#I haven't found a solid place to leave him in yet

[kakusu-shipping]

I tried to do one of those Self Ship Cuddle your F/O irl hacks I'd seen in the tag a few months ago and... Something about it made Koro-Sensei and I feel real icky.

Bonus cuddle doodle to end on a better note. Still salty it didn't work

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Angel Cocoon

(Blame the brain rot. I watched Hazbin and had a dream about pathetic Adam and found myself deeply in love with this asshole. I did not expect it and I feel if I don't write I will explode so have this. Probably not my best work but it was stuck in my head all day at work; I have ideas for other stuff, including a more indepth fic (might be x reader, might be x oc, haven't decided yet). Hopefully this isn't too bad though

Update: Now with a sequel, whaaaaa? Angel Massages up and running

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam (damned pathetic man), angel!Reader

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Genre: Comfort, fluff (not smutty? For Adam? I'm impressed by myself sometimes)

Summary: Every morning this happens. You do not mind.)

Every morning you were thankful that heaven's temperature was always perfect. Because every morning you woke up in a state that could best be described as the Cocoon.

When you first started dating the egotistical, loud mouthed, foul mouthed, perverted asshole known as the leader of the exterminators, aka Adam the first man or “Dick Master” if he could ever get his way, you had expected a lot of things. Getting your ear talked off on a regular basis, all sorts of pet names running the gambit from honestly a bit sweet (what, you liked being called sugartits) to you're-lucky-i-don't-take-you-seriously-Adam (who calls their significant other a slut, really), being expected to go to most if not all of his music gigs, occasionally having your back blown out because damn could that man fuck, learning to find some of the stupidest things funny because he managed to make it so; these were things you expected or at least got better used to. It was sort of like dating a hyperactive teenager but nine feet tall and with the strength enough to swing around a guitar-axe like it was a pool noodle. You had not had a normal day since the moment you agreed to this and you had quickly realized that that was fine by you.

But this. This you did not expect. Every morning, every single morning because God forbid you be allowed to sleep alone, you woke up not to your room, not to the ceiling or the sunlight filtering through the window or even your blankets. No, instead you woke up to the first man, first of the human angels, curled around you like you were going to disappear if he didn't hold you as tight and completely as possible. To call what he did a koala hug would be a disservice and did nothing to describe this phenomena, which upon the first morning after you had fallen asleep in bed with him you had freaked out a little over. You still were startled every time you woke up to it since. It was more like what you coined it as: a cocoon, created by the combination of two factors.

One: Adam. He was of course much bigger than you, a giant among angels and that was how you liked it. After all who didn't daydream of climbing a tree once in a while? Except this tree loved to talk and could make you feel things you were pretty sure was very much not pure. You were a good, solid four feet shorter than him, almost half his size; this worked in your favor when you wanted to hide behind him because of some stupid prank or when you again decided to climb onto him or honestly generally being picked up by the troublemaking angel which he certainly liked to do. The other side was that when he curled up his body enough it could surround you with little effort at all. Those arms of his wrapped easily around you and you could feel the fraction of true strength with which he held you, still more than enough to hold you where you were. His legs were folded up just enough to cut off escape from below, leaving you cradled against his body. His head tucked down, buried in your hair, he was warm and hairy in multiple places, and if you were absolutely honest a little overweight for someone who lived in heaven of all places. But none of these things bothered you and in the position you were in, your head pressed against his bare chest, you could hear the ever surprising existence of a heartbeat within a long dead man's chest. You felt your own calm hearing it; you couldn't help but love it.

Two: his wings. Oh those beautiful golden appendages, almost as beautiful as those golden eyes of your idiot boyfriend's. The feathers shimmered and shone near enough to rival the sun and you could see them past your prison of Adam flesh. How he could sleep so peacefully with them wrapped around you both was a mystery you spend every morning contemplating; it could not possibly be comfortable. Your own shuddered lightly on your back in sympathy but trying to stretch yours only brushed them against his and his, as they always did when this happened, quaked but did not open. He slept with them wrapped around you two like an eggshell, encasing you both and leaving no escape all around.

You reached out by instinct, running your fingers lightly along the feathers. They too were warm and soft as down yet you knew how strong they truly were, how strong his wings were like all other parts of him.

Save maybe his psyche. You felt the feathers shiver under your touch and he made a noise in his sleep, nuzzling his face further into your hair, his arms holding tighter to you. You woke like this every morning, since the first time you'd fallen into bed with him, and at first it was a mystery why, like so many things about him. How could he be so loud, how could he be so crude, how could he be so rude. But bit by bit you'd learned and you had come to understand.

He held onto you like you might disappear. Somewhere deep down that's exactly what he feared would happen. You knew about Lilith, you knew about Eve, and you knew how to read subconscious messages. He encased you like he was afraid otherwise you'd slip away, that you'd leave, that you'd go too. You woke to your head against his chest; how often had he fallen asleep with his on yours? Adam was many things, and truthful about what was really going on in his head and heart was definitely not one of them, but it didn't take a genius to know why he hated letting you out of his sight. Why he always held you like this in his sleep. Why he got enraged whenever the idea of you ever meeting Lucifer Morningstar came up.

Could you blame him? You couldn't and nor could you resist a smile as you wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes and snuggling close to your ever-so-troublesome lover.

Sure you probably should get up soon but honestly it was hard to want to when you felt comfy right where you were. Besides it wasn't like you really minded all that much what would happen next after you both woke; he'd whine and you'd massage his sore wings. But you'd long since stopped trying to convince him to not sleep like that.

It was hard not to love being loved so deeply after all.

[galedekarios]

you seem to be reputable source to ask this and i haven't found a walkthrough anywhere else, do you know how to trigger the boat scene where gale has already decided not to go after the crown? like where he says you'll always be enough for him.

i've tried so many combinations and can't figure it out! sorry if you've already posted this

thank you for your message!

you have to sway gale away from the crown as best you can over the course of act 2 and 3, and then follow a certain chain of events to set the correct flags to trigger the alternate boat scene.

i've reliably managed to trigger it in act 3 with the following steps:

1: get the annals of karsus from sorcerous sundries

2: don't give gale the annals of karsus right away when he asks for the book

3: go to camp, but not as a long rest -> pick the go to camp option instead

4: speak to elminster and initiate his conversation (he should have a ! over his head and you can initiate the next step in progressing gale's act 3 quest, however: this is sometimes bugged if you haven't unlocked the elfsong tavern yet as a camp space, i.e. elminster will turn up, have a ! over his head, but his dialogue doesn't trigger, essentially soft-locking the quest)

5: go to the stormshore tabernacle to progress the quest

6: pick the option that encourages gale to seek mystra's forgiveness -> Player: Seek her forgiveness, Gale. It might be your only hope of curing the orb.

7: do a long rest

8: the alternate boat scene should trigger with gale at this point (he should be at camp with a ! to show he's ready to speak to the player)

i'll also share a screenshot of the conversation from the files (CAMP_Gale_CRD_ROM_BeMyGod) and highlight which flags are important:

alternate boat scene dialogue

Gale: Ah. You're still talking to me then?ORI_Gale_Knows_KarsiteWeave, LOW_StormshoreTabernacle_State_GaleSeeksForgiveness Gale: I wouldn't blame you for giving me a wide berth. I thought the orb's ever-present censure had tamed my wilder ambition, but that wasn't the case. Gale: I needed Mystra's intervention. She offered me a path to redemption at last, and it might yet leave my mind and body intact. Gale: Please - continue to believe in me. I want to show you the wizard I am capable of being, rather than the poor excuse for a man who's kept you company thus far. - Player (Option 1): I believe in you Gale. Always have, always will. ['Gale 10'] Gale: That's all I ever need to hear. - Player (Option 2): You're willing to give up the chance of unlimited power. I'd say your ambition is under control. Gale: If that's true, it's thanks to you, and the trust you show in me at every turn of this strange adventure of ours. - Player (Option 3): I hope so, because honestly you have been a poor man recently. Especially on the romance front... Gale: I'm sorry. It's not easy living for more than just yourself, when for so long just staying alive was accomplishment enough. - Player (Option 4): You're more to me than magic, Gale. ['Gale 10'] Gale: You stole the words from my mouth. - Gale: I know what I must do. The Crown belongs under Mystra's stewardship, not mine, and I will ensure she gets it. Gale: That means there'll be no permanent place in the heavens for us. But we could still visit. - Player (Option 1): Close your eyes. Gale: Astra navigabimus. - Gale: Few mortals ever glimpse what you're about to see. But don't be alarmed - I'm here with you. Now... open your eyes. Gale: Quite the view, isn't it? The Outer Planes are a place of profound, sometimes overwhelming possibility. Gale: I conjured this illusion often during my confinement in Waterdeep. An escape for the mind, where there was none for the body. Gale: It was easier to stare at the celestial abyss than recognise the emptiness within myself. Easier to pretend my destiny lay among such stars, than work to salvage a life on solid ground. You changed all that. Gale: You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting. With these stars as my witness, I swear - you will always be enough for me. ORI_Gale_State_RejectedBeMyGodProposal ['Gale 10']

as you can see, both the ORI_Gale_Knows_KarsiteWeave (mystra reveals this knowledge to gale at the stormshore tabernacle) and the LOW_StormshoreTabernacle_State_GaleSeeksForgiveness (set by picking the seek her forgiveness option during the stormshore tabernacle scene with the protag, gale and mystra) flags are integral here.

if you want to watch the alternate boat scene, i posted a video of it here.

i hope this was helpful to you! 🖤

[scorpioriesling]

Guilty as Sin? (pt. 2)

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: not as angsty as the first one, some Lucien x reader mentioned as they did discover they were mates in part 1

Summary: The day has finally come, and Y/N has made a choice. It turns out, you do know what you want, and how to go for it. Decisions can be hard, but... if you're willing to do what it takes to get what you desire...

SR’s Note: This is part 2 to Guilty as Sin? I would definitely read part 1 first so you have context. I hate leaving things on a low note, and part 2 was requested! So, here are solutions to both. Don't hate me. Lol. Tags: @deeshag @lilah-asteria @peachcontour-blog @going-through-shit @fxckmiup @sidthedollface2

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"And the flowers have been placed?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And, what of the seating chart? All of the name cards are on the actual chairs, are they not? I can't have anyone causing any chaos-"

"Y/N." Feyre lays a comforting hand on your upper arm, and you halt your rambling. She takes a deep breath in, motioning for you to do the same, and maintains eye contact as you both release it. She nods her head and gives you a comforting smile.

"We have been planning this ceremony for over a year now, dear -- I promise, everything is as you have asked. I wouldn't allow for any less." She says. You nod, you know she is telling the truth. As one of your closest friends, she's helped you plan your mating ceremony down to the most minute of details. Having gone through all of this herself already, she was one you trusted most with something so special and so important.

"Feyre, I can't thank you enough." You say, pulling her close for a hug.

"No need for gratitude -- I am happy to help," she says. When you pull away, you see tears gathering in her waterline. Stinging begins behind your eyes, and you look to the ceiling and laugh, her loosing a chuckle as she swipes at her lashline.

"Feyre you can't be tearing up yet -- I haven't even gone down the aisle!" You say, laughing again and steadying your breath. She smiles at you, taking your hands in hers.

"I know, I know. I just... I am so happy for you. I know you're going to be happy, and I am so proud of you for doing the best thing for yourself, and making a choice on your own that you find will geniunely bring you the most peace." She grins at you, and you return the sentiment. It had been a wild feat of mixed emotions with your best friend, Azriel, when you'd found out he had a mate. The two of you were inseparable; best friends for years; you didn't understand why he'd ever want anyone other than you. You could only thank the Cauldron for bringing him back to you, for leading him back to talk things out, and find a just solution for this huge problem that only you seemed to be the one noticing.

Feyre hugged you one last time, and pulled back to fix a few loose strands of hair framing your face. She shook her head slowly, a small smile still gracing her face.

"Whattt?" You whined, and she chuckled, stepping back to fluff out the long white tulle train flowing behind you.

"Nothing! I just... I can't believe two people I am so close with have been brought together in such a way like this." She says, standing and facing you once more. "And, you look beautiful. He's going not going to know what to do with himself when he sees-"

"Ohhh hush, now," You say, a giggle erupting from her throat. She stills when a soft, whimsical melody begins, and her round eyes focus on you.

She looses a breath, taking a hand in yours. You can't help but feel a little nervous; it was your mating ceremony, after all. "Are you ready to do this?" She asks. You let out a calming breath, and give her a solid nod of your chin.

"Absolutely."

Feyre's reassuring hand never leaves yours as you approach the end of the aisle; the warm, late-afternoon sun illuminating every crystal and glimmer embedded into your gown. You round the corner, and step into view as all of the attendees at your private ceremony rise in unison. Your eyes meet your awaiting betrothed's; and Feyre was right, he looks as though he has no idea what to do with himself. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, and you can't help but chuckle, silently praising Feyre for persuading you do choose this mermaid gown instead of the one that made you "look like a cupcake".

