#I keep seeing him growing like a toxic mushroom

[aromanticannibal]

I'm so glad alastor has been mostly purged from the aro tag

[dazzelmethat]

*reaches out my hand and grabs you* I have the power to subject non vocaloid people to pinop..

TW: for flashing lights

Mushroom mother analysis in my tags. ..

[freezingwhitefire]

Kokiri Worldbuilding

General Kokiri headcanons

(Sorry if this doesn't make much sense, I tried to explain my thoughts. ^^;)

Originally the Kokiri were spirits of trees that gained awareness and wanted to be similar to the people outside the woods. They gained that form, specifically appearing as children in the hopes of convincing others to visit the woods. Over time other children got lost in the woods or were abandoned there and became part of the forest as well. As more and more people entered and became part of the woods the tree spirits returned to being trees, though ones that left a deep magical effect on any who entered the woods.

This caused the magic of the woods to make one great tree sentient to act as a Guardian Spirit and watch over them all. The Guardian Spirit was blessed by the Goddess of Life (Farore) who also gave him fairies to help guide those who did belong there to him but those who did not out of the forest. These fairies remained partnered with any children for their life as a Kokiri.

An indicator that the child was a real child not a tree spirit is that a fairy would go to the child and become their companion. The fairies would over time tie the child to the forest to truly make them a part of the forest in the same way the original spirits were. Some children did not want a fairy after discovering that it would make them unable to leave the woods in time but most accepted them and became Kokiri just like the tree spirits.

Children that got fairies and left the forest shortly after were not tied to the forest and would age like normal children for their race, but within the forest they can always hear the trees and the forest never traps or fools them. Their fairies usually stay with them though they hide in wooded areas or visit the Great Fairies.

The Kokiri view the Guardian Spirit as their father and after discovering a Great Fairy inside the forest they see her as their mother. They made their homes in old trees that hollowed out and figured out how to make simple tools and weapons out of wood and stone, the occasional visit of the other races early in the Kokiri's existence led to them seeing such things as necessary.

They also make their own clothes, fairy magic twined into the fibers of the cloth to make them harder to see but also to give them the distinctive green color. As the magic fades the clothes become darker but are still soft and blend surprisingly well with a forest or other area filled with plants.

They don't really use money, but some Kokiri made a game out of hiding rupees for others to collect and usually those without fairies are made the collectors. They all share good food, especially berries and mushrooms so everyone knows what is safe to eat, though because of the forest's magic the Kokiri bound to the Woods are immune to many plants' toxicity and many plant poisons only leave them somewhat ill. For meat it is more rare since they 'hunt' with slingshots and the occasional bow if one of those with a fairy but not bound to the forest visits.

Kokiri automatically want to heal the land where they are. If the area is cursed their magic wants to fix the curse, and if there is a poison it is a similar thing though this often leads to the Kokiri becoming sick instead of the land. It is believed by some that their fairy companions slowly change their magic to match theirs and that is what drives them to want to heal the world but the truth of that claim is unknown.

They have an innate understanding of plants and can usually tell which ones will heal or hurt others mostly tied to their magic. Primarily grown Kokiri learn to grow plants better with their magic and to help heal the land when some evil force attacks it. That is why the Guardian Spirit is so important, he keeps them from overdoing things and when evil does take over he guides the children deeper into the woods where they can find shelter away from it. He claims that he will always protect the Children of Farore.

Unbound Kokiri have less natural protection against plants though most plant based poisons are relatively ineffective against them. A few plants have other effects than they would on Hylians or other races, an indicator of their unique relationship with the forest. Further they grow slower than their non-Kokiri counterparts but grow to be physically adults and are able to both see and communicate with the other forest children such as Koroks (who appear later) and Deku Scrubs (who hide deeper in the woods).

[listenheresweaty]

REVIVEBUR X READER (and Tommy, Platonically) PART TWO

This is still terrible and long. I have very little motivation

part 3 out soon

Rating: PG-13

It was raining the day that Tommy decided to invite Wilbur to dinner. He had tolerated Wilbur's presence at your house before, but that had been mostly outside, while the two of you had been growing your mushroom garden.

Wilbur had been only slightly annoying that day: no real taunts, only vague attempts to get Tommy to leave you. And a storm was brewing, so Tommy and you decided that Wilbur might as well stay there for dinner.

Wilbur was ecstatic. Finally some progress. Delusional, he was convinced that he'd be able to get Tommy to come with him-- his brother, family by blood.

So he got worse. A mixture of desperation, exhilaration of being supposedly so close to his goal and the strange, unwelcome and warm feeling that swelled in his chest when he saw a third bowl of mushroom stew placed on the table-- the dizzying, borderline terrifying feeling of belonging in such a peaceful, domestic scene that set off alarm bells in his head, telling him that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.

As Wilbur got more... well, toxic, Tommy's face soured more and more, clearly regretting his decision.

You tried to get Wilbur to shut up and just enjoy the meal, but the interference on your part only incensed him further. He snapped at you, which led to Tommy snapping at him.

Which of course, ended with an argument between the brothers, Wilbur questioning Tommy's loyalty.

"Tommy, I'll ask you this one last time. Do you see me as your brother? Do you? 'Cause you're not acting like it!" Wilbur asked.

Tommy's face twisted, but said nothing.

"Do you?" Wilbur repeated, glaring at him sternly.

But Tommy said nothing, only clenched his jaw, looking close to tears.

Slowly, the creases in Wilbur's faces smoothed, as if something was dawning on him. He stared at his younger brother with a slack expression.

Then, Wilbur grabbed his jacket and turned to leave, and Tommy fled in the opposite direction, locking himself inside his room.

You tried to intercept Wilbur and get him to stay, but he shook you off, gaze trained on the door as he avoided looking you in the face. He stormed out.

You retreated and wandered to Tommy's room and knocked quietly. No response. You heard him sniffle somewhere inside.

To be clear: Tommy still loves Wilbur. It's a mix of childish pride, doubt, and hurt that keeps him from saying it out loud. Tommy may be Wilbur's brother, but is Wilbur his?

After a few minutes, a click echoes through the hallway as Tommy opens his door. You hold out your arms and Tommy collapses against you, trembling but not crying. Somehow, he's too tired to cry.

---

Wilbur doesn't return for two weeks.

You finally manage to get Tommy to leave the house and get his mind off things. Tommy organizes a camping trip with Tubbo and Ranboo, and goes to spend the weekend in the woods (you secretly message Philza and ask him to watch over them).

This leaves only you in the house. Although you had grown accustomed to solitude during your life, Tommy's absence leaves the house feeling almost foreign, too silent.

