeling your face warm up. Shang Tsung thought it was adorable. He then got close and pulled you into a hug, carefully so that the needles don't hurt you in anyway. It surprised you, but soon after you hugged him back. Around his waist, you've never hugged him before, this was the first time you've ever hugged him. It felt nice. Specially being a hug from someone you love.

[krquietness]

(🗝️) 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬…

𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡!

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫. —- We are a 14+ new EAH server that offers..

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𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭-𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦! (𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝.)"

Author: Eva Ibbotson Dates read: July 9 - 18, 2024 Star Rating: ⭑⭑.5 (spoiler review under the cut)

First of all, this book had a banger of an opening sentence. “Kidnapping children is not a good idea. All the same, sometimes it has to be done.” It is one of my favourite all-time opening sentences in any book.

I love the aunts; Etta, Coral, and Myrtle. I love how you can see their close relationship and how they care for one another and the creatures that come to the island. Minette and Fabio were also cute characters, although their parents/grandparents were not so much. But, most of all Lambert’s father was a surprising character. I had expected that he would be a typical ‘rich parent’ character, which he was, but the fact that he was the only parent to actively go searching for his son was a pleasant surprise.

However, without a doubt, my favorite character was the Hum of the Sea. He felt like a character that everyone should have in their life. He was caring yet protective of his son. I loved the chapters where we got to see into his thoughts and that in the end, he decided to go at a slower pace so his son could follow him around the world.

Overall, while I love the characters and the island itself, the plot and story were not my style. I did not like the kidnapping, that happened multiple times, nor how cruel humans were (though I suppose it is a reflection of how humans treat the ocean). But, I would recommend reading this story at least once before judging it.