"I told ya," she whispers, and you chuckle, pulling her close as she continues to lead you past the rows of your closest friends and family. Cassian's eyes meet yours, giving you one of the biggest golden-retriever smiles as he tries to hold back his tears. The sight of it alone has your eyes burning again, the love your found family is always ready to offer you. You pass Nesta, who smiles at you politely, and Rhysand, holding little Nyx who is not crying, but staring wide-eyed at you. You offer him a little wave, and he grins at you, and you realize you've finally made it to the first row of chairs. Your awaiting husband stretches his hand out to you, hands you've come to know oh-so well; hands that have gently traced circles on your back, brushed yours and sent sparks through you many a time. Your eyes meet his and Feyre kisses your cheek softly, letting go of your arm and returning to her empty chair next to Rhys. You slide your fingers into his awaiting palm, and he all but pulls you into him right then and there. You face him, admiring his beauty as he grinned boyishly at you, his thumbs running over your knuckles as he held your hands in his. He leaned in close, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.

"You look... breathtaking." He whispers against your ear. You giggle, his breath tickling your skin and he pulls back to oogle at you once more.

"HEY, THAT'S CHEATING!" Cassian's voice bellows from a few rows back, and the crowd erupts with small laughs. You can't help but chuckle as well, meeting your fiance's eyes and sharing the sentiment. The only one not finding it hilarious is Nesta, who swats his shoulder and mouths you an I'm Sorry. You meet her eyes in the crowd, waving a hand in an It's Okay motion. As your eyes sweep back toward the front, you meet Elain's gaze in the front row. She offers you a kind nod, and you reciprocate the sentiment. It feels as if everything that had happened, all of the upset and hurt feelings over the initial bond her and Azriel had; it was all ancient history now. Especially now. You catch sight of the male to her right, those familiar fiery, golden-red locks so hard to miss. He offers you a charming grin, and you understand so, so well why everyone is so attracted to the Vanserra's; they practically exude charm. It isn't until you look to Elain's left that your heart warms, just a little. You meet the familiar stare that you'd come to know so well, and cared for so deeply, now looking back at you from the front row with nothing but joy across his face for the journey he knew you'd chosen to embark on.

Your attention is turned back to your fiance when Gwyn begins her speech, standing behind the two of you under the archway of blossoming Marigolds; courtesy of the season, of course. Just like Feyre promised.

"We've come together this lovely Autumn afternoon, to celebrate the mating ceremony of Lucien Vanserra and Y/N..."

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Your face was beginning to strain from how long you'd spent smiling. It didn't take long for Lucien to notice -- it didn't take long for Lucien to ever notice anything was amiss with you -- as he pulled you close and tenderly grazed his fingers over your cheek.

"What is wrong, my love?" He asks. You sigh, peering up into his amber and golden eyes. The frown you'd had fades in an instant, as you find it hard to be in any kind of foul mood around Lucien. Around your mate.

"Well... if you just... keep doing that..." You nuzzle into his touch, and he smirks down at you, his other hand reaching around to lightly scratch the back of your scalp. You let out a soft moan, and he chuckles.

"I can see it's working then," he states. You nod, eyes fluttering closed.

"You always know just..." You move close, wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "Just what I need, Lucie." He retreats his fingers after a few moments, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze once more. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips once more, this one just as warm and loving as the one offerred in front of everyone at the end of the aisle hours before. You'd danced, ate, drank, and celebrated for the better part of the night, but as the moon rose higher and higher in the sky, you began to feel more inclined to retreating back to your shared flat and spending the rest of your night beside your mate.

"That's because I'm just-" He took one hand in yours, twirling you around once before pulling you close to him again. "...So, so in love with you my dear." You can't help but giggle at his cheesiness.

"Ughhhh, man, you guys really need a room or something," Eris' playfully dramatic tone draws closer, and you turn to face him. He approaches you with a smile, offerring a hand to his brother. He pulls him close, patting a hand on his back and hugging him tight. You can't help the wave of emotion that washes over you; in the time you spend getting to know your mate, falling in love with your mate, you'd learned so much that haunted him -- but one of those things would not be his oldest brother, not anymore. You couldn't help the joy you felt knowing how happy it made Lucien to finally have that relationship rekindled with his closest sibling.

When they pulled apart, Eris took your hand gentle hand in his, kissing the top lightly and looking between the two of you.

"Seriously, though, congradulations. Truly, I am happy for you brother." You glance at Lucien, heart swelling to see the happiness in his eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier to welcome you to the family." He offers you a small bow, and you smile in response.

"Thank you for coming today, Eris -- I know it means a lot to Lucien, and I was happy you could make it." Eris chuckles, turning to head out.

"I wouldn't have missed it!"

You peer at your husband once more, only to see him already looking to you. His expression softens when he notices your watery gaze.

"Heyy, hey hey, love bug. Whatever is the matter?" He asks. You smile at him, wishing you could put it all into words so simply, but you just... couldn't.

"Am I allowed to cry?" You ask. "I'm just... I'm so happy Lucien. Today couldn't have gone any better, were officially mated... I truly couldn't have it any better." You say. Lucien pulls you in, kissing the top of your head. When you've collected yourself, you both decide to mingle for a bit longer before retiring to your flat. Lucien had found Jurian and is laughing heartily over something, when you feel shadows lingering close by.

"You really are in love, are you Y/N?" Azriel's question comes from your left, and you tilt your head to see him. He sips from a crystal glass full of amber liquid, and you sigh, gazing back toward the only male you deemed truly perfect.

"Yes... I think I truly, truly am." You say. Azriel throws his head back, draining the glass and setting it on a nearby table. You glance around for Elain, figuring she would still be here if he was, but there was no sign of her.

"I'm so happy for you, ya know." He says quietly, gazing sidelong at you through his thick lashes. You offer him a knowing smile, rolling your eyes. Your best friend's relationship with you wasn't usually so sentimental like this, but it was a welcome change.

"Yeahhhh, yeah." You waved a dismissive hand, but Azriel's scarred fingers caught it midair and held firm.

"I'm serious, Y/N -- you're my best friend. You mean a lot to me. Your happiness, means a lot to me." He gazed into your eyes solemnly, and you dropped your eyes to where the two of you touched. His forearm still bore the black ink you'd once stanciled on him, looking almlost as fresh as the day he'd had it imprinted there. You thought after his ceremony those years ago he would have gotten it removed; but, he promised he wouldn't. He didn't care that he had a mate, "I still have a best friend too", he'd told you.

"Well," you began, unlacing your fingers from his as his gaze held on your eyes. Never would you have thought you'd pull away from him; but that was before. That was before the Cauldron had blessed you with such a perfect mate. A perfect male you didn't think you'd ever deserve; one you didn't know you needed.

"Well..." He repeated. You only smiled at him. All of those feelings you'd had, Gods... they hurt. They hurt so bad. But, as you looked at your best friend now, all you saw was just that; your best friend. You no longer had wished for messy top lip kisses with Azriel; there was no more longing for your trysts. You could kick yourself for ever feeling that way to begin with. But that was before Lucien. That was when you were still wasting your time, denying yourself the satisfaction of getting to know your mate and instead, pining over someone who already had one.

"Well... you can consider me happy." You say, and Azriel flashes you an award winning smile. You smile back, and he pulls you into a sincere embrace.

"And you can still consider me your best friend. Of all the friendships I have, I'd still choose you and me. Because you're my best friend, Y/N," Azriel mumbles into your hair. You sigh in contentment, releasing any last small piece of you clinging to him as more than a friend. You smile to yourself, secure with your choices in who you choose to love; whether that be as a best friend, or as a mate.

"And you're mine."

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[sportswriters]

christmas proposal - h. son

pairing: heungmin son x female!reader | fluff | wc: 1.1k | established relationship | warnings: a bit suggestive at the end | a/n: hi, everybody! your girl namu cried writing this one. yeah, happy holidays.

preparations for christmas dinner were in full swing, all the more so because you and heungmin had been chosen as this year's hosts. in a few hours, family and friends would be filling the house with presents, food and drinks.

you had found an analog camcorder that you hadn't used in a while, so you decided to record the process during the day. heungmin was in the kitchen decorating the cookies you had baked — because he could never turn the oven off at the right time — looking quite focused on the job at hand. he noticed you entering the kitchen, but didn't notice the camera in your hand, even though you had leaned over the counter to focus on his handsome face.

“honey, what do you think of green in these details and red as the main one in this outfit?” he asked, still not looking at you. “i'm trying to make it more varied, but i'm running out of ideas, there are very few colors.”

you smiled, delighted with his dedication.

“is the idea to distribute the colors evenly or are you going for random?”

“there are so many cookies, i think i've given up on the idea of being half and half.”

“then do what you think suits it best, don't worry so much,” you advised. “although i think this one in particular would look great with red and white.”

“white, of course! great idea, honey, thanks." he looked up to send you a smile, then finally found you framing him. “do i look good on this little screen?”

“handsome as always, it's quite absurd.”

you walked around the counter until you were next to heungmin, leaving a kiss on his lips that had already formed a pout.

“i'm so proud of what we've done so far, the house looks and smells amazing.”

he nodded.

"we need to find a way to get one of them to do the dishes afterwards."

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after showering and getting properly dressed in more elegant clothes— although you couldn't wait to get back into your pajamas — heungmin went to check the temperature of the freezer and the details of the table while you got ready to do your makeup. the camcorder had been left in the living room, so you cracked a smile when you saw heungmin coming back into the bedroom talking to the lens.

“i hope she hasn't finished her makeup yet.”

you squinted your eyes and laughed, tilting your head with a questioning expression.

“anything i should know?"

heungmin placed the camera on the dressing table, fixing the angle for a few seconds. you were still completely confused, not knowing whether to continue your previous action. then heungmin knelt down beside you, you froze. his eyes were sparkling, the smile was trying to be contained on his face, but it was almost impossible. there was a little black velvet box in his hands, the color matched the clothes he was wearing, it matched your dress too.

“i've loved you for a long time, honey. we've built this beautiful life together, this whole house is part of the representation of our love. every corner we make welcoming, every guest we host makes me realize how we also reflect this in others. i'm the happiest man in the world to live this life with you, to be able to hold your hand, hug you, cry with you, laugh with you. there hasn't been a moment in the years we've been together when i haven't felt grateful to have you with me.”

during the speech, you were smiling and nodding positively. you noticed the beautiful ring when he opened the box, but you didn't look at it for more than two seconds. you spent the whole time with your eyes fixed on his face, trying to anchor yourself on solid ground, or you would be able to fly if you were allowed to. you reached for one of heungmin's hands and placed it between yours, making him smile as he felt you trembling.

“even when we disagree, when we have bad days, negativity has no power over me because I know we can get through it, we can overcome adversity. i've loved you for a long time and i want to keep loving you for even longer, i want to tell everyone that you're my wife, that you're the greatest certainty i've ever had, that you're the one i want to make a home with. honey, will you marry me?”

“of course!” you replied, leaning in to hug him. “gosh, i love you so much! i can't believe you decided to do this today.”

heungmin pulled away briefly to look at you.

“bad idea?"

“no, just wait a minute.” you signaled before getting up to go to your purse.

heungmin stood up again, slightly confused because he still hadn't put the ring on your finger. you took out a small paper bag, then took out a small box very similar to the one he was holding, but navy blue in color. he widened his eyes as you approached him again.

“my idea was for it to happen after dinner, but now it makes sense to ask before everyone arrives. we don't know how long this party will last.”

you held out your right hand so that he could put the ring on, but heungmin took a few seconds to react. he didn't think it would be possible to feel so much love in such a short space of time. he took the ring off and threw the box on the table, gently taking your hand and putting the ring on your finger. he caressed it with his thumb, watching how beautiful the sparkle looked on your skin.

“i'm not that good with words,” you began, your voice wavering slightly. “but my great certainty is also that i've chosen you every day since day one, and i can't wait for a lifetime by your side.”

heungmin pressed his lips together as if trying to hold something for himself, but his unsteady breathing was obvious from the movement of his chest. you took the initiative to take his hand and carefully place the ring on his finger. suddenly, your fiancé wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, repeating the three most precious words in existence. you could only laugh. 

“i love you, i say we get married tonight. almost everyone we love will be here.”

“i'd love to, but i don't want to get the holidays mixed up,” you argued back, crossing your legs around him. “i want our day to have its own celebration.”

heungmin pulled his face away to look at you again, completely immersed in the constellations of your eyes, which were surely a reflection of his own.

“alright, we've got a lot of work ahead of us,” he agreed, giving you a smooch. “the dress looks fantastic on you, i wish we had more time before everyone arrived.”

you squinted and tilted your head to the side.

“we could just change the dress code to pajamas and enjoy the time we have now,” you suggested, running your nails gently over the back of his neck. “we're the hosts, aren't we?”

he grinned and walked over to the bed, carefully laying you down.

“i just need to stop that video first, we've got enough romance on the record.”

[dine-on-darling2]

Just a little vore scenario I was picturing. Darling x Jing Yuan

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The sensation was familiar to her now. Warm, soft walls pulsing and kneading her skin. The muffled woosh of serene breath around her. Darling could tell he was asleep by the sound of his breathing.

The space was tight all around her, but despite the warmth it wasn't suffocating. She always found this pleasant; to be wrapped fully in the embrace of another. And when the person who held her close and welcomed her into the depths of what is such a vulnerable place was none other than Jing Yuan, it made the sensation that much sweeter for her. His stomach was just as gentle as the man himself.

However. As much as Darling enjoys this, he'd swallowed her hours ago. Jing Yuan is known for his slothful demenor for a reason. Under ordinary circumstances, he can fall asleep with no prompting; he could sleep on his two feet just as soundly as on a mattress. And on a nice, full stomach? He's not staying awake more than a few seconds.