All the lights are off, except the ones in the kitchen, where you're hunched over the counter, scrutinizing your architectural plans for an expansion towards the cliffside. You were making some edits on the placement of the staircase when you heard a resounding thump from somewhere behind you.

you glance around the darkness surrounding the dimly-lit kitchen. As your eyes adjust, you spot the dark blue square of the window amongst the blackness, the sparse light of the moon making the outside world vaguely visible as you approached to peer out.

A clang, this time farther away. You caught sight of the shed door opening, and a tall, lanky figure stumbling inside.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Slipping on your jacket and shoes, you marched outside, swinging the shed door open with a frown on your face.

You were met with a very drunk, very distraught Wilbur Soot having an emotional breakdown on the floor of your gardening shed, right next to your fertilizer.

You stared. "What...?" You didn't finish your sentence. You honestly didn't know how, there were so many things to be asked.

What are you doing here? What's wrong? What are you drinking, can I have some? What in the world inspired you to come here, of all places?

The man squinted up at you (although you doubted he could really comprehend what he was seeing) reproachfully.

"This shed is full of fucking rusted nails." He manages through shaky and slurred speech. "Don't you pay attention to what state your home is in? You should care more, you know, now that you're responsible for T--" He cuts himself off.

"Shed renovations are on my to-do list, don't worry." You mumble. "...He cares about you, you know?"

He knew who you were talking about.

You continue. "He misses you, truly. He's just a little fragile--"

"You think I don't know that???? You think I haven't seen what has happened to him, what I've--- what has been done to him? Do you think I'm blind?" Wilbur lashes out almost convulsively. He clenches his jaw, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. You frown and kneel down in front of him, grabbing his hands to make stop before he starts bleeding. He trembles but doesn't pull away, eyes fixed on the ground between you. After a moment, you let go, moving to sit back.

Wilbur takes a swig of the bottle tucked in his trenchcoat--you hadn't even noticed it.

"if you keep this up, you'll end up six feet under again." You warned him gently.

"well, maybe I should, huh?" he rasped, spitting out this statement before he had much time to think. His eye twitched and he lapsed into silence once again. He continued to glare at you, as if challenging you to say something. When you didn't say anything, he spoke again, as if the words were being drawn out of him against his will

"Maybe I should---- maybe---" he wouldn't finish his sentence, his breath was getting shallower, hands shaking. He laughed, a bitter, wet sound that devolved back into sobbing

You look at this pathetic, skrunkly disaster of a man.

And you scooch beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Wilbur slumps weakly against your shoulder, too drunk to remember that he's supposed to hate you. Maybe he's even forgotten who he's talking to. All he knows is that there is something there, something warm, something that isn't a train station bench or the clouded, wary gazes of people who used to be his allies.

You hold him a bit tighter, smoothing his hair with one hand. He's limp in your hold, trembling. He's so quiet you wouldn't even know he was crying if it wasn't for your jacket getting wetter as he pressed his face into your shoulder and sobbed. When he seemed to have calmed down the slightest bit, you asked him how far away his house was. It took him a while to register the question.

He shook is head, face still buried against your shoulder. He slurs, saying that he doesn't have a house.

"The Burger Van, then?"

"Th..that's at th' LLas Nevadas bord'r.."

"Do you want to stay here for the night? Or maybe find a room to rent in the nearby village?"

It took him even longer to respond to this question, and you had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

"Wilbur?"

"...village." he murmurs.

You nod and pry yourself away from him, helping him stand. It's a short walk to the village, and the innkeeper asks no questions. You lead him to a small room-- one bed, one window and a vase with some dried-up plant-- and plop him onto the bed. He drops like a sack of flour, passed out cold on top of the sheets. You slip a blanket over him and place a bucket and towel next to the bedside (the hangover would probably get him sick).

You bid your goodbyes to the apathetic innkeeper and head back home.

Tommy arrives from his camping trip a day and a half later, abuzz with excitement and energy. He thrums like a live wire, yammering nonstop about how they found a beehive in the forest and created a cult with Tubbo as their leader, committed some light arson, ate some acrons (with the shell, obviously).

"I nearly drowned. I fell in the river and Tubbo's arms were too short to reach me, and obviously Ranboo's too much of a pussy to go into the water. Thank god for big man Philza Minecraft, he appeared out of literally nowhere and pulled me out. 10/10 would recommend Mr. Minecraft as a lifeguard. Best man for a near death experience."

"Hmm." You aren't able to get many words in, and settle for just listening to the boy rant as the two of you meander down a path to visit Snowchester.

"I've been waiting for Tubbo to ask me to become Michael's godfather." Tommy says. "How sick would that be? I'd make a great mob boss. Of course, people wouldn't come to me on the day of daughter's wedding because it would be my wedding, to my many wives--"

"Uh--"

"Oh, look Ranboo's over there! What a bitch. He gets even uglier up close, believe it or not."

"I--"

Tommy ran off to harass his friend. You sighed and leaned against a tree. You watched over them for a while, occasionally pausing to chat with the travelers that would pass by on the road: Puffy and Niki, Foolish, Purpled.

Eventually, you heard the footsteps approach and then falter. You glanced over and made eye-contact with Wilbur. He looked pale and sickly, squinting in the sunlight, clearly not able to handle the light in his hungover state.

He stares in silence, a distant frown on his face. You expect him to say something snarky, but instead he turns his gaze back to the road, and wordlessly continues on his way.

iill make part 3 soon i swear

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Just thought about Lilia's inability to cook combined with Kaiju AU (although potential emetophobia warning jic

Does he pick out gross-but-edible foods? Does he mash up a bunch of different stuff into a paste because some pesky little hatchlings will sometimes pick out the tastiest parts of food and refuse the rest unless it's all together? Does he try feed them similarly to how birds feed their kin? (like... Parent birds with baby birds, ya'know? Except indirectly because he massive)

I'm curious about your take on it lol

WARNING: Emetophobia (fear of vomiting) mentioned, but not discussed in detail!

Hoo boy, I think it’s hilarious how no matter which AU Lilia is in, he is just that bad at cooking. Even Malleus mentioned this when he was in the Culinary Chef event! 😂

Anyway, something I’d like to point out is that when Kaiju are born/hatched, they already have their starter baby teeth that help them eat and can start hunting live prey (like baby crocodiles and alligators!) that their parents/guardians bring them or even small (to them) bugs to chase and pounce on! So, they don’t really require milk or…well, being fed the way birds and penguins feed their babies. After all, these guys are meant to be the ultimate survivalist species! (Next to humans or water bears/tardigrades anyway…possibly even more so)

But yeah, so he’s going to be one of those ones who—much like Nevermore/Crowley and Crewelfang/Crewel—he does bring home food to feed his adopted children…only for Malleus to sneak in and bring the younger ones more fulfilling (and non-potentially-lethal) food after distracting him, destroying the evidence with the pools of lava nearby. Malleus may be young still, but he managed to help raise Silver and Sebek to teen/adult Kaiju-hood!

You are right in that when it comes to the younger of the Kaiju pups, he will mash up fruits with roots. After all, a growing Kaiju needs good, healthy foods that will make them stronger!...unfortunately, he doesn’t quite grasp the fact that most Kaiju can’t stomach some of the things he considers “good”.

“If it doesn’t kill me, then it’s safe for young hatchlings, right?”

Lilia…no. Stop. Silver passed out from your cooking in the game, don’t make it worse in this AU!

Anyway, so yeah, Lilia may try to feed Yuu and Grim when it’s Diasomnia’s turn to “cub-sit” (aka when none of the Alpha Titans/the staff—still thinking of a proper name for these guys as a pack are able to do it). Using a rock to mash up the food, it looks like a mix of toxic sludge—making it impossible to tell what it used to be made of even by smell! If it hadn’t been for the fact that Yuu and Grim watched him make it, they might’ve assumed the worst. >A<;

Luckily for these two, Sebek and Silver run interference while Malleus distracts Lilia, one grabbing the leaf “plate” of food while the other sneaks them a snack in the form of a fruit or a bit of meat (or both). After such an ordeal, Yuu and Grim will automatically cling to the closest Kaiju whenever Lilia tries to bring them something to eat. And when the Kaiju started learning the magical art of cooking with fire and smoke…?

Let’s just say that it looked perfect...at first. But he kept adding more and more ingredients to the meat, cooking it longer and longer and somehow managing to carve out a giant stone bowl to make a stew after seeing Yuu make something similar. The final result was something that looked like a purple and green swamp. Yuu could swear (which MIRA later verified) that some of those herbs and mushrooms he added to the dish were poisonous.

Outside of cooking, though, he can make the most comfortable nest using webbing and plant materials to create the softest nest imaginable! And while young ones sleep, he’s hanging upside down, watching and frightening off bold scavengers who think Yuu and Grim are easy prey. He does his best for sure, and I love him—just…keep him out of the Kaiju version of the kitchen 🤣

[howlingday]

Ok so Lore dump time. So I said I will be doing the guardians Magiolems but I realized that I never talk about the current Keeper. But I'm sticking to my word. Now all Magiolems have the ability to teleport to each other and speak telepathically so i won't be repeating that. They can also repair them selves if damaged if material they are made out if around or use spare magic to heal. I might have to spilt this into two parts. So without a futher ado the Guardians

Name Gravitos(Grav-I-Tos) He/Him/It

Appearance: Is a large house like mech. Mainly colored a dark wooden brown with a coffee colored bricks and dark Grey joints.

Aura:Unlocked Semblance:Targeting he can keep track to up 15 different people no matter where they are in Remenat.

Magic:Gravity(He push or pull things towards himself. Make things lighter or heavier. Compress objects by making a gravity bubble. Make a barrier around himself to reflect attacks.) Size change(Can make himself the size of 8 story building or as small as a paladin.) Magic sensing.

Other notes: Gravitos is by far the strongest and largest of the Guardians. He's also the oldest living Guardian being 1000 of years old. He's does have a soul and Aura. He's not active the current story because his size makes him quite noticeable. He's usually about the size of the Atlas mech used to kill the Levatin in Argus. He's a calm mostly silent being not capable of speaking outside his body or the connection with other Guardians. He is straight to the point not caring how mean it makes him seem. He will often use violence as a eay to quickly complete hus missons as few things by themselves are threats to him. Also highly intelligent and experienced. He acts as a sort of data storage and digital assistant when his body is not active. His main purpose was to hold people and torture them for info.

Main Inspiration is from a graphic novel called Amulet with a vehicle that looked like a house. Photo below.

Name: Souless Stalker They/Them/It

Appearance: A lanky android with light metal and it's entire body. A flattish face expect two bulging glowing eyes and a jaw with razor sharp teeth. Claws on hands and feet. Tends to hunch over when not in combat or mimicking someone.

Aura:No not possible

Magic: Flesh Growth(With a small amount of DNA he can grow large amounts of that DNA.) Size Change. Fire. Voice Mimic(Can mimic any voice its heard before) Magic sensing(The ability to sense Magic and magic users location and how much Magic they have.) Shape-shifting(Able to change the shape of his body to fix the situation) Invisibly(Make it unable to be seen)

Other Notes: Souless is the most outright Dangerous of the Guardians. Remember Shiver? Well this guy is literally made out of it. Now unlike Anti-Aura metal silver eyes can't negate the effects or destory Shiver. Soulless is mentally unstable and often attacks others than are Magiolems or the Keeper. It is brutal and mercilessly in fights. Very good with robotics and copying people. It can mimic any fighting style it sees but not semblances. It even creeps out the other Magiolems and stays off for ustablely. It can grow flesh on its self to copy the looks of other people. Hates all Arcs and will enter a violent rage to murder them no matter what.(Yes even Adrian) Lastly crippling fear of Ozma(All hosts) and Salem runs away if it sees them and if it can't it curls up into a ball and makes crying noises.

Main Inspiration: The Mimic from Fnaf

Name: Fern *Name may change on a later date*

Appearance: He is a human skeleton covered in moss and vines to move around. His body when under disguise is a slightly tanned Japanese man with dark green hair. He where a large rimmed hat and a long white coat with deep pockets. White button up shirt with blue pants and Thick brown boots.

Aura:Yes Semblance:No

Magic:Plant control(He can grow,control and even connect to plants) Mushroom control(He can grow and control plants) Plant Monsters(He can make plant monsters such as a toxic gas shooting hryda or a wolf deer hybrid. Note all made out of plant and mushroom matter) Strength boosting(He is able to boost his strength even futher than others are able normally.) Growth(He adds to his own mass to increase the power of blows and make himself faster) Bullet seed(Able to shoot seeds out of his hands like bullets and also be turned into machine gun fire rate and even cannon shots with cocnuts.

Other notes: this is the a currently active Guardian that guards a collection of Grimm and Plants stored in Small magic pocket dimension spheres. Some even thought to be extinct like the Nightmare Grimm. His base is a old town over run with plants surround by a thick lay of trees and highly toxic plants. He is a smug amd proud fighter. He's speaks with an American Gangster Accent. He gets angry when his plants are destroyed. He helps those when ot can benefit him and his boss or hurt the Arcs. He likes to talk a lot by is often alone for longs periods of time due to his Job. Likes to watch crimes shows.