And again, she loves cuddling with him inside his stomach while he naps, but after a couple hours she feels a bit cramped; her joints feel the ache of being curled in this position. Darling presses her finger gently into the stomach wall beside her. "Yuan?" She whispers. Nope, he's sound asleep. She pokes him harder. "Yuan." Darling's only reply is a deep inhale and an incoherent mumble.

She huffs. Seems he's not gonna wake for a bit. But her knees are hurting. She squirms, testing the walls around her to stretch out however she is able. It's not much. Jing Yuan is basically made of muscle, and his body is solid. She only gets a little give as she pushes. She tries a few more times, twisting around to find a better position in the small space.

She's trying to not be too rough, not trying to hurt him. However, her movements are halted by the sensation of pressure on her, the unmistakable feeling of a hand indenting the outside of his stomach. "Settle, my beloved." A deep, melodious voice sounds around her, followed by a deep yawn.

She tilts her head back, as if she could see his face from where she's positioned. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, nothing like that." The hand on his stomach begins to pet along the curve she creates. "But it seems like my meal isn't sitting quite right." He laughs in that teasing manner of his, transforming again into a yawn he stifles.

Darling blushes, hiding her face. "I was trying to stretch. You've been napping a while now."

"Have I?" Darling's jostled as Jing Yuan moves; it feels like he's sitting partially now, supported by the arm not caressing his abdomen. "Hm, I suppose I have. Forgive me; your presence lulls me right to sleep."

Darling jabs him and earns a grunt. "Mean."

"Not like that." He pats where he's fairly sure her heads at. She can picture his face; the white hair framing his face, leaving one gentle eye revealed, an amused smile as he starred at her shape. "You are a balm to my weary soul."

It's no simple task staying upset at a voice like his. "Well. Maybe you could let me out for now? I did have some things to do."

She feels rather than hears the hum. His fingers tap a rhythm above her. "Must I?"

She cocks her head. "Come again?"

"Well," He starts, and now she feels a finger tracing patterns across his stomach. "Wouldn't you agree we haven't had a proper chance to spend some together in too long? And," this yawn feels part genuine and part performance. "I haven't had a full night's sleep yet."

"Yuan, it's the middle of the day " Darling rolls her eyes.

"Regardless, I think we'd both benefit from some relaxation." Before she can respond, he rolls from his back to lay flat on his stomach.

Darling yelps, now pinned by the heavy weight of Jing Yuan above her. The new position forces some air from his throat and he muffles a belch with his hand. Darling sighs, but the comfort of his stomach seeps into her. It was like having a weighted blanket wrapped completely around her. "I suppose my chores can wait a few more hours."

She can almost sense his kitty cat smile. "Good girl." He pats a hand on the side of his stomach. And then, like some sort of trick, he falls back asleep.

She laughs, petting the stomach wall. "It's a good thing I like you." She nuzzles into the plushness surrounding her. Although, he couldn't have rolled onto his back before falling asleep? He's going to owe her a massage when he coughs her out.

[thlayli-ra]

Stray (part 12)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe, Gunther, Ludwig Kaiser

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature (18+)

Warnings - Depictions of violence, injury detail

Words - ~3,500 words

Summary - Was it all worth the risk?

Panic!

Terrible, all-consuming panic!

It gripped every piece of Drew and refused to let go. From the moment he heard that voice, he'd lost all feeling in his body, every sense driven right out of him with blinding fear at the arrival of the man who had caged and tortured him relentlessly.

'How very touching,' the General stated, still clapping his hands menacingly. 'The damsel in distress has fallen for his knight in shining armour - how sweet! Cliched, but sweet.'

A sudden movement to his left and Punk was standing between himself and Gunther. Drew's mind screamed at him to grab the cage-fighter and stop him but his limbs refused to move, stuck fast like rusted tin. Unable to do anything but watch Punk straighten his battered body out, chin up and brows furrowed. His feet were planted, cuffed hands raised to shield his face, shoulders slightly stooped and it was then that Drew realised this was Punk's fighting stance.

Despite being bound, beaten and broken, the warrior was still ready for battle. The Scot felt dizzy all of a sudden. This man who had already sacrificed so much for him, who bore bruises and bandages for him, who's tender fingers had been snapped one-by-one for him, and yet, he refused to back down. What little breath he had left in his lungs, he was willing to put on the line for a man he barely knew.

A stabbing pain ached in Drew's chest.

'I hoped you would come back for him,' Gunther's piercing eyes found Drew and he cowered back. There was no hiding from the General - he could see him clearly over the top of Punk's head. His terror took over and he shuffled closer to Punk, curling the tips of his fingers over the waistband of the black briefs and holding on tight. Punk let out a small grunt, as if in pain but did not lower his fists.

'And even if you didn't,' Gunther went on, 'it did not matter. I had a new toy to play with. Isn't that right?' He sneered at Punk who flared his nostrils in reply, fire blazing behind his hazel eyes. 'We've had a lot of fun together, haven't we?'

Punk jerked, about to make a move when a deep voice boomed across the room.

'Hang back, Phil.' Joe appeared at Punk's side, cracking his knuckles. 'I've got this.'

Far from looking threatened, Gunther seemed more perplexed. Tilting his head at the large-set man, he uttered, 'I don't remember inviting you.'

'Get Drew out of here,' Joe ordered his ex.

'Not a chance,' Punk spat back. 'I'm not leaving you, fuck that!'

Joe placed a solid hand on his shoulder. 'For once, don't argue with me. Please?'

Punk hesitated, hopping irritably from foot-to-foot but before he could act, Gunther interrupted the moment.

'Nobody is going anywhere.'

Opening the lapel of his military coat, he unleashed a loaded handgun, pulling back the safety with his thumb. All three men froze, rabbits caught in the headlights of a speeding car. 'At least, not without my saying so' Gunther smiled ruthlessly at his prisoners, aiming the gun directly at Punk. Drew yanked back on his saviour's briefs, trying to pull Punk away, a pitiful attempt to save him from harm but it was useless. Where could they go? What could he do? They were all trapped, cornered deep underground where nobody could hear their screams or the blast of gunfire. Fish in a barrel, waiting for their turn on the chopping block.

'Ludwig?'

The General's lackey appeared behind him, similarly armed. He'd been hidden away, blocking their only exit this whole time. They truly never stood a chance.

'I don't need this one,' Gunther said, pointing at Joe. 'Take him upstairs and... deal with him.' Ludwig gave a sharp nod of his head and advanced towards Joe with his pistol up. The large-set man raised his hands, his face pensive. Calm and cool as he was marched out of the room by the blonde.

Punk on the other hand...

'Hey, wait! What's happening? Where are you taking him?' He lunched forward, tried to grasp Joe's hand before he disappeared from sight but Gunther thrust the gun towards him, forcing him back.

'Don't worry about your friend,' the General sneered, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. 'He won't feel a thing. You should worry more about yourselves.' Punk shoved Drew backwards in order to put some distance between them and their capturer. 'Now, the question is...' Gunther waved the gun between his two prisoners. '...what to do with you both? I'm sure that, with enough persuasion, we could squeeze both of you into that cage. What do you think? You could be together at last?'

The cage-fighter had planted his feet again, fists raised, putting his body on the line to shield Drew. The Scot held tighter onto his waistband, afraid to let go.

'Or should I look at this in a more practical way? Two slaves, two mouths to feed. And with Vinci gone, our numbers are even. No, now that I think about it, two is too many. But the question is; which one do I dispose of? You?' He focused the gun right between Punk's eyes. Before lifting it up to Drew's height. 'Or you...?'

In a flash, Punk was gone, torn free from Drew's grasp. He gaped at the cage-fighter's rippling shoulder blades rushing away, right towards Gunther. His cuffed hands grabbed the larger man's gun hand by the wrist and threw it up to the sky. The gun fired, the whizz and clang of the bullet's ricocheting off the concrete walls screeched in all three men's ears.

'DREW!' The Scot heard Punk's cry and found him tussling with Gunther's arm, fighting to keep it raised up out of harm's way. 'GET OUT OF HERE!' But it was a hopeless battle and before Drew could move a muscle, Gunther wrestled back control. A deafening chop swiped Punk off like an annoying fly. The tattooed man hit the floor hard, landing nastily on his front. He cried out as a boot stamped into his lower back, keeping him down, vaguely aware that he was the target of the handgun's crosshairs again. Closer this time. Dangerously close.

Above him, Gunther snarled at Drew, stuck fast like his feet were embedded in dried concrete. 'Get into your cage. Now!'

'DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, DREW! RUN FOR-' The cold, steel muzzle of the gun pressed into the back of his skull. Punk froze, afraid to even breath, one wrong move away from death.

The horror was mutual. Drew let out a strangled wail of desperation.

'Get in your cage. NOW!'

What could he do but obey? If that's what it would take to save Punk? His vision turned blurry, a film of tears locked tight behind the membrane. He lowered his head, turned and started to shuffle towards the dreaded cage in the corner.

'No... Drew, no...'

'SILENCE!' Gunther rammed his boot into Punk's cheek. A splatter of blood ripped from his splintered lips across the filthy floor. 'You have been fun, little fighter, but you are too much trouble. Why waste my time training you when I already have a good, obedient slave to play with, hmm?' Punk's whole body jerked at a sharp click right beside his ear. The General chuckled viciously; he had only put the safety back on.

'Shooting you is too quick. Too painless. Let's string you back up again and finish what we started yesterday, only this time, your 'lover boy' can watch.' Gunther bent down to grab Punk, Drew turning slightly to spy the huge man ripping the bandages away from Punk's stomach. He nearly threw up when strips of tattered, raw flesh were revealed beneath. Red, wet ribbons where once there had been soft, lightly tanned skin.

And words!

It suddenly dawned on Drew what they had done. He dreaded to think how, but they had scraped away the 'straight edge' tattoo that had arched over his naval.

As soon as Gunther had torn away the last of the bandages he socked Punk right in his flayed abdomen. The cage-fighter crumpled with a cry. The General grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him towards the hook hanging from the ceiling.

'Yes, he can watch,' he said again with a heartless sneer. 'Watch as I strip every last piece of flesh from your bones. Watch his saviour scream and beg, watch him die slowly and painfully right before his-

'NO!'

The room went still.

A look of furious shock twisted Gunther's face as he looked down at his captive.

But Punk had not been the one who'd spoken.

Two pairs of wide, shocked eyes turned to Drew who stood tall in front of his cage. Fists clenched at his side, shoulders heaving. Every inch of him shook but there was a determination in his eyes that would not waver.

Gunther was the one to break the silence. 'Did you just-'

'No!' Drew returned, his voice croaky but firm.

Both Gunther and Punk stared back, stunned with disbelief. 'Drew...' Punk hushed out, his hazel eyes turning watery. But then he was tossed to the ground.

'You will not utter another word,' Gunther's heels clicked as he walked towards Drew, his voice low and threatening like a growl. 'You will do as I say and get back into your cage.'

'No,' Drew shook his head defiantly. Staring down his tormentor, he pawed at his throat. His legs wobbling like jelly as he unfastened the collar and pulled it away from his neck. Brave, quivering hands threw it at Gunther's feet. The General gawked at the discarded collar while Drew lifted a finger and tapped it against his chest, right over his heart. 'N-not... y-yours!'

The General's features darkened at the disobedience of his prisoner and he thumbed the safety back on his pistol again. 'I will not repeat myself a third time. Get. Back. In. Your-'

Drew pounced, shoulder low, tackling Gunther to the floor. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he stumbled up to straddle the man who had tortured him for so long and pulled back his fist. The first punch slammed hard into Gunther's mouth, cracking against his teeth through the soft flesh of his lips, the second's aim was poor and hit his cheekbone. It didn't matter; the seal was broken. Old habits and muscle memory flooding back into the ground-down Scot, and he may as well have been in a seedy warehouse, surrounded by baying men, fighting for his life.

He remembered all the pain and humiliation that he'd been subjected to, first from Regal, then from Gunther and his henchmen. He thought of his beautiful, brave and selfless saint, Punk, who'd shown him nothing but kindness, imagined the horrors they had inflicted on him and the fury exploded out of him like flames finding several canisters of gasoline. Drew attacked his hated foe with a barrage of punches and forearms, breaking skin and teeth and bones until their face turned into a mask of hideous red..

But his target was not just anyone. He was a seasoned fighter too, a champion, a cut-throat killer and he bucked under Drew's hips, using the Scotsman's weight to unbalance him and toppled him onto his back. Suddenly it was Drew pinned down on the floor, the General on top and he beat the Scot mercilessly. Each chop to his chest cracking against his sternum, breaking it apart.

The murderous demolition of his body felt all too familiar to Drew. Brining him back to that time when he'd first thrown his collar at his new master's feet. Back when he had felt the fingers of death briefly grab hold. He could feel them again now, digging their claws in and even though he tried to block the fists pounding down on him, he knew he would not survive a second time.

Two huge hands grabbed the sides of his face, thick thumbs boring against his eyes, gouging their way in. Gunther spat at him in German, harsh, barking words that tore holes in his ear drums. The thumbs dug in deeper and Drew opened his mouth to scream when a large hand squeezed around his tongue and pulled, trying to yank it right out of his mouth.

'GET OFF OF HIM, YOU FUCKER!'

The hands suddenly released him and Drew blinked up to find Punk on Gunther's back, bare legs wrapped tight around his wide waist, and his hands on either side of the larger man's neck. The short chain of his cuffs pressing against his jugular. Punk heaved back with everything he had, holding on tightly with his locked legs as Gunther writhed beneath him like an enraged bull. The cage-fighter grit his teeth, closed his eyes, pulled tighter but it was no use. Gunther was too strong. His hold was slipping-

Drew leapt up and wrapped his huge arms around the behemoth, pinning Gunther's arms to his side in an anaconda grip. His legs went limp, weighing down the large-set man like an anchor to the floor. Gunther squirmed and struggled against his grasp, face turning a heated red with rage. Punk arched his back, every muscle and vein bulging from his forearms as he wrenched on the chain, jamming it deep into Gunther's jugular.

'Go to sleep, you motherfucker. Sleep! Sleep!'

And Drew clung desperately, holding his tormentor down and Punk kept applying the pressure and finally, finally the monster started to weaken. Dry, shallow gasps as his windpipe was cut off, a floppiness setting into his limbs.

His knees buckled, he fell forward. Drew let go and he collapsed against the floor, Punk falling with him, still attached to his back like a spider monkey. But even when his battered body collided with the ground, Punk reset his shoulders and pulled on the chain, not taking any chances. Drew watched as the General's terrible face turned purple, lips going slack, eyes lolling.

'Is he-?' Punk glanced up at him.

Cat paw.

Punk relaxed his arms, left them dangling around Gunther's neck as he tried to will some breath back into his spent body. Bu Drew never once removed his gaze from his tormentor, watching his chest, looking for any signs of life. Once upon a time he would have silently willed his opponent to 'breathe... breathe' but this time he did not care. Did not care if the sadistic man lived or died.

The barrel chest began moving. He lived. Drew fought back the disappointment.

Punk couldn't move. Drew had to help him thread his bound arms over his defeated foe's head and up to his shaky feet. He nearly keeled right over again and Drew held him close, being mindful not to graze the gruesome wounds on his stomach. 'We need to get out of here,' Punk said through his rapid pants. 'We have to find Joe before they-'

'Before they what?'

The two men snapped around at the sound of a welcoming voice and saw Joe walk in with Ludwig's pistol in his hand. Punk huffed out a laugh, smiling wide as he stumbled over to his ex and threw his arms around him. 'You son-of-a-bitch!'

'Oh, come on, you didn't really think that scrawny twink could take me, did you?' Joe looked down at Gunther's unresponsive body. 'Can't believe you two finished that asshole off before I had a chance to kill him myself.'

'You were taking too long,' Punk teased.

'Yeah, about that...' Joe heaved a sigh, catching Punk's worried eye. 'I was calling the cops. They're on their way.' He glanced between the two lovers, catching their collective panic. 'Get Drew out of here.'

'W-what?' Punk gaped at Joe.

'I'll deal with the police. Now go, get Drew out of here while you can.'

But Punk faltered. Looking up, he caught sight of the Scot, trembling from head to foot, a line of fresh blood lining his cheek. He glanced over the scars marring his body, his big blue eyes full of trauma and pain. The unconscious body of the man who'd imprisoned him, tortured him, assaulted him lying at his feet.

'No...' Punk replied, resigned.

'What?' Joe spluttered.

'Those bastards have to be put away,' Punk said, his voice small and pained, 'if not, they'll keep coming for him again and again. They need to pay for what they did to him.' He spread out his tattooed arms, exposing the gruesome wounds covering his body. 'I'm a walking piece of evidence. Drew's their main witness. We need to be here, to talk to the cops.'

'But Phil,' Joe stepped in close, cupping his large hand around the back of Punk's head. An old gesture that comforted the stricken cage-fighter. 'He's an illegal immigrant. They might send him-'

'You were right before,' Punk cut in, scrubbing his tongue backwards and forwards over his lip to stop his emotions bursting free, 'I was being selfish. I have to do what's best for Drew, even if...' he looked up, caught those blue eyes watching him and he nearly broke down, '... even if it tears me apart.'

Drew rushed for him, pulled him in tight and stroked a hand through his hair. It felt good, being the one comforted for a change, being cared for.

From the sidelines, Joe ignored the sinking feeling in his chest. 'Go outside the pair of you,' he said to them. 'Get some fresh air and look out for the cops. I'll keep an eye on this piece of shit.' Waving his stolen gun to emphasise his point, Joe took up position over the fallen General while Drew helped Punk out the door and up the stairs.

Dawn was breaking outside. Not the spectacular kind but the quiet, sullen kind that usually preceded a wet, grey Chicago day. To Punk, however, it was the most welcome, beautiful sight. He breathed in the air of freedom greedily, for even though his capture had only been a matter of hours, he had truly believed he would never make it out of that cold room again.

The wind lifted and Punk began to shiver against its chill. Warm fabric engulfed his shoulders and he discovered the royal blue jacket he'd given to Drew. The tall Scot pulled the lapels in tight and zipped it up, ensuring the embers of his body heat didn't escape and kept the frozen cage-fighter warm.

With some difficulty, Drew helped Punk down the ladder to the ground and the two of them walked to the gates of the compound. There, they found the splayed body of Ludwig, bruised and battered with his hands tied to a metal post with a belt. Joe's handiwork, obviously. The blonde was starting to stir. Punk gave him a fierce kick to the head to put him back under again.

'That's for breaking my fingers, asshole!' Punk spat.

Prompted by his words, Drew reached for the cage-fighter's injured hand and gently lifted it up, placing a kiss on each digit. 'They'll heal,' Punk tried to comfort the Scot but he continued lavishing his affection on both of Punk's tattooed hands. His busted knuckles, his strapped fingers, his chafed wrists. Every part of those wondrous, miraculous hands.

He crossed his own hands over each other, went to place them against his chest but paused. Rapid thoughts whirred behind his blue eyes as he smiled softly and gently grasped Punk's hands again. 'L-lo-v-ve,' he stuttered out, huffing a laugh at the welcoming sound of his long-lost voice. He pointed to the first of Punk's fingers, counting them down as he went, 'love, love, love, love...' each repetition growing more confident and clear. Ten in all, one for each finger until at last, he hesitated. Blue eyes flickered up to catch hazel. 'Love,' he said at last, circling his thumb around his chest in a figure of eight.

Punk gasped, his words failing him.

Drew's brows quirked upwards, questioning, as he pointed a finger at his own chest. '... love?'

He felt numb all of a sudden, on the verge of floating away on the wind itself, as light and as fragile as a feather.

'You know what...' the corner of his mouth curled, '..I think I might. Fuck...'

Drew's perfect pink lips spread wide in a dazzling smile as he grabbed Punk's face, the cage-fighter hopping up onto the tip of toes again and their lips met. No more hesitation, no more doubt. They were taking the chance while they could. Red and blue lights began to flicker around them, the wail of sirens breaking the silence of the night, but the neither of them noticed, too engrossed in their lover's sweet embrace.

And when they finally broke apart, Punk nuzzling against the glow of Drew's hand, his thumb gently stroking back and forth over his swollen lips, he knew he had made the right choice that dark, stormy night.

He had risked it all for Drew.

And he would gladly do it again.

To be continued…

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Villain's Coffee Shop part 20

Warnings: bleeding out, stab wounds, grave injuries

"That conversation went surprisingly well, don't you think?" Villain spoke, staring down at his cat.

"Mmrph," Mocha huffed in agreement.

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Villain expected Hero to check in with him the next morning and update him on the situation, but she didn't. He waited until evening and still hadn't heard from her, which was uncharacteristic. Even in the short time he'd been working with her, he noticed she was always extremely reliable and exceptional at keeping him informed of everything.

"Probably still working through that mountain of paperwork," Villain chuckled to himself. But he still pulled out his phone. Couldn't hurt to call her and check in. She'd probably just forgotten about him amidst all her other duties.

It rang out and went to voice-mail. He tried three times, each ending with the same result. Now Villain was getting a bit worried. Only slightly.

After a solid hour of pacing, thinking, and waffling, he decided to head over to the Agency to ask Superhero if he knew anything, as that seemed as good a place as any to start, considering he was her boss and the one giving out her punishment in the first place.

So Villain walked confidently into the Agency headquarters with his cat trotting faithfully next to him while he made his way to Superhero's esteemed office. He'd had the foresight to shield Mocha with his powers beforehand to hide him from sight, just as a precaution.

A knock, followed by a grouchy "come in", and he found himself standing before Superhero, whose face was buried in a notebook.

Villain snatched up a pen from Superhero's desk to fidget with and focus his mind. "Do you know where Hero is? I haven't heard from her in awhile," he asked casually.

"She didn't tell you?" Superhero peeked over the top of his book. "She's on leave for a couple days both to recover from her injuries and to get a break from dealing with you. She was rather frustrated and disappointed with your performance on the Vito mission.”

Villain watched his face closely, and caught Superhero's eyes briefly darting to the left when he said it. Lie. Villain could pick it out anywhere. He'd been lied to enough times to notice. And it didn't fit Hero's personality at all -- Hero had been concerned about Villain, not angry or disappointed with him. And going on last-minute leave without telling him?? It didn't fit right.

"Ah, I see. Thank you," Villain forced out, injecting the chipper tone into his voice. For some reason, Superhero had felt the need to lie to him, and he was determined to find out why.

What had happened to Hero…?

Villain stepped out of Superhero's office and strode briskly down the hall, stopping at the end and glancing around for any unwanted witnesses. "Mocha, go find her," he whispered under his breath to empty air. But he could sense his loyal cat's presence beside him, and tracked his movements through the shadows he was using to conceal him as his cat took off down the hall.

Villain hurried after him, trying to look natural while speed-walking after the racing feline who was following the faint yet familiar scent of Hero.

Mocha took him through the whole maze of the Agency's building, down the elevator to the bottom floor and all the way to the back of the facility. That's where Villain stepped into an ominous long hallway with dozens of doors lining each side. He walked slowly past them, stiff with apprehension, stopping to stare curiously into the tiny window of one. It was one of the few that actually even had a window, he noticed.

He felt something alive brush against his pants as Mocha urgently wove between and around his legs, bumping him repeatedly with his head.

Villain looked both ways down the halls to make sure there were no witnesses, before lifting the shadows hiding Mocha. "I don't understand... show me what you mean," he murmured.

Mocha ran up to one of the doors lining the hall and started scratching at it.

"You think she's in there?" Villain asked quietly. Mocha didn't stop scratching, and he came over to investigate. There was an electronic keypad to the side with a slot that a keycard would slide through to unlock the steel door.

"I don't have the code," Villain growled in frustration. "I'll have to see if I can find an employee and swipe a card from them--" he turned to dash off and find someone, when Mocha suddenly attacked his ankle, nipping him with his teeth and hissing.

"Ow! What--?" He whirled back around, watching Mocha sprint from him to the door again, standing on his hind legs and pawing aggressively at it.

"You're saying it can't wait?" Villain guessed, stomach dropping. "Emergency? As in, I should break the door down instead?"

Mocha nodded, ears flattening against his small head as he gave Villain a desperate look, if a cat was even capable of such a facial expression.

Villain had a terrible feeling about what he was about to walk into when he approached the door, shadows curling around his fingers as he called upon his superpower. Then, in a powerful rush of darkness, the door caved and went crashing in with tremendous force and an ear splitting screech of warping metal, making him wince. There was no way no one heard that. He needed to move fast if he didn't want to get caught.

Mocha streaked right past him into the room without hesitation, and Villain quickly followed -- but halted in his tracks when he saw what was inside. Or rather, who.

Because there, in the middle of the blank white room, was Hero, sitting in a chair that was bolted to the floor. Bloodied and injured, head lolling forward on her chest. She wasn't tied down or restrained in any way, she was just… slumped in it, unmoving.

Villain shook himself out of the shock and rushed over to where Mocha was standing on his hind legs with his single front paw on Hero's knee, ears perked forward with worry. Who did this?!

He pressed two fingers against Hero's neck, anxiously holding his breath. He only let it out once he detected a beating pulse -- faded and struggling, but there. Barely.

His eyes swept over Hero's battered appearance; blood running freely down her skin and splotching her civilian clothes, which were ripped in places from -- stab wounds?!? He'd recognize it anywhere. Someone had literally stabbed Hero! And more than once! The injuries were clean and precise, Villain could tell -- meant to maximize pain and minimize damage. Nothing ultra lethal in of itself, but the problem was that Hero was bleeding a lot, and who knew how long she'd been stuck here without treatment. Even though she wasn't dead yet, she would be soon if he didn't intervene.

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[writtenbysprout]

One in a million

Aaron takes pride in his work. It brings him somewhat comfort being able to read people like they're nothing but an open book. He can choose wether or not he want to engage or leave it half read. And most times he ends up going for the later.

Even in everyday interactions throughout his day he encounters people he dissect and pick apart. It's become a habit of mostly shoving his habit under the blanket and trying to go about his day as normal. But that comes to a full halt when he sees you for the first time.

Seated in a chair at his favorite coffee house, you have your headphones on. A pair of noise cancelling ones that allow you to devour your book in peace and quiet.

His eyes search you for something, anything, solid to get a grasp on, but he wounds up empty handed. Sure he could easily dissect your surroundings, your choice of beverage, your choice in literature, but that wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't see you.

The real you.

Looking around he glanced over a few people too see if he was just off by some chance today, but as per usual his mind easily searched each and every person he'd caught a glance off and easily gotten a read on them.

His eyes found their way back on you, still seated in the armchair. Now nursing a cup with one hand and holding your book in the other. Eyes glued onto the pages as you kept existing in your own little bubble.