Main Inspiration: The man on the internet song on Floral Fury

Thats all for now. There is 3 Guardians left. Wow this was strangely tiring. Is that normal? Anyway stuff is open to change on later dates.

Thoughts? Criticism? Ideas?

OH! I remember Amulet! It's been a while since I read it, so I might have to reread it. Honestly, Gravitos kinda reminds me of the wardens from Darksiders.

Just this huge, massive thing that acts as an obstacle/gate.

The Soulless Stalker sounds absolutely terrifying. Especially that "hates all Arcs even Adrian" bit. That's a set up for a horror scene if I've heard one. Kinda got sort of a Warhammer Flayed One vibe from it.

This walking nightmare of flesh and metal makes me SHIVER every time! Ah? Ah? Ah, screw it...

Honestly, Fern sounds like a decent fella. Can't really think of a character to compare him to, except maybe Poison Ivy or Swamp Thing.

Covered in green and dedicated to protecting the Green.

[krenenbaker]

Sorry for the radio silence, life got sUPER busy real fast and I accidentally got myself a massive project with a deadline of like. tomorrow lol

Random idea though, what about Jade w/ a gardener SO-? I don’t know much about Jade from an x reader perspective bc he scares me just a bit lol

I’d imagine it’d be really funny. Jade is fascinated by plants and nature, particularly mushrooms and deadly flora. If you showed him some flowers you grew he’d be charmed, but not quite fully realise that you can grow anything. At least, at first.

Then one day he brings home a poisonous flower from a hike (Azul sent him to dispose of it immediately as you can’t have that in front of the guests) and he was bemoaning the loss of the plant to you and then you just go “oh, I could plant it and keep it alive for you if you’d like.”

And dude just goes “YOU CAN??”

And so you end up starting a lil garden (just outside of ramshackle maybe?) where Jade can just bring over various plants and mushrooms he found and you can plant them and teach him about gardening-

Imagine Floyd and Azul coming over for a visit, seeing the garden and going “OOO FOOD” and “ABSOLUTELY NOT I’M GOING HOME” immediately.

You never get picked on bc a tweel is your partner and also you are growing literal poison in your front lawn-

Crowley can’t stop you because Jade’s forcing Azul to strongarm him (or Jade’s doing it himself)

Better yet, what if you grew strange magic plants that do things like make your skin/eyes/hair change to random vibrant colours or potion ingredients and started selling them to other students/in the mostro lounge? Jade would be so proud, even if he prefers the ones that have more dangerous effects-

Or at least, that’s what I think 😅 I don’t know him too well though. What do you think? :D

I'm glad to hear from you!! (and so sorry this took so long to get to!!)

I LOVE this idea. so so so so much!!

Jade has a good deal of technical knowledge about plants, and I think that if he had a partner who had a similar or greater knowledge / interest in plants, that would be FANTASTIC!

and the idea of having a garden at Ramshackle that's just teeming with these plants that have high toxicity, or can be used for various other things (neutral, positive, or negative)... that's a grand idea. Jade wouldn't need to worry about his terrariums suffering from the toxic plants, and - chances are - such plants would have other uses: be natural insect-repellents, be useful for potions or poisons class, be decorative, or any other number of possible uses.

AND!! they'd be taken care of!! they'd be able to grow, thrive, and be admired, used, and studied!!

[letstalktea]

Mycorrhiza (Part 1)

Content: No ship (in part 1), copious amounts of alcohol consumption, accidental human sacrifice

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: I failed to finish this one before the posting date. Good thing it’s actually a combination of day 3 and day 17. So just hang tight for part 2 on the 17th (which is where all the sex will actually be). And while you’re here, check out @undead-merman @necros-writing-stuff @inkyquince @angrelysimpping. Not sure why you’d be here if you haven’t read their work already. 

The bonfire raged, cackling and crackling and snapping into the night air while you chugged another cheap beer that went down like water. The wind of the campsite brushed cool against your hot skin, tempering your nerves enough that you kept some sense of rationality. Not a lot, but enough to keep yourself from passing out next to an open fire and falling off the log where you currently sat.

You finished the last of your beer and tossed the bottle aside, wiping away any stray droplets that fell out of the corner of your mouth.

"Pass me another one," your words slurred as you spoke.

Your friend, who was just as drunk as you were at this point, reached into the cooler beside him and pulled out an unopened bottle to toss to you. Unfortunately, they were drunk enough to completely whiff it and toss the beer straight past you, into the bushes just past the clearing where you sat.

"Fuck, man. What was that?" 

"Iunno." They burped and tossed back the beer in their hand. "Ya want it or not?"

Beer was beer, so of course you wanted it. You paid good money for it. It was yours.

You groaned at your aching muscles as you leaned all of your weight against your knees and rose to your full height, stretching your back and feeling something along your spine you hadn't known was misaligned pop back into place. Sitting so low to the ground had a way of making you feel twenty years older than you were, especially when you got up. It didn't help that you couldn't feel your legs or ass properly after sitting on the log for so long.

After you waded through the pain of blood rushing back into your legs and the pins and needles that came with it, you finally bothered to walk toward the surrounding bushes. 

In your inebriated state, you didn’t consider the risk of wild animals or toxic plants. All you cared about was the beer that had gotten away from you and it was out of the firelight and past the ominous bushes so high they could easily hide a serial killer. Maybe you would tell your friend a story to freak them out about the foliage after you raised your blood alcohol content a little higher. 

You brushed aside the bushes, wincing when one of the branches scratched you, but not deterred from your mission.

Nature was beautiful. Even drunk out of your skull, you could appreciate it for what it was. Flowers and sparkling insects and the glittering sky and all the animals that wouldn’t fuck you up. It was all so beautiful, which is why it was the most fun to drink out away from the city. That’s why you were going to enjoy all your beer while you could; because you deserved to enjoy pretty sights while you were having a good time.

But what you found past the bushes made you pause. It was still nature – still part of the campsite – but it looked out of place. It was a clearing right next to your own, perfect for another tent or even one of those massive campers. Yet no one had claimed it. You knew for a fact that the campsite was full (because you had a rough time finding your own spot) so the fact that there was a massive plot of unclaimed land was weird.

When you looked out at it though, you could almost understand why. It was really pretty in an ethereal sort of way. Grass as far as the eye could see and not a working fire pit in sight. The grass looked lush and fresh, but it was the only thing growing throughout the entire clearing. Well, the only thing aside from some weird looking mushrooms that bloomed in freaky colors; reds, blues, greens, purples, oranges, browns; a rainbow of fungus.