Baffled by the sudden abnormality in which yoy made him feel, he caught himself starting at you. Mostly in confusion, but also a sliver of awe. In all his years as a profiler you were the first he hadn't been able to get a propper read on.

It frustrated him, but somehow it also intrigued him.

It was a busy Saturday morning and the coffee house was slowly filling up with all kinds of people. Also meaning seats was rapidly being occupied. Yet somehow the one spot opposite of you was still left.

Before he knew it, he made his way over and gestured to the spot opposite of you. This was far out of his comfort zone, but he knew that if he didn't find a way of figuring out the puzzle of you, he'd regret it deeply.

You notice the figure approaching before he came to a halt just as you placed your empty cup on the table in front of you. Moving one side of the headphones away from your ear you tilted your head to one side awaiting his question.

"Mind if I take this seat, it's starting to get pretty full in here.."

"Sure thing!" You beam in response, adjusting your seat as if he was to take your own spot. "Be my guest."

"Want a refill?" He nods at your empty cup and before you can answer he adds, "I'm on my way over anyways so I might as well."

You present him with your name. Allowing him to taste it before you follow it up with: "just tell them I sent you over and they'll know what to make."

He offers a simple nod, the gentlest of smiles and heads off to get you both drinks. Meanwhile you throw your cardigan over in his chair to reserve it for him before diving back into your book. Unaware of the brown eyes barely leaving you for too long.

Perhaps scared you'd vanish if he looked away. Or maybe it was the curiousity he felt towards you.

When he returns you're once again religiously reading the novel. Only when he places the cup on your side of the table do you notice his return. Quickly packing away your stuff you grant him your full attention.

"Thank you.." You quickly reach out for the beverage, curling up in the chair as you nurse the cup in between your hands.

"Aaron."

"Thank you, Aaron." Had he not already been intrigued by you, he sure would've been upon hearing you muse his name. It just felt right having you say it. Like a long lost tune he heard at some point in his life, but never could find again. Until now.

"I haven't seen you here before." You lull him out of his mind as you continue the conversation curious about the handsome stranger.

"I only come around when I'm off work." He admits, his eyes softens as he notice your gaze upon him.

"Oh, let me try to guess.." You jump up in your seat, correcting your posture before you knit your brows together, looking him up and down. Aaron can't help but find it amusing having you try to do the thing he'd been trying to do to you all this time. He manages to hide his smile behind the coffee as he brings it up to his lips.

"You present yourself with authority.. Maybe a boss or supervisor of some kind." You resonate loudly for the both of you. "My initial thought was lawyer, but something tells me you'd much rather do something about injustice right off the bat rather than wait for the legal process to send them too you.. So I'll guess a officer of some sort or maybe even a agent with the CIA.."

You conclude your analysis of him by taking a sip of the coffee. Awaiting his reaction patiently. And much like anticipated you watch his eyes widen before his brows furrows in confusion.

"How'd you.."

"Oh it's easy really.. The way you claim the room when you walked in was the first strike." You chuckle as you think back to when he first entred the coffee house. You were a curious person of nature and loved reading people for the fun of it. Yet you rarely presented the deduction to the people you observe. "The second go was how you chose your words carefully, leaving no room for wrong interpretations. In a way only a boss or someone who leads a team would do."

A deep chuckle escape him and fills you with the most content of feelings in ways you didn't think were possible.

"Spot on"

"Really?"

"Really, except the CIA part."

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. His eyes coam you and you can't help but feel blessed. Having spent less then a few minutes with this man and you were already at his mercy. He could step on you and you'd thank him. But somehow you managed to show some self restraint by not melting completely under his gaze.

"Then what?"

"FBI."

You offer a hum in response, not truly sure if he's trying to pull one on you or actually telling the truth. There was way to many using the FBI as a way to check up people. But upon seeing the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth you knew he was telling the truth.

You found yourself unable to avoid looking at his perfectly carved features. Unable to think straight when he looked at you like that. Unable to maintain a single thought without creating a fantasy in which the two of you could spend eternity together.

When he calls your name you quickly snap back to reality where he great you with the gentle smile. He then speak up saying the words you thought you'd never hear;

"I'd really like to get to know you better, would you want to go out with me some time?"

[swifty-fox]

Do you have any Clegan fic WIPS or idea/hcs you haven't shared yet? Getting #Clegan withdrawal :'(

lemme rustle through my bag of goodies

I've got my Sci Fi Au:

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit) 

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task. 

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft. 

Two Fingers down(Bikeriders AU)

“I don’t like liars.”

“I’m an honest liar,” John whispers against his lips

“You cheated.” Gale accuses.

“Cheating implies I was playing to win. Throwing the game to lose on purpose is different.” his hands fumble at Gale’s belt buckle, the metallic sound of it undoing loud in the alleyway. Gale sucks in a ragged breath.

“That’s not-” Gale groans as John gets his free hand around his dripping cock, “-even remotely what it implies. I don’t fuck cheaters.”

“You’re gonna let this cheater fuck you.”

“Is that so?” Gale's hips buck into the tight clench of John’s fist, his pubic hair darker than the rest, almost a sandy brown color.

“Yeah, if you call that cheating then I’m disqualified. Winner-” John bends over to spit onto the glistening head of Gale's dick, rubbing the saliva down his shaft, “-Takes all.” 

I've got my Pirate John AU which is just concepts at this point LOL

Little Beasts is still happening! Here's a snippet from part 4:

“You’re really hitting me in the ‘yes daddy harder’ places with that face you’re pulling right now,” John says, swirling his finger through the over-complicated mess of a coffee in front of him.

It tasted awful, but he ordered it just to see if the kid behind the counter could actually pull it off.

Chick continued to keep his ‘yes daddy harder’ expression, which was in fact a look of profound exasperation and disappointment. And didn’t really awaken anything in John, but he found it plenty amusing to see the way the older mans eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“I could have you thrown in jail today if i wanted, you know,” Chick Harding takes a sip of his own soy latte, “I could make up a reason, I hold your life in my hands.” 

“That’s a misuse of power and a miscarriage of justice, and also you like me. I’m your favorite little POW just admit it.” 

“Someone’s going to pop you one in the mouth, mocking veterans like that.”

John spreads his hands wide in a dont shoot the messenger sort of gesture “hey, I can claim it. My great gandpops was a POW. Got his flight jacket and everything hanging in my closet. This is my history.” 

“I think I should arrest you.”

John grins at him.

“You been meeting with Brady?” Chick asks, setting his coffe down with a pleased hum, begins folding his utensils wrapper accordion style until the cheap paper has become nothing more than a little square. It’s the same thing he does every time, restless fingers the only betrayal that the parole officer wasn’t just a robot.

Which John already knew was false. He’d looked the guy up the moment he’d had access to internet again. Had a neatly sealed Juvenile record and an exemplary military record which meant the guy was both secretly interesting and also probably a little batshit.

“Every couple weeks just like those fascist fucks tells me too. Just like i meet you every six weeks and we pretend I’m in need of babysitting and you pretend you’re not hoping that college boy will finally write his number on your coffee cup.” John leans forward on his elbows,the table creaking under his weight  “I could do it for you, if you’re too shy.” 

Chick doesn’t give him the satisfaction of blushing, but John can see the way his sholulders straighten slightly.

“He even looks like me a bit too. Curly brown hair,” John smooths his fingers across his mustache, “ the sexy landing strip. You sure you’re not displacing some sexual attraction?”

“You are the devil incarnate. That barista means nothing to me.” 

“You shouldn’t be so grumpy, meeting your favorite little felon.” 

“Only person around here that seems grumpy is you, Egan.”

“Me?” John stretches, tilting his chair back with one foot until he nearly topples backward, “Whay’ve I got to be grumpy about? I’ve got a shitty dead-end job, a dying grandma who, by the way, isn’t actually even my grandma, and i’ve got to check in with some middle aged drill sergeant with a thing for some guy who looks like Sean Cody’s next up and coming.” 

“I don’t know what that even means.”

“Oh you so do.” John smiles.

[imsorryithurts]

OC introductions!

Hey, friends. Tomorrow the whumperless whump even ran by @whump-kia starts, and I have written for some prompts that'll be sharing!

I have seen people making introduction posts for their OCs, and I love it, because I was already thinking about how I could give context before every story without getting too repetitive...

So I'll try to cite my universes that are featured in this month's events, and their characters. Until now, they pretty much only lived in my head, so apologies if it's a bit confusing or all over the place!

SPACE

While playing a space themed TTRPG, I quite liked the dynamics between our characters. Since I didn't want to make fanfiction of other people's characters, I tried making this generic "space adventure" setting, slightly inspired by the characters relationships and dynamics.

If you play RPG with me and recognize anything here... Uhhhhh I'm sorry.

Roye: The captain of the team. Strong and cheerful, he may come off as a bit of a himbo, but is a capable leader, and friend.

Rex: The "loveable asshole". Ship mechanic, she has been friends with Roye for a long time, they had their first flight together, before he became captain. A bit butch.

Leo: The youngest of the team, trying to prove he's an adult and can be relied upon. If I'm being honest, I'm still figuring out what position he has on the ship, but he'd probably be good with communications, commerce and overall administration of the ship.

Isabella: Rescued from an escape pod from a destroyed ship, she became part of the team as an engineer and water systems specialist. Is overly nice, sometimes to the point of discomfort, but is wise and will always help.

Matt: The medic, hired after too many incidents in the ship without a medic. Secretly never finished any formal training, feels insecure about it, even after studying intensively on his own. Calm and collected.

Vaughn: I'm going to be honest. He's just there. I came up with him as a programmer, but then never did anything with him other than mention him in a few stories. Maybe I'll lean into it, making him part of the team, but in a cryptid "doesn't leave his office" way.

MECH: part of the same universe, and overlaps in the future. Only two developed characters so far.

Rose: Mech pilot. Really good at her job, really compatible with a bunch of implants and enhancement drugs. Unfortunately, that takes a strain in her body and mind. After quitting, she struggles with the lack of constant information input, and has to learn how to be a person again.

Lucas: Medic, currently specializing in treating mech pilots. Is Rose's friend, they were in the same class, but he quit the pilot program early on. He's a bit "more than just her friend", but Rose, while reciprocating his feelings, seems more invested on her mech.

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Superhero:

I have more characters that have been in my mind for years, but for this month I pretty much wrote about only one:

Vittoria: Sarcastic and confident hero, with the power to see through solid objects. Is married to Claire, who has no powers.

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Medieval fantasy:

I have not yet written my entries for this universe, so I can't be certain they'll show up, but I have scenarios that have been in my head for probably years at this point!

Very loosely based on DnD, because I forget the rules five minutes after reading them. More of a generic epic fantasy, with DnD elements, really. There are assorter characters that I haven't spent much time developing that I don't think I'll mention here.

-x-

Amiel: Forest elf, druid, who escaped a rich and confortable life to live in the woods. She learned magic when a human druid found her injured and took care of her, deciding to teach her along the way. Very quiet and reserved, can be impulsive.

Huran: Half orc warrior, Amiel's partner for quite a while. Strong, sweet and ambicious. This man has been in my mind for literal years and only today I realized I never named him. So he's Ukad now until further notice. Thanks fantasynamegenerators.com.

-x-

Mills: Milene Mill, a human alchemist who lost her home at a young age. An adventuring tiefling took her in, and she's been travelling with him ever since. As a teen, she had a bad accident that basically destroyed the left side of her body, and recovery was a long road. She's cheery, curious, studious and ambitious.

Salus: Rogue tiefling, found Mills when she was a child among the ruins of her town. He initially only wanted to escort her to a safe place, ended up being the reluctant father figure, later the very much willing father figure. (His name is also subject to change. I spent a while going back and forth on names for him).

[sun-aries]

Otherworldly (TP Zelink smut)

Hey everyone!

This Zelink smut takes place in my story Broken Mirrors and Their Reflections, chapter 29, in the Twilight Realm. If you haven't read the story, that's okay, it can stand alone. I reworked it so I hope you guys enjoy :)

Leave a request if you like!

In a world with no solid ground, Zelda was his gravity; in the frigid air, she was his warmth and in the shadows, she was his light. Link wasn't exactly sure how he ended up back in the Twilight Realm, but in that moment, it didn't matter. There was nothing but the soft movement of her lips on his and the keen noises laced on her breath.

Much to his reluctance, Zelda drew back, just enough to shed her dress. The thin black cloth slid off her body like dewdrops off a petal, and once it cascaded to her ankles, she stepped out of its ring of fabric. She turned to face him then, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her figure. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

She was beautiful.

Her silhouette was embossed with an ethereal glow, illuminated by the window behind her, where the sky was perpetually heather and the wispy clouds leisurely coasted by. Pale skin was peppered with goosebumps, and he ached to enfold her in his arms and keep her warm. But for a moment, as he took her in, time seemed to tarry.

Her breasts were bare, round and pert, the peaks hardened and flush against the paleness of her skin. Admittedly, his eyes lingered there, taken, before dropping to the dip of her hips, to the black panties concealing her from him and then to her thighs, subtly and yet demurely brushing against one another.

It wasn't clear how long Link marvelled at her, but she waited until his eyes found hers again, and for another moment he could do nothing but swallow. Zelda was a beacon, blinding and beautiful, and he was a moth. He'd chase her forever, knowing that he might get burnt and willing to risk it at every turn.