But it wasn’t just the colors that were freaky. It was the way they grew in a perfect circle that captivated you.

"Holy shit,” you muttered to yourself. 

You had to show this to your friend.

“Dude!" you shouted over the wind blowing through the trees. "You gotta come see this!"

In the nearby distance, you could hear the same bushes you'd wandered through rustling as your friend pushed their way through. 

"What is it?" they asked as they swatted at the bushes and stepped through the branches and leaves with minor scratches on their exposed skin, the skin that they wouldn’t even notice unless they looked directly at them and even then would wonder where they had come from.

You pointed to the strange circle of mushrooms that seemed to grow separately from everything around it. “Take a look at that.”

They squinted their eyes to see what you were pointing at in the darkness. When they finally made it out, they started laughing. “That’s a- a- a- fairy thing. A- ring! That’s a fairy ring!”

"A what?"

"It's a fancy name for circles of mushrooms. People used to think they were cursed or something. If you messed with them or stepped into one, the fairies would get pissed and make your life hell."

"Seriously?" You chuffed.

"Seriously." Your friend laughed purely from drunkenness rather than actual amusement. "It's not like they had science back then. Everything was magical bullshit."

"Huh…" A devious thought entered your head. "Wanna see how right they were?"

"What?" They kept laughing, but this time in disbelief. "You planning to phone a fairy and ask what kind of nasty curses they got up their sleeve?"

"Sorta like that."

You grabbed them by the arm and pulled them forward, giggling like an idiot as they stumbled forward. They fell off center and went tumbling toward the ground just as you managed to toss them into the circle.

As soon as they crashed onto their hands and knees, you started to speak in a voice that was as deep and booming as you could manage, attempting to copy the shitty B-movies you'd seen over the years. "Oh, great fairies! I make this offering to you in exchange for hella ass and dicks so fat they'll throw out my back and break my jaw. And I would appreciate if you threw in cuddles after."

You both waited in silence.

When nothing happened, your friend rose to their feet and dusted themselves off. "You're such an ass."

"Awww," you condescended. "Were you afraid the big bad fairies would get you?"

"Nah," they squatted down in that perfect way that warned you they were planning to take off I to a sprint, "but you should be afraid of when I get ahold of you."

They launched upward toward you before you could react, but instead of getting closer and potentially grabbing you in a headlock they way you knew they usually would, they seemed to take a single step forward and then stop.

They looked down at their foot, then their expression twisted into confusion. You followed their gaze and saw why. The force of their step had somehow been enough to sink their shoe partway into the grassy circle. It was similar to how wet sand would grab onto your foot at the beach.

"Oh, shit. You okay?" you asked, sobering up very quickly after seeing their predicament.

"Yeah. I just… didn't expect that. Guess this spot must get a lot of water or something and make it all soft."

They tried to yank their leg upward to no avail. If anything, their shoe seemed to sink deeper into the grass.

"Dude, take it off," you told them.

"No way. These are the only pair I brought. I'm not staying out here barefoot."

"We can pack up early and go home. It's not good to be out here anyway if the ground's this loose."

They clicked their tongue. "Fine, but you're buying 'em since you pushed me in here." They slipped their foot out of the shoe, grumbling as they did so.

You rolled your eyes and turned your back on them to head back through the bushes to where you'd left your belongings. "Don't be a baby. Shit happens."

"Yeah, shit like you being an a- WHAT THE FUCK!"

You whipped your head around, jaw going agape the moment you saw what had caught them off guard.

Their shoe still sat where they had left it half in the grass, but the ground was now devouring their leg. Not their foot. Their leg. All the way up to their knee, their leg had sunken into the ground.

"What the fuck!?!?" You yelled the same way they just had.

"I don't know! It felt like something grabbed me." They were starting to hyperventilate. "Help me out before I sink deeper."

"Y- yeah," you stammer before stepping inside the ring of mushrooms to help them.

They reached their hand out to you and you grabbed onto their wrist for leverage to pull them out of the spot they were sinking into. You dug your heels into the ground and pulled as hard as you could. Even as you pulled, they kept sinking deeper. Before you knew it, their other leg had begun to fall into the earth as well.

“Something’s got me. It’s pulling me down.”

“Stop panicking,” you shouted hypocritically. “There’s nothing down there!”

But, it was strange. No matter how hard you pulled, they seemed to keep getting deeper. So deep that only their upper torso was still visible at this point. You though? You seemed to be standing above ground just fine. In fact, it was as if the sinkhole was only opening up below them.

They were gripping onto your wrist so tightly that their nails dug into your skin and started to draw blood. Even then, they were still going downward. Your back ached as it arched, bending as they dragged you down with them.

Their eyes were blown wide, in terror or realization that they weren’t going to see the sunrise you weren’t sure. “HELP!” They screamed one last time as the earth swallowed their head and left only their outstretched arm, the one you were holding onto, above ground.

You knew you couldn’t pull them out anymore. You knew that, but you couldn’t let them go. Letting go was like giving up on them and, even though it was clear you should, you didn’t want to.

So you kept letting them drag you down.

Down. Down. Down. One agonizing second at a time, you watched as the last of them vanished beneath the dirt and knew that you would soon be swallowed up too. Fight or Flight often forgot their sister Freeze and that bitch was the one catching your gaze right now. Your chest heaved as your fingers neared the ground, ready to finally meet the beginning of your own muddy grave.

The second your fingers touched the ground, however, all you felt was solid earth. 

There was no give to the dirt. No muddy texture or damp patches. There wasn’t even a hole in the ground or a break in the grass, even though you had just seen your friend get pulled down into it. 

There was simply nothing.

Next

[cloudcountry]

do you have any facts on sea slugs or maybe any type of mushroom ??i like hearing you ramble<3

can i also be 🍄anon 😊

hehwehwhehwhjehwjhwhjehje <3333333333333 hehe THANK YOU ANON that makes me so happy!!!!!!!!! :D you may absolutely be 🍄 anon C:

I WILL TALK ABOUT BOTH BECAUSE I HAVE STUFF TO SAY (when do i not tbh. i am so chatty. oops!)

so first i'm going to talk about the spanish dancer C:

they eat toxic sponges (from the halichondria family) and absorb the toxins into their skin to deter predators!!

their gills are actually external!! they're those frilly thingys you see at the base of their tail which is SO COOL if you ask me bc omg!! external gills!! and the beautiful thing about sea slugs is that their gills are all different, so you get unique gill formations with each sea slug species!! :D

also they're hermaphrodites, which means they have both male and female sex organs. and speaking of that, have you seen their egg clusters?

yes, those are eggs!! the spanish dancer coats the eggs in the same toxins it produces to protect them, and if the eggs survive they will hatch with 8-9 days!! C: ofc these sea slugs only live about a year sigh

now if you thought the spanish dancer was pretty (and i hope you did!!) feast your eyes on the blue angel!!

do you remember the man-of-war i talked about? well these little guys gobble him up for breakfast!! they feed on venomous animals (like siphonophores) and just like the spanish dancer, they take the toxins from the animals they feed on and store it in their own skin!!

how cool is that? :D

and for reference, this sea slug is about 3 centimeters in length so its tiny.

the six branching appendages you see are what stores the absorbed nematocysts. the toxins are stored in cnidosacs, which are sacs at the tips!!

DO NOT TOUCH THESE BTW!!!! if the venomous talk wasn't enough wasn't enough to get people on tiktok to stop PICKING THESE UP idk what will.

they are also hermaphrodites!! you'll find that thats very common with sea slugs <3

now onto the mushrooms!! i was thinking about what in particular i should talk about, and i decided to talk about mycorrhizae!!

since this post is already kinda long i'll try to keep this brief!! ^^"

so a mycorrhiza is a symbiotic relationship that plants have with mushrooms!! it takes place in their root systems and my FAVORITE one is the orchid mycorrhiza simply because i love orchids to death (which is why i went by orchid for so long even though i definitely prefer auburn now ASGDJAHS ANYWAY)

the fungi's role in this relationship is to use the original root system as a launching pad and extend deeper into the soil, taking up nutrients and water from places where the plants cannot reach on its own. in return, the plant provides the fungus sugars and carbon, which fungi need to grow (and ofc, these are formed by photosynthesis C:)

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 5  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

 Yeahyeayeayeayayaya…they sleep together the following day.

And it was amazing.

It didn’t took them long to get in the mood, come to my quarters appeared to be enough…and after doing it they have some refreshing beverage and some apple filled donut to start the day…both finished early so she leave to do her things and…he got his jacket back to keep on his already scheduled obligations.

Still, he moved some meetings to spend time with her the following days at different hours to not make everything so obvious and compromising for both.

It was hard, now that they were sexually active together he couldn’t see her walking around without wanting to take her to a dark corner and finger her until she finish on his face.

He didn’t get laid often, some of the times he actually wanted to do it he picked up some sister and use  his…quick charms and influences to get her on his bed…its not like the elders quarters weren’t unknow territory for the brotherhood soldiers but now he had the sentinel who he really liked and he can only describe their attraction as magic, mutual, not only need or desire.

Both were together  in  Maxsons bed, he was laying over her breasts while she brushed his hair out of gel with a hairbrush.

She had long slim legs, an actually really big ass, small waist, and actually small breast, still gorgeous, he loved to be rided by her.

-Im leaving in 3 days for a long mission –she said and then he looked up, Nora grab his jaw gently and accommodate his face to keep brushing in the same position as before–I don’t know when im coming back

Shit…

-A long one…let me think…-he hugged her by the waist, burring his face on her warm skin, altought she have obligations now he didn’t want to separate- you presented a proyect about  a ship in the south called the Northern Star right?

-Correct, is filled with ghoul raiders...and I need help to clean it

-You don’t have to do it, it’s a cargo ship, not a military one, and its mostly destroyed and sinking

-Theres a type of mushroom growing there that emanates some radiated gases…pretty toxic, I need a crew in power armors to not intoxicate, after exploring I want to extinguish that mushroom

Arthur sighted, he wouldn’t interfere, the fact that they were sleeping together wouldn’t make him worry more, after all it can offend her.

He wanted to tell her that better take everything it was needed for the mission, that she shouldn’t take risks but…they were only sleeping together, he didn’t have that right.

-Alright –he said, not really wanting her to leave so soon, but this was common for her and her style of work.

They arranged hours to be together like meetings but two days later they didn’t exactly have a meeting for that.

-What the fuck Arthur? –she said when the door closed behind and no one would listen, the man looked at her confused and she pulled out a blister of pills –what is this!?

-Contraceptives pills –he said not understanding her anger

-I thought this ones didn’t exist anymore! That’s why I dint see them around!

-That’s because they aren’t actually very effective but as I read they never were

-That’s not that I meant, why the hell Cade gave me these!?

-Because I allowing you to use them and tell him to make you aware that now you are avalible to pick them.

Wait what the hell.

-Allow me!? –the man nooded, still confused- why I am allowed!?

-Because I trust you enough and…

-Nonono this is not something about you! How is that that you allow women in the brotherhood to access contraception!?

Ooooh Arthur get its now.

-Calm down you are getting it all wrong, you see, its good for everyone that familys get created inside the brotherhood of steel, babies are good for everyone

-Yeah but what if we don’t  want babies!?

-Well use a condom, they are free to pick and distribution, is not like im telling people to practice abstinence.

-You don’t get it, condoms are more designed for mens, pills are for women, it allow us to have control over our reproduction and desires…I want to decide when I want to get pregnant or not, not face some jackass telling that he doesn’t like to use a condom and he would like to knock me anyway, that cleaning up his mess is my problem

-But I use it without a problem

-This is not about you god! Why aren’t these allowed all the time to everywoman!?

-Because they are hard to get done and we actually need people to reproduce and…

-That’s the problem! You believe what you think is best for woman! What if they don’t wanna reproduce, alone, without a man!

Maxson bite his tongue, he sees it.

-No one is obligued to have babies in the brotherhood and…

-You are forcing woman to get pregnant by not giving us or own birth control, with a man I completely depends on his good will to use a condom or not, that is fucked up!

-Nora calm down what you say is a type of rape and if theres anything what in the brotherhood we hate more than a supermutant or a ghoul is a rapist.

-I can understand if you say that they are difficult to obtain and give away but the fact that this is a secret, that nobody knows that having this is a possibility is fucked up, then what? You only give them to the wives of the high commands so they can fuck all what they want in their private quarters and that’s it!?

Maxson bite his tongue, ashamed.

-You are right –he admitted, feeling selfish and careless about his decisions over the lives of his sisters- but still I cant get the supply everymonth for all the females in the brotherhood…

-That’s different, if I knew there was the possibility I would wait or act differently even in different scenarios! –the woman went all over exited, chest going up and down from the train of emotions she was feeling –do you know how many times i almost get raped!? –Maxson eyes went wide of shock-many different occations that I managed to scape by miracle, but it would be so good to have the confidence that if anything happened to me I would at least not get pregnant, I would carry a trauma for the rest of my life but not an unwanted pregnancy! You denied me and all other womens here that peace! Do you think a raider or a gunner would put on a condom before knocking me or any other woman out there!?