Slowly, they stepped up to each other, their foreheads falling together as they shared in a breath. While his hands wrapped around her waist, her hands found his neck, her fingers splaying over his jaw line - a tad stubbly from so long in the countryside, searching for her - and her breath trembled as it seeped from her lips.

Moved by the thought, her brows furrowed and she leaned forward to capture his lips again, wanting, needing, and Link responded in kind. Her tongue dipped between the line of his lips and met his, and the silky wetness of the touch made their stomachs leap in unison.

Her hands fell to his waist, tugging blindly and a tad desperately at the white cotton shirt that they'd gotten commissioned for the reception, now yellowed with use, snagged and stained, and tried to pull it free from his pants. It didn't take long for Link to figure out what she was doing, and his breath caught, both delighted and flustered by her eagerness.

Zelda's brow was drawn in concentration, her straight and dark hair pouring over her shoulders and falling around her face. With a small smile curling his lips, his hands came to either side of her face to tuck the strands behind her pointed ears. As he drew back, his hands brushed along her jaw, a delicate, wispy touch that pulled her gaze back to his.

It was a wordless reminder that he was here - that there was no rush, and with a shaky breath, she was able to untuck the stubborn shirt. Careful with his injury, he lifted his arms to get it all the way off and to the floor with her dress. She dragged her hands down the length of his arms, easing them down to his sides, before she coasted to his waistline.

Zelda's hands were soft - softer than his could ever be – and every inch she traced made his stomach curl pleasantly. Far steadier now, she was diligent in loosening the knot, and it allowed her to ease a hand into his trousers. The moment her hand curled around his member, Link exhaled, suddenly realizing that he'd been holding his breath.

He'd spent his entire time apart missing Zelda and worrying about whether she was alive, that he hadn't allowed himself to miss her this way. It wasn't until her hands were on him that he realized how much he needed her.

A small, nearly imperceptible smile flickered on her lips when his hands settled on the small of her back. The touch encouraged her, and she moved to undress him properly; soon the last of his clothes dropped to his ankles. With nothing restricting her, she stroked the length of him in one swift movement, and it sent a shudder down his back.

"Zelda…please." His voice was soft, and their foreheads rolled against one another as he bowed his head. "Let me take you to bed."

The simple request released a swarm of butterflies in her belly. She leaned in, her cheek softly brushing against Link's as she whispered in the hollow of his ear, "Take me then."

With a swift, yet heavy breath, he drew back, eyes meeting her lips before his mouth did. He kissed her over and over, each stroke echoing the last, and she enfolded her arms around his neck, if only to get closer. His hands travelled to her rear, hoisting her up and carrying her to bed without breaking their kiss.

But Zelda noticed his kiss get a bit clumsy when his footsteps stopped, and his hand left her to blindly pat around for something. Her eyes fluttered open in time to find him tugging the sheets free from their tidy fastening. There was a sheepish smile on his face when she looked back at him. "I don't want you to be cold," he admitted.

The surprise in her face was replaced by adoration and she laughed. "You've been keeping me plenty warm." The red on his cheeks grew brighter and Zelda smiled proudly as he laid her down. He wasted no time mounting her, throwing the sheets over them and pressing his lips to hers.

With sweat coating their skin, resiliently built up against the stubborn chill of the room, Zelda's breasts sinfully slid against his chest just as the flat of their tongues met, and it tore a broken moan from his lips. One of his hands curled around her jaw, just over her elegant chin, and the gentle and yet demanding touch made her gasp.

Their eyes met and it was instant: the wave of fire that crashed between them - a red heat bathing their skin and swirling in their cores. Link swore beneath his breath, a sinful promise, holding her gaze before they fell to her lips. "You have no idea how much I need you, Zelda." His voice was husky, as if he'd just woke from a deep slumber, and it lit every nerve in Zelda's body.

"You have me. Wholly, I'm yours." She swallowed, and her own eyes fluttered to his lips. "Do with me what you will."

His jaw set, eyes darkening. In choppy movements, Link's hand moved from her jaw to splay across her neck, then her sternum, while the other landed firmly on the pillow beside her. Their eyes simultaneously followed its journey while Zelda took a deep breath, perhaps deliberately pushing her chest further into his touch.

Obediently, his hand slipped between her breasts and his eyes shot back to hers. A breast slid into his open palm, kneading into the soft, warm skin, and when her mouth fell open, so did his. Following his hand's path, he dipped his head to lather her chest with loving kisses.

The warmth of his wet mouth was a stark contrast to the chill in the air, so much so that she imagined steam rising off her skin. His tongue swirled around her firm nipple before he took it into his mouth and suckled. Zelda cried out shockingly loud in the silence, her dark hair mussing as she tossed her head against the pillow. It pulled a needy groan deep from his chest as he clenched the pillowcase in his free hand.

Zelda hadn't even realized how much she needed him between her legs until his hand veered from her breasts and slid the rest of the way down. His fingers ventured into her panties first, sliding down the seam of her body, and he felt her heat before he even touched her wetness.

Having her arousal so palpable, and feeling it for himself, made his member twitch. With a supressed groan, he dipped his fingers into her before sliding back, diverging, and spreading her wetness to either side of her clit. As the place that brought her most pleasure, he revered it, so desperate to hear her moan and feel her legs quake that he could think of nothing else.

His slick fingers were swift and thorough, rubbing her in circular motions even as Zelda's thighs tightened around his wrists, holding him firm as she grinded into his hand. Link's body rolled with hers, nearly forgetting that he was using his hand rather than his member. Her voice spilled out in moans and cries, her mouth open and eyes shut; with all his senses locked in on her, he drank in every moment of it.

He was desperate to give the orgasm she chased as she rocked into every diligent touch. And then, her body tensed; moments later, her voice drew to a high pitch, and he'd be damned if he didn't know what that meant. "Yes," he breathed against her. "I want to see you – I want to watch you come."

She cried out, her voice echoing off the metallic walls as her hips canted off the mattress. Her legs shook as she held herself still, holding onto the pleasure of her orgasm as if it were tangible. Link's breaths were heavy, his fingers still between her legs, wanting to draw it out as long as he could, even as she spasmed in the throes of it. But it inevitably slipped away from her and she collapsed to the mattress, exhausted.

Link peppered soft kisses over her cheek and neck, and she took a shuddering breath as she tugged on his hair to raise his lips to hers. Open-mouthed, she kissed him, sapped but still searing, and she murmured against him, "All of you." Another kiss, then, "I need all of you."

He inhaled sharply, brows furrowing, and broke apart only to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please…if you do too."

Wild desire swirled in his dark blue eyes and yet they were fixated on her, bearing into her with a ferocity that would always be her undoing. "More than anything." Her hand unfurled from his messy hair to slide to his cheek, and her thumb ran over his bottom lip, swollen and red.

Zelda smiled before reaching for her panties and sliding them down, and the little effort caused Link to come to her aid. When they were off, she was the one to guide his member to her. Her hand alone was enough to make him start, but it was nearly over for him when the tip of him touched her wetness. White flashed behind his eyes, causing his head to spin and forcing him to grab her wrist.

The intensity of his desire took them both by surprise, and though it was slightly embarrassing, Link was quickly soothed by Zelda's comforting touch. Her fingers threaded into his hair, still damp from his bath, as she shared in the intake of his steadying breaths. When the tension subsided, he opened his eyes to find her small smile.

Gradually, he sunk into her, and her pleased sigh was immediate. "Link…"

Her slickness was searing against his member, her tight heat burning hotter than the richest caverns of Death Mountain. Eyes clenched, Link wrung his hands in the pillow on either side of her head and leaned his forehead against hers. His hips moved on their own accord, rocking into her with slow, careful movements – he didn't quite trust himself to go any faster without losing control completely.

Perhaps it was that he'd missed her so, or perhaps all his fear of losing her had manifested into desire now that she was back in his arms, but either way he was insatiable, thirsting for her like he was without a drop of water atop Gerudo's mesas. The bitter cold of the room was nonexistent: there was only heat – slick heat enveloping his member and effervescent embers alit beneath his skin.

She'd felt the same, as though fiery inferno swept the room, threatening to engulf them both in its unrelenting flames. Each measured thrust rammed a spot deep within her, causing stars to flash beneath her eyelids, and she arched her back in a desperate need for more. "Link, please… I need…I need - faster, please."

He was in such a dire need of her that hearing Zelda's plea, fumbling as it fell from her lips, was more than enough encouragement. With sweat dribbling down his temples, he started to pick up speed, each thrust just a tad faster than the last. Her response was immediate: a desperate drag of her sharp nails down his back, and he bit his lip to try and hinder his ravenous groan.

As she arched her back, her soft breasts stuck to the firm wall of his chest, and he delighted in her hardened nipples pressing against him. Link grabbed one of her thighs and raised it higher against his hip – a tad roughly, for which he would later repent - and opened her up more. Zelda whimpered.

"Zelda," he whined, pitiful and desperate, but he couldn't find it in him to very much care in the moment. He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips, only partially able to focus on the movements of his mouth, but she slipped her tongue past his lips, and his hips stuttered as he slid his tongue against hers, tangling and teasing, until he rediscovered his momentum.

Mouth against mouth, hips against hips, their bodies rocked together, causing the mattress to sway and creak beneath them. His head veered off into the crook of her neck, disappearing further into the sheets to smother her with messy kisses.

Meanwhile, his hand moved from her thigh to the curves of her round breast. He breathed in deeply through his nose, drinking in her heat, smelling her familiar milky scent now laced with sweat, and rose his eyes to hers just to see her lashes flutter and her brows curl upwards in pleasure.

"Zelda….Zelda…Zelda." He repeated her name like a mantra, saying it like he'd been saying it for eons.

Her whole body clenched, drawing tight once more. "Link – I think – I will-" He hung on every one of her feverish words, but she paused, her breath hitched on her manners.

"Say it," he urged, and she whimpered. "Tell me, Zelda, please…"

Arching her back, she threw her head back and cried, "I'm coming…!"

He groaned loudly. All at once, all the heat from the room gathered to their bodies and coiled down to where they connected, crashing down like waves of fire. Zelda's passage tightened around his member and Link's sight went white as he bore down in her. Time tarried once more as they came together, their bodies pressed together at every point and coupled in every possible way. There was nothing but one another and their soundless ecstasy.

Link's entire body was trembling, his arms struggling to keep him in place despite his physical strength. As her pleasure abated, Zelda fell like a feather, her body sinking into the mattress, head arcing onto the pillow, and mouth slowly falling shut.

It was then that their eyes met, a wild and yet adoring look in Link's gaze while he panted heavily. Her face softened, looking heavenly and peaceful as her small smile returned. "Come," she said, her dulcet voice drained. Her arms enveloped him, slinking around his shoulders as her hands cradled his head. "Lay with me, love."

Without question, he withdrew from her and collapsed at her side, settling into place as she eased his face to her chest. A soft sigh left his lips as he melted in her embrace. Her comforting scent clung to her soft, dewy skin and it enveloped him, soothing him to sleep more soundly than he had in weeks.

[greatkittydream]

The creature from the dungeon 3

“Thinking” ‘talking’ (righters input)

Jacob POV

walking down the halls of the dungeon aimlessly really. Jacob had apparently adopted a child along the way. lamenting his oh so tragic fate, as he had this small child rest her head upon his shoulder as he kept walking. he really did feel bad for her though.no child should have to go through what she did. So if it been playing Big Brother for a little bit and keeping her off her feet he was fine with that.

"Okay I'm obviously in some sort of fantasy world and I'm going to take a guess and say magic is a rare but still occurring characteristic. you know what it's fine magic is just science you haven't studied yet”.

Running several thought processes through his head. being chopped up into three main categories. limitations, exploitations, and usefulness.

These look categories he's going to place as things he's found under. Magic curling under limitations, unable to figure out if it's a common occurrence or not and what are its limitations.

Sniffling Sniffling

Looking back over Jacob could see the small child choking back sobs. pulling out his phone and seeing that I had 86% battery he made his decision.

“well it's not like it was going to be much use to me anyways”

pulling up his illegally downloaded music list because he refused to pay $50 for some bullshit app. He had a wide variety of Music ranging from anime openings to old songs. ‘The best way to deal with trauma is to ignore it. So how about music to cheer us up ay’.

As he selected this song he wanted to play and set it down he said it to play.

'Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born'

singing with the cheery upbeat music of Creepy Nuts - Bling-Bang-Bang-Born doing the shimmy dance he actually got the child to laugh. Seeing as this was working he walked over her and got her to join him in dancing. ( Highly recommended )

'Come on kid we got to make it out of where the hell this is. There's obviously no form of policing here and I don't really feel comfortable leaving a small child alone'.

Bending down on his knees showing her his back and resting his arms at his side she tilted her head before hopping on his back and saying.

‘ou'reyay ayay eallyray eirdway umanhay utbay ou'reyay ayay unfay umanhay, aybemay ou'reyay omfray ymay amiliarfay?’.

‘I have no idea what you just said but yes, now the child to glory and onwards Adventure awaits’.

Jacob cringed on the inside. while he was absolutely silly and this was more towards his true personality than stoicism. He was still putting on an extra layer of glamorousness to distract the child from what just happened.

Marching forward he saw a door labeled 198. Taking a moment to take this and what he saw earlier with the other plaque. He's figured out that he's in some sort of facility with different layers. He just needs to make his way towards the top and this fills them with hope.

“Okay umm… you know what fuck it I'm in a magical isekai. I have no fucking clue what any of this means and I'm tired of pretending like I do. So I'll just go along with this assuming I'm underground or some shit in a dungeon and make my way towards the top and then figure all this out once I have more information available. Cuz God damn it I need data points to figure this out".