Of course not

-Sorry –he said really feeling it, deeply- you are right, ill do everything I can so I can supply monthly to everywoman in the brotherhood…you are alright I have nothing to say about it, I managed this poorly…

-This is the first time ill go outside without this fear…this very particular fear…this very female fear

-Take them for a month straight before anything, when you get back ill promise that ill fix this situation.

-Im glad we talked about this and you understood, such a shame I have to be one of your toys to access this information

Nononono that he wouldn’t allow it.

-You are not my toy! –he said firmly, that did annoy him.

-What do you mean if you allow woman to use contraceptives pills for you to cum free without worries its because…

-I like you yes but never as a toy! Spouses and wives of other officers and generals also have this privilege!

-It’s a privilege for the mens pleasure only

-Nora im confident with you to have sex without precautions if I allow you the pills now, a pregnancy is not the worst thing that could happend, death by sexual related diseases are so normal…its rare to have someone cured from it and have a normal life after -now this time she backed up, surprised, damn she didn’t thought on this- yes a raider could…-he found this difficult to say, his voice break a little until he found the courage- rape you yes, but a pregnancy have solutions…most of the diseases no, if something happened before I would preffer to be a pregnancy only and not both things. Although I obviously don’t want anything ever to hurt you or  Ill hunt down the fucker that touch any hair on your head

-Sorry –she said this time, ashamed, didn’t consider that point of view and he was right- are you afraid of diseases?

-Doing it without a condom could give me a disease yes, that’s why…if I authorized this pills to you was because…Im confident…of both of us…-Nora approached him and took his hand, nooding, pressing softly her forehead to his.

-Sorry, I had a lot of shitty experiences in the fields and It would help me  to know about contraceptive pills sooner but…you are also right

-We both have things to work on, that’s okay –this time Maxson grab her hand and squeeze it.

Nora felt bad for yelling at him and he felt bad for how the lack of transparency make her feel more vulnerable than needed in some other times even when they weren’t together.

This was learning, they could learn from each other.

They would be okay.

Two days later, she would be leaving for a mission and…he would feel terrible all the time.

He missed her terribly.

But he know he had to step up and get used, he choosed precisely the most absent woman in the brotherhood to fall for, that’s why she gets results of course but still it would be difficult to keep a relationship like that.

He shouldn’t but he followed closed her case.

The signals, the calls, the requests…everything…at the week one they managed to clean the ship and asked for reinforcements, also for some reason, Nora asked to burry the ghouls in the settlement near the ship. She wouldn’t explain why tho.

Nora had the most…unexplainly humanitarian point of view he had ever seen in a high ranked soldier.

On week two the reinforcements arrived with supplys to built and make repairs, to at least secure the ground of the ship so it stop sinking and getting filled with water

The repairs took a lot of time but…no…this time she couldn’t do the miracle.

The ship was to broken to fix. Too sinked. Too drowned. Too rusty, right now it would only serve another raider group to terrorize locals, not a profiteable base or a place to live for anyone.

On week 4 they surrender, the place was unrecovereable, every wall falled apart, everything you touched it gets broken, the floors were bended and rooted…no use…Nora felt defeated, her idea wont prosper this time. The destruction and the pass of time was too much on that ship to make it recovereable for any kind of use, it was more dangerous that anything.

At least the Brotherhood take all the nuclear machines and cores that make it function as a ship, recover all the old tecnologhy…and defeated the ghouls.

The machines would be usefull  tho, it wasn’t all lost but she felt bad for the resources in construction she sweared it would work and it didn’t, she lost many materials trying to dry and fill out that floors. No, the force of the ocean was too much, nothing could stop the ocean around the ship and that’s it.

She tried, but if she cant secure the floors is not use to try to repair the holes in the roofts, the ship wouldn’t have any future as anything, it could collapse at any minute and risk lives.

At the end of week 4 they asked for explosives and something to fire it up, if the brotherhood wont use it wisely, then no one would do.

Historys came to Arthur how a very drunk and mad sentinel ask to put explosives and dynamite all around the ship, making a web that could explode with a button.

Not a nest to creatures, not a refuge for raiders, not a menace for the locals, not a base for the brotherhood, not a tumb for anyone.

The ship was going down.

A line on the report called Maxson attention, about how the sentinel trow a bottle of whisky to the ship before pressing the botton of the explosives to tear it down. The roofs, the 4 floors, the walls, the machinery…all collapsed into the water, all falled down crushing and making things fly away. And she looked at the destruction, frustrated.

The FMS Norther Star went down and now it was just a unusable pile of rusted steel and rotten wood.

On week 5, the team returned to the brotherhood, the machinery would go to the airport slowly since the distances were long and by the nature of the objects difficult to transport, Maxson even thought on using Libery Prime to pick up the monolites of nuclear machinery and walk back to the airport.

He expected her, but although she was around the airport and the Prydwen didn’t appear to see him, non on the command deck or his quarters.

Arthur was a bit…disappointed and sad about it, was she mad or something? He didn’t have the energy to be mad at her for whatever, he wished to see her for weeks…

So he take the initiative to see what the hell happened and why she…wasn’t going to see him.

One day, past the 2am, he started ravishing at the sentinel door, not wanting to talk or use his voice more than  necessary and it was a horrible hour to be silent, but he also needed to be silent to not wake up or attract guard soldiers that were working at this hours.

-Who the hell calls into my dorm at this hours!? –the woman appeared opening the door in a very small white pijamas that leaved her neck and arms bared, same with her neck.

Also she had a laser gun in her hand.

And a face full of rage.

When she see Arthur waving she took it with force by the jacket trowing the pistol to the side and closing the door.

-First time im at your place –she realized how brute she was pulling him like that and settle him, fixing his jacket and securing the door

-What are you doing here? Is not convenient for you to be seen here!

-I know but you have been ignoring me and I wanted to know why –Nora eyes went wide as she sat on the bed.

-Sorry is not you…im just frustrated, I cant deliver sucesfully the mission and I feeled like I failed you…I didn’t know how to face you and give the bad news

-Bad news?

-I lost the ship...? You didn’t read the reports?

-You didn’t fail the mission, you gave the brotherhood 8 nuclear reactors, that’s a lot

-I wanted to take the ship and make it a base in the south

-Nora are you seriously turning yourself down for this?

-I lost a lot of materials for nothing…because it keep sinking and water keeped getting inside…

-Not every mission goes as planned but think positive no one died! In more than a month!