Pushing through the door again he felt even better almost as if something long forgotten to him was finally being returned. quickly looking down to make sure his body hadn't lost any more of its already dwindling fat Supply.

he was relieved to see it hadn't. what he couldn't tell at the moment though was something around him became bigger or of sorts what was previously the size of his body had grown out by a solid half foot.

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Aafje pov

Aafje was currently riding on her familiar back. and she couldn't be more happy about it. At first she was afraid given it was a human.

but the more she thought about it the more it made sense to her she came from a strong Noble family so of course she'd have a strong familiar. A beast who would arrive and your most dire need. that what a familiar is.

And he was fun too. He made that black sing and he dance with her. it reminded her of before her mama and papa died and big sis to go to the dungeon all on her own.

“But now that I have my own familiar I can finally join big sis and help out”.

Clearing her throat and pointing she'll make her deck relation today.

‘Forward my mighty familiar. together we'll go save big sis and make up so much money she'll never have to go here again’.

What neither of them noticed was a strange yellow glow coming from the four bags held within Jacob's grass.

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Vect POV

‘Tell me Cyrus what's the current situation’.

‘Which situation my Lord’?

‘How the master strip of the great Canal is doing. Maybe we could go out for some tea with her sometime. what situation do you think I'm talking about idiots when as little as going to return with our Leverage’.

‘Well they appear to be making their way towards the upper floors’.

‘Perfect let's start heading down to meet them’.

‘What about the prisoners my Lord’.

‘Have them walk in front of us any monsters that want to get through us have to eat them first’.

Putting one leg over the other and resting his head on his arm as he took a sip of wine out of a golden-crusted goblet. He was currently thinking over his current situation and what he could do. while not the most competent you don't become first in line for nobility in the dark lands without being cunning.

Especially with so many younger siblings after your head. standing up in his luxurious tent in making his way towards the exit he looked over toward the prisoners who were being kept. Bound by metal chains keeping their arms tied to their waist.

Well not as clean as he would have liked it he obviously underestimated these people. Not that he would ever tell anyone and he needed his leverage if he was going to make it through this with a profit.

The losses he's incurred already to manpower would not help them in the long run. He could substitute them with mercenaries but they are most definitely of lesser quality.

Maybe getting these four into a slave contract would substitute that nicely adding four experience dungeon delvers in exchange for two noble guard.

"And that very small child would make a fine concubine, with the noble blood running through her veins. Me marrying her and enslaving her older sister would Grant any titles and territory into my family's name".

"And my back pocket, Yes I can see it now I can definitely use this to get a leg over my kin insecure my title as air to the heir of the gore child clan".

A decrepit smile came on his face will definitely very early on into the scheming phase of things having this good base and operations already.

This would lend greatly to his Political and Military power. while not giving him a peasantry that he would know of this would give him influence in the city and the surrounding country.

Walking up to the four prisoners he made his will known.

‘Get up before we're going to meet up with your sister’.

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Jacob POV

Rummaging through the bags he took earlier for anything edible he found dried meat. shrugging and biting into it he began to tear at it. The little girl on his back made a shock noise in the beginning spouting out something.

figuring he was hungry he just handed her one. He watched that she tried to bite into it but her teeth couldn't sink deep into it. Looking into the back in front of her she pulled out a knife and began cutting a piece off. sticking it into her mouth and began sucking on it.

With a shrug he figured she just must have had a weak jaw if the stereotypes are true else were herbivores meaning that they won't need that strong of a bite force.

Then again horses did exist and they could bite the flesh off of a human pretty good. so he was maybe talking out his ass.

‘Come on we need to put as much ground between us and those freaks as possible’.

Pushing forward he kept walking. He doesn't know how long he's been moving but he knows it's been a while. He certainly knows the kid on his back is tired she's been making the droopy eyes for a while now.

Coming to what would be an exit of a mineshaft simply read the plaque 197.

“Man, I'm making great progress. I'll probably just starve before I get to room 150”.

Walking up to the door it had a very similar look to that of exiting the Vault from Fallout 3. Taking in a deep breath in opening the door, what good at Jacob was a bright flash of light.

Upon adjusting his eyes he saw an island of paradise, several sand dunes with the few trees here and there with dozens of feet of water across.

In an infinite ocean surrounding that across from him maybe a football field or two across was an hut.

‘If that Isn't the exit he was fucked, well it could be worse’.

Before he could start his treck across the shallow Waters he saw Shadows surrounding the islands finally.

‘Oh cool it gets worse fucking sharks thanks you Murphy's Law Why don't you go all the way and fuck me over a table why don't you’.

That's when he saw a mammoth of a shadow swimming at great speeds towards the shallow Banks. assuming it was some type of megalodon or some shit.

Going to beach itself to try and eat him he began to jump back through the door. only for a massive tentacle to latch on to the Shadow and raise it high above the air.

The “shark” wasn't a shark at all it was more like a mosasaurs. It was a giant lizard reptile the size of a blue whale. and it was being lifted High into the sky completely wrapped around by a tentacle.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU MURPHY’. ‘Fuck this shit I'm out mhm Fuck this shit I'm out No thanks Don't mind me I'ma just grab my stuff and leave Excuse me please’.

Turning around, walking back through the door and Slamming it shut he sat the child down and started rummaging through the bags. pulling out a sleeping bag and a small tent he set it up.

The child for her part was spouting nonsense and honestly he didn't care to think of what she was saying at the moment.

'ywhay areyay eway urningtay aroundyay ? ouyay otallytay ouldcay avehay akentay atthay ingthay . ohyay iyay etgay ityay ouyay antway otay ebay atyay ouryay ayay amegay eforebay ouyay ightfay ethay ightymay akenkray'.

Having set up the camping grounds he laid the child in a sleeping bag next to him and laid on his own. closing his eyes and thinking of sweet thoughts he went to sleep.

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Raxs POV

“I can't believe I let this happen I let my future sister-in-law get kidnapped I made myself look like an idiot in front of my crush and now I'm being forced to tank a punch for this bastard”

True to what was said earlier the party had taken up the front of the position with racks on his part without his Shield, only his body to take the damage.

While on the lower levels this would be fine the more they went down the harder this would get.

Lionheart spoke up before Rex could Lament his fate more.

‘more marionettes coming up’

Looking up ahead he saw the marionettes in question. They were currently on floor 157 nicknamed the toy box. A room that looks like that of a circus with all sorts of man-sized children's toys.

The marionettes look like porcelain dolls that had strings controlling them. which they could use to attack opponents. Running at speeds that would outpace a horse and closing in fast they perform acrobatics before attacking.

Raxs simply flexes his muscles and repairs to get hit. One of the marionettes jumps high above his head before using its string like a noose wrapping it around his throat

Before Landing behind him and trying to throw him face first into the flooring. Instead of being launched High into the air and then thrown down he didn't move a muscle.

He grabbed the string around his throat and pulled hard the marionette was flung at him after as if weightless. Stretching out his arm he clotheslines it so hard it's face shatters.

As it begins cracking it turns into a pure mana of before dropping its item. I wind up a box that could drop a number of items the better luck you had the better the item.

Looking over to his compatriot, Lionheart for his part had already killed three. The fourth one is currently caught between his claws at the end of his legs it's three on the top and one on the bottom. each one about a half a foot in length.

Its hands were currently smashing against his ankle with his height squeeze the head went pop. Setting his foot back to the floor looking at the soon to spawn boss.

A giant Jack in the Box start to whine by itself getting faster and faster until out popped a giant skeletal figure a sunken in face half of it covered by rotten flesh. After it's shriek magical debuffs were set upon us along with its owning some more marionettes and smaller Jack in the Box monsters.

“This is going to be a long day”.

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Jacob POV

Jacob woke up staring at the ceiling. It was so surreal in that moment he wasn't thinking so much as he was just breathing and letting his mind rest. Running his fingers through the child's hair in smooth patterns to help calm himself.

He had been thinking about it for hours. The likelihood of the Kraken actually trying to eat him or the child was unlikely given how little nutrients they would give.

"Those megalodons? mosasauruses? whatever you want to call them probably would go for a bite though".

Bring his free hand down to his mouth and biting on his thumb moving his jaw left to right thinking of his next move.

The child currently laying on his chest let out a small yawn and a big stretch. looking down and seeing the child look at him he sat up with her falling onto his lap.

She hopped off his lap and headed outside. standing quickly to his feet making sure she wasn't heading to the door he found her heading down a hallway.

Seeing no problem with this he decided to follow her. He wasn't going to let her go out by herself with those freaks still somewhere around.

After letting her explore a little they came across a giant door made with marble with intricate designs. When she got close enough the door opened up on its own revealing a chest inside of a spacious room.

‘Nope this is a bathroom if I've ever seen it, Come on we're not going in there’.

Looking to a side noticing she was gone immediately, went forward before looking up and seeing the child already in the room.

BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH

A trumpet went off three times hearing a grading struggling noise. The door behind us was closing fast. the child had stopped in her tracks at the sight of a Angelic figure descending made its presence known.

‘Fuck this Dark Souls bullshit’.

Grabbing the child by the back of her shirt and pulling rather hard rushed forward towards the door going at a speed humans had yet to achieve in his world. By the time he got there it was almost closed. Barely 6 in before closing in total.

SLAM

Jacob had slammed his arm in the door before it could fully close. it hurt like a bitch he felt like his arm was breaking. looking behind me saw the Angelic figure unravel its wings as it touched the floor.

Thinking Fast shoving is another hand in the door dropping the child and wrenching it open as fast as he could, putting his two feet against the doors well and using his entire body. He managed to push it open just enough for the child to crawl through.

looking back up he saw the lady angel brandishing her sword and getting ready what looked like a dash. curling his legs up and launching himself through the door with his one good arm it shut behind him.

‘HAHAHA fuck you off brand Elden ring Melina’.

BAM BAM BAM

"The door is cracking the bitch is trying to break through".

'time to nut up or shut up'.

Looking to his left seeing the child on her butt with a big smile on her face looking at him as if expecting something. Grabbing the child and putting her under his arm and start booking it towards the

By the time the two got to the end of the hallway the door blasted open marble and dust scattered all over the place in a hunting Angelic voice the angel was singing as it was following them. “Does this bitch have echolocation no way that thing is sentience and singing just isn't something things do for no reason”.

His arm was burning, his lungs fell out of breath, he was pushing himself harder than he ever had before in his life. not during a schoolyard fight. Not when placed in a boy's home. had he ever pushed himself this hard before he felt like he was going to break.

He saw the exit but the singing was getting closer if he had a guess a good 50 ft between them. He began his Sprint to say he wasn't sprinting before would be a lie. What this was was an adrenaline endorphin-filled Last Hope.

Faster he went he didn't even notice that the wind was fluttering around him at such a pace it would be comparable to that of a car. He was just moving.

Closer and closer he got to the door until he was there but the saying was just behind him reading his legs for spring action he launched forward slamming his forearm against the door.

He launched through the door flying through the sky as the wooden door was broken off and landed in the sand dune with a child safely in his arm.

Hearing the angels singing not wanting to take the chance whether she could pass on to the next floor or not he just say it to run while he still had the endorphins and adrenaline. For he went when he reached the water he wasn't even thinking that the angel would have come through the door by now he was just thinking to get to the other exit. As he marched to the water slowing him down tremendously Shadows began circling around them. One of them stuck there had barely out the water similar to that of a crocodile taking a sniff. looking at the child in his arms and began swimming towards him. He was close to the next sandbank just a couple dozen more feet. The shadow was behind them hearing the tattle tail splashing of water he looked behind and saw the shadow just 10 ft behind. Throwing the child onto the sand bank and turning around as the monster left out of the water. He ducked going underneath the leap as he looked up and saw the monster stomach. He launched up, grabbing it. As he held it there he wasn't going to let it get back in the water. The months are thrashing trying to get out of his grasp but he was able to hold on to it.

slowly but steadily marching towards the sand Bank to where he could Beach the thing and then kill it. Marching up to the sand Bank in laying it down there on its stomach. it tried to use its paws to climb towards the water sitting down on its back. Jacob looked around for the closest weapon he could find. There was a kind of large Rock near a tree. Making a whistling noise to get the child's attention and gesturing towards the rock she picked up on it and brought it to him. Grabbing the rock with both hands and raising above his head he began to smash it down over and over and over again. until the things skull cracked completely open. What happened next caught Jacob off guard. It went poof shattering into tiny crystals that floated it back up into the air falling flat on his ass. He noticed something in front of him. Three of its teeth but not where its mouth was where its heart was.Jacob was done thinking for today he grabbed the three teeth shoved him in his pocket. and again walking toward.

‘You cost us a tint, two sleeping rolls and possibly gave me three heart attacks you are no longer allowed to wander’.

In one ear and out the other she couldn't even understand him.

‘You're lucky I'm a good person and you're adorable’. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

so that's chapter 3 a bit shorter than I wanted but I wanted to get it out sometime this week

again if you have any tips for writing or any ideas you think would be cool be sure to message me.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Redneck

"I mean, sure, slurping is frowned upon - but I can't well let the good stuff go to waste, right? Y'all got all them nice juices down at the bottom of the body, and it'd be a crying shame to leave them for the coyotes like the rest of the carcass. Waste not, want not, as my ma always said, back when we was coming up. You know, I never really got what she meant, until I came to be raising a boy of my own."

Princess Ekara guzzled from their victim between mangled sentences, letting the blood flow freely down her throat. They were amongst friends, secluded here between the trees. Just the three of them, and each of them cursed. She and Count Kajal went back a long way, all the way to the Old Country, and this was nothing that he hadn't seen before - and besides, he'd taken the best bits for himself.

"Well, not my own, grant you, but near close enough. I found him in these here woods, can y'all believe it? Feeding off them slow moving possoms and Lord knows what else, and I'm learning him how to live proper. Taken him under my wings, as they say. Are y'all sure y'all don't want no more?"

"I'm good, thank you," Count Kajal said. He'd brought their quarry down, and that had meant the first glut of fresh blood had filled him up in minutes. It came gushing out if you hit the artery right, and you didn't need to slurp at all.

"That means helping him with his eating, too, of course - he's only a few months undead, you see, and not yet made the switch from solids to liquids. His teeth are still coming in, if y'all can remember what that feels like. Bless his cold unbeating heart. But he's just the most precious thing, the way he tries to chew the gristle down."

Turning, as the elders had termed it, was by no means a one-off thing. A newly formed vampire had to be constantly suckled with some sort of blood - or formula, for those who preferred - to keep the grip of death from taking hold. Before their bodies adjusted, that meant red meat, and lots of it. A balanced diet, with all of the major blood groups.

Princess remembered how it had felt to turn for herself: starting to like her meat rare, and her meals often. She didn't remember much before - the mortal memories often became hazy, lost to the trauma of death. That was why new vampires needed raising: even after learning to feed themselves, they'd forgotten how to do everything else. They were basically kids, even at a century old.

"And he's teaching you the accent?" The boy sat to the right as they caught up, quietly chewing the fat. He would have been a teenager, in human years. Or a corpse. "The dialect?"

"We'll that's the long and short of it, sure," Princess replied. "To help me blend in, best I can, whilst I help him to blend his food. That's the deal we got in place. I teach him to be a vampire, he teaches me to be a regular Joe."

"A regular Joe called Princess," the Count noted, with no small amount of scepticism.

"Oh, that's no problem at all," she said. "We got an Earl or two in the town, a Duke, a Queenie, a Barron. Ain't nobody pays no mind to little old me. Even the surnames really ain't the problem, settling here - y'all get plenty of migrant labourers, Old Country families and the like. We fit in like gecko on a rock. No, the accent's the rub. I can't be talking in that high-falutin, fancy-pants European vernacular. They'll think me awful uppity, and it'll be sore thumbs and pitchforks time."

"So this is all about camouflage." He seemed somewhat relieved. "You haven't just gone entirely native."

"Well, I'm sure fixing to. The boy reckons I still sound like a bad impression, but Lord I'm trying. He says it's like I'm mocking them. Mortal folk can get real snooty like that. But I sure as Hell know they'd mock me if I was talking like we used to."

Princess paused, hearing his own scant lines on replay in her mind. Haven't, not have not. Starting a sentence with So. The old Count wouldn't have ever talked like that. But it had been a long journey here, and it had clearly rubbed off on him too.

"Oh look now, even y'all have softened it a touch, Mister 'I'm good, thank you'. This ain't the land of castles no more, and you ditch the crenellations from your speech to adjust, right? You always got to adapt to survive."

"It seems easier than the cities, at least. More space to hide. More places like this."

She nodded. "We're at home around country folk, y'all got that right. Vampires have always known that rhythm of reap and sow; the milking of the herd, the harvest of the crops. I figure the mob can't come with pitchforks if you're holding onto one yourself."

"American Gothic indeed."

"If you like," Princess said, pushing the finished corpse aside, its remnants now drying on her cheeks and throat. She'd have to show the boy how to get the stains out of their clothes. "I'm just trying to be an ordinary redneck."

[paranormaljones]

I would love to hear about any WIPs you're in the mood to talk about (always!), but bonus points if any of the answers address And I Would Stay a Little Longer 💙💙 9, 10, 14, 21

Bless you!! I can't wait to answer all of these, they're so much fun 🤩 I'm gonna answer them for both AIWS and DoW because they're the wips I'm currently most passionate about.

9: What's your favorite dialogue you've written so far?

This is SUCH a difficult choice for AIWS, because I honestly am so attached to all of it. XD But I'm really fond of this little exchange between George, Lockwood, and Lucy. It's important to me to have little light moments like this in a fic with such an inherently heavy premise. (sorry it's so long 😅)

"You don’t seem to have any malevolent intentions. Of course, if you did, your miasma would be the first thing you’d disguise.” “George.” Lucy snorted. “No, he’s right. You’ve caught me. Let’s see if you two can handle the full force of my ‘malevolent intentions.’” Before either of the boys could say anything, Lucy shut her eyes tight and flung her arms out in front of her, sending a gentle flutter of fallen leaves scattering into their faces. And just like that, the heaviness was broken, like moonlight spilling out from behind a blanket of clouds. Lucy laughed as the boys spluttered leaf bits from their mouths. Lockwood found himself smiling at the sound. “She’s too dangerous, Lockwood. What did I say about how we shouldn’t trust her?” George said as he shook leaves from his hair. “Quite right. I should have listened to you. We’ll be lucky if she lets us live.” Lockwood winked across the clearing at Lucy, warmed by the spark of mirth in her eyes.

As for Dog of War, I haven't written much of it at all yet, but I really like this little snippet between Destry and Maggie. It's short but it's a solid establishment of Destry's character. She doesn't hesitate to protect and provide, but she's absolutely hellish to the people who have wronged her. (plus the dog symbolism is very integral to her)

Destry was already halfway out the door. “I’ll be back before the sun’s high. He’ll be with me. Make sure Marcel has dinner ready. If they’ve been treating Lem half as kindly as they treated me, he’ll be starved.” Maggie nodded grimly. “Just bring him back, and give ‘em hell.” Destry smiled like a hungry hound. And then she was gone.

10: What is the last line of dialogue you've written?

To answer that for DoW is easy, because it's that little snippet up there. XD

For AIWS, it's this little bit that still makes my eyes a little misty when I think about it.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching, Lockwood whirled around to Lucy from down on the bank. He had an impossibly brilliant smile, and for a moment he felt as though he couldn’t speak around the odd lump in his throat and the thrumming in his chest. Lucy gazed back at him, a mirror of his emotions without knowing their cause. “Lockwood?” “There’s no deathglow.”

14: What have you been finding frustrating with writing this fic?

The answer is the same for both of them: focus. My focus has been all over the place and if I could change one thing about myself instantly, it'd be to improve my ability to focus and be consistent with things, especially writing. I hate taking long unannounced breaks in between chapters of my published fics, but I don't yet have the discipline to stay consistent with writing unless I'm in the midst of an intense fixation on my wip. It's very frustrating.

21: Share three songs that would belong on a playlist for this fic.

For AIWS: If We're Being Honest by Novo Amor (where the title of the fic comes from), flare by sød ven, and Embody Me by Novo Amor.

For DoW: Frozen Pines by Lord Huron, Way Out There by Lord Huron, and this one is incredibly specific but Canyon Chase from the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron soundtrack by Hans Zimmer.

[sunmoonjune]

i conked right back out after reading that first answered ask LMAO ive literally been sleeping 12+ hours a day bc i ended up taking sick leave from work and i also got my period so my body's really just been like hmm what other doozy can i give her but now i'm actually awake and my brain juices are kinda flowing so ive been doing some hard thonking about your comments. this is literally unedited word vomit none of my theories make sense but oh well HAHA

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE HAVEN'T EVEN HIT THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG YET???? brb getting my straw so i can drink up the ocean and reveal the iceberg

went back to dig around your past asks and you said a lot of the reason why the villagers hate her is bc of her father and the incident happens around 9-10yo that changes everything sO idk im gonna take some shots in the dark dont laugh at me ,,,,,, so men are usually the only ones meant to train to become a warrior and enter the trials,,,,,,, and ofc as bug's father is the chief of the village he's going to want a son to take over but then he gets two daughters ?? bc you did also hint gender plays a big part of her backstory so im thinking is this one of the underlying reasons in the first place why bug and soojin always had such a rocky relationship with their father even before the incident . . ...... .has bug's mother passed? i feel like she has passed. and i feel like something happened during her death that bug's father then twisted and pinned the blame onto bug. ????? maybe that's why the memories of villagers spitting out it's her fault is so engrained in her :((( and it would make sense why she had the need to make a sign for 'dead'. IDK THERES STILL SO MANY HOLES I CANT SEEM TO THINK OF A SOLID THEORY i need some more hints ;)))))))

HMMMM sometimes soojin wasn't there?? now i'm thinking was it bc yun and bug often found themselves receiving the brunt of bug's father's anger .: they were often punished together and chucked into like a cell or sth so it was just them two sometimes. but then what did YUN do that got him on everyone's bad side too bc him getting banished was fo sho just a convenient opportunity that presented itself for bug's father to get rid of yun. HMHM speaking of ,, he was banished for conspiracy and injuring an officer. yun's not the type of person to just do that for no reason (+ im willing to bet your $11 and my 60c that the situation was twisted to make him look like the bad guy) and im thinking did bug's father say or do something that finally made him snap therefore leading to his accusation HMM

WAIT ALSO ARE THE SCARS UNDER HER MASK IN THE SHAPE OF SOMETHING OR SPELL OUT WORDS ???? bc it's been hinted again and again that there's an awful injury underneath and you have it as the cover of the to-be-published version but you cant reveal it bc it's too big of a spoiler so that leads me to think her face has been deliberately disfigured to look like sth 👀👀

waiting for the published version of ltm to drop so we can get signed copies but also asfksdjg we're gonna need a commissioned version of ltm with the atz boys to purchase instead bc can you imagine the line 'you may have cost wooyoung his yunho' as 'you may have cost kieran his brandon' HAHAHAHAHAAHA I LITRALLY CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT sonia and her random names always have me cackling HAHA

OMG ALSO ARE WE GONNA GET YEO TEACHING BUG TO DANCE IN THE FUTURE OMGGMGGGG THATS THE LITERAL CUTEST i can already see all the boys tripping over each other and manhandling each other out of the way (with love) so that they can reach bug first and extend their hand out to ask for her first dance dsgjkagfdg noooooooooo 😭💕

also none of my friends irl stan ateez so i have no one to tell and i dont use tumblr enough to have moots apart from you (i woke up at 5am that day and saw your notif and couldnt fall back asleep bc i was literally rolling around in bed giggling) so im gonna tell you but im a relatively new atiny and this is going to be my first comeback with the boys and im literally frothing at the mouth with excitement bc the concept teasers ??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

hehehe I SO enjoyed your theories OMG!! Keep sending them my way I eat up all your thoughts on LTM <33

we have not indeed reached the tip of the iceberg ;) but we're close

and haha I would never laugh at you xD this was a very interesting theory about her past and I can't tell you if you're right quite yet,, but I can say: yes, chiefs want a son to take over the title of leader. and bug's father ended up with two daughters... there will be MUCH more on this in the future >:D

onto the topic of bug's mother... this is a VERY important part of the next chapter ;) I'm so glad you've brought it up,,, again I can't tell you much about her until the release of the next chapter but bug's mother does play a VERY BIG role in why certain people despise her so much

I genuinely cannot wait to see your reaction to the lore bits in the next chapter xD it won't reveal everything quite yet but it does reveal some of bug's past so I'm VERY excited,, I hope you'll come back to update your theories after you read it hehe >:D bug's past is long and kind of confusing until I string it all together at the end, but I'm hoping some of you will be able to puzzle it out hehe ;))

as for yun and Soojin,,, part of why Soojin was not with them as much will be referenced in the next chapter I think,, but it may not yet be revealed,, but you are correct in that yun and bug were often on the receiving end of her father and the village's anger :( I can't tell you why they directed it at bug but most of the hate towards yunho simply emerged because he was always trying to stop them from hurting her (this is heavily implied throughout the series so I don't think it's spoiling anything...)

and yunho's banishment.... that will be brought up again as well... perhaps not quite yet ;)

bug's scars.... yes, these are VERY important to bug's past and her entire story! that's why they're the cover of my hardcopy ;) once we reach that part of the story I'll show you the cover so you can get an understanding of what they look like. beneath her mask is extremely relevant to her past and why the village hates her so much... I can tell you that the shape of the scars are less important than what they did to her face...

hehe when the published version finally goes out there's going to be new content in it ;) extra scenes and what not that weren't included here :DD and perhaps I will send signed copies out if you guys want them enough xD

AHHAHA NO I've settled on their names for the published version and I promise there will be no Kieran or Brandon's LMAO,, names in books are SUPER important to me cause they give me a BIG ick in novels xD I cannot read a book about a guy named 'jack' or 'daniel' or something HAHA

and the dancing <33 there will be some fluff in the future about the dancing scene I promise ;)

also omg!! none of my irl besties like kpop either :( I would be happy to be on the receiving end of your rants about the comeback hehe xD I've been an atiny since pirate king and each cb has been AMAZING and I'm very excited too!! me and 🪷 anon have been yelling at each other in messages every time concept photos get leaked xD

I hope this answered some of your theories (even tho I couldn't really say much xD ) thank you for them hehe >:D I LOVE hearing your theories about bug's past because I CANNOT WAIT to reveal it xD

also! do you have a name you want to be called? I've been calling you 'eight' in my head since I saw your first messages but I haven't asked yet xD