-I just feel like I failed you by wasting that resources and travels on ventibird

Wow was that…crying? She felt that guilty? But she still performed well! Arthur tried to make memory but he never see her this anguish about a mission before, this is because they were together and close? He didn’t expect anything more from her just because they were together…

-Nonono none of that is true –his hands went to cup her face and clean the small tears on her watery eyes –You are alive, no one died under your care, you secured the settlement near the ship, you took out all the old tech…you gave the brotherhood 8 fucking nuclear reactors…I mean a sinking a rusty metal ship is not enough reason to not talk to me –she smiled and went to hug him, Arthur reacted also hugging her back, now he was in his element…

Both take a big breath against the other shoulder. They were now were they needed…

-I do have good news –he hummed to ask what, still hugging –I have my period –good so she isn’t pregnant- and now im on my second box of pills so…

Oh ok…good to know.

-Good news are when I know you are safe and sound only –he said like a romantic, Nora smiled and went to kiss him, deeply, getting up in bed to hug him by the neck and start devouring his mouth, the elder corresponded by lifting her waist a bit.

-I missed you –she said, biting his lip while starting to move the jacket down his shoulders, a powerful heat taking all over her body.

-Me too –he said also biting her lip, getting her closer by the hips like a doll.

-You have too much clothes on…-she said before going to his pants, directly to take the belt off.

-Don’t worry we can fix that…-as soon the pants were down on the ground, she clinged over his waist with her legs, crossing them on the back my gosh the woman really was a black widow.

-Arthur –she called by low, feeling something hard against her small pajama pants, the man responded placing a hand inside the small pajama pants on the back.

-What? –he said before a rampage of small like kisses attacked him, she licked her lips and looked directly at his blue eyes.

-Fuck me hard tonight

That orders went directly to his underwear, giving him a pulse that make him even harder, making the woman moan

  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/5/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

[twiceasfrustrating]

Slippery as an Eel

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Jade Leech & Player|Yuu

Characters: Jade Leech, Player|Yuu

Additional Tags: gn!yuu (you/your), fluff

Summary: You ask a miscellaneous question while helping Jade forage for mushrooms. He won’t give you a straight answer.

A/N: Full disclosure, I want to write more twst but I am in the phase where I can't quite get the voices right. So, you know, just writing whatever until I can get them right… or at least understand them.

Word Count: 792

"Do you have a second set of jaws?" The question came out of nowhere as you watched Jade kneel down to pick a mushroom you were 87% positive was toxic based on its colors and patterns. The way the corner of his mouth pulled back to reveal the faintest sliver of his teeth reminded you of that strange fact.

He didn't look at you, instead keeping his focus on the mushroom as he plucked it from the rotting stump where he'd found it. He twisted the delicate looking stem between his fingers, a small deposit of powder falling out from under the cap as he twirled it with an unyielding fascination.

You waited patiently for him to finish his examination before he carefully placed the mushroom into a bag he had brought, upping your assuredness to 100% that the thing was toxic and Jade simply didn't mind taking that risk. Or, rather, he didn't mind passing that risk onto you as he shoved the bag into your hands

You repeated the question now that he was looking directly at you and couldn't ignore it, "Do you have a second set of jaws?"

Yet, somehow, he brushed the quiry aside. "Careful with that one. It's fragile and there aren't many around to replace it if it gets damaged." He turned his back to you and marched further up the incline to continue his search.

"Back in my world," you persisted as you trailed after him across the leaf littered ground, "I read that eels have a second set of jaws in their throat and was wondering if you did too."

"As a mer-eel?" He clarified and you could only confirm.

His lips pulled back tight and you could see the faintest glisten of his sharp, pointed fangs for a brief moment. "If you asked nicely, I would be glad to let you stick your fingers back there and find out. If you find them you can tell me how sharp they are."

The leaves crunched under his feet as he came to a stop, catching sight of some time mushrooms growing under a pile of damp debris. 

You stopped to pout and glare at him, but he didn't show any signs of caring. "You could just answer the question with a simple yes or no."

"You are correct. I could simply answer you." Jade moved the debris aside and his eyes practically lit up finding a colony of fat, tiny mushrooms with soft, bulbous caps. "But I don't want to."

"Why not?"

Again, he went silent as he picked at his find.

"Why don't you want to answer me?" You had to ask again so he couldn't ignore the conversation you were having.

He could almost see the silent sigh he let out as he closed his eyes for a second, likely in exasperation. "It's more fun to watch you struggle for your answers than to simply be handed them. How far are you willing to go for an answer? What assumptions will you make until you know the truth? Isn't it interesting?"

Not for you it wasn't. "I'm helping you carry everything."

"Yes, you are." He said with a faint smile as he looked down with pride to the bag you were still carrying. "And?"

"Isn’t that worth anything?" Even a simple yes or no?

“My thanks. I appreciate you offering to assist me without promise of anything in exchange.” His smile taunted you as it finally grew wide enough to show off his fangs as he stood up with his new mushrooms. “Please stay on the lookout for anything else we may come across. I expect to bring back a great deal more than usual since you’re here to help me today.”

“You really don’t plan to answer me? It would be so easy.”

“It would be. Almost too much so.”

“You’re enjoying making me wonder, aren’t you?”

“I would never.” His mouth pulled into a frown, but his eyes were still dancing with glee. “How lowly do you think of me? Believing I would go out of my way to trouble a friend of mine?”

Oh, Jade was terrible. The worst. A menace to society. “Whatever.” There was no point in letting him rile you up.

“Aww, has your curiosity been snuffed out?”

“I’m not going to try and force you to share.” Maybe if you acted like it didn’t bother you, it would reignite his interest. 

Reverse psychology didn’t work on him though. “Thank you for your understanding. It’s very mature of you to forgo your curiosity for my comfort.” He was condescending you, you could feel it. “Now, may we continue?”

“Sure.” You tried to return the smile, but yours felt so much weaker and uncertain than his.

[fubukiswifenoimnotjoking]

I desperately want a OPM twilight AU. Think about it!

Genos is Edward bc duh, brooding af, and Saitama is Bella just cuz. (Oh and he has hair just cuz that’s how I’m picturing it). They’re both in high school, maybe it’s at Forkes or somewhere else, like some Japanese school. I prefer it in Forkes bc brrrr the aesthetic it gives twilight is beautiful. Same plot, but tiny differences.

Genos is only like, 10 or 20 years older than Sai as a vampire bc Edward’s 100 year age gap was way creepier and we don’t want that here!!

Saitama starts hanging w Genos after Genos saves him from a car crash I guess? Not sure if I should keep that or change it to something else. Maybe Saitama has super strength just cuz in this AU and saves Genos, making Genos wanna follow him bc wow!! So cool plus I wanna suck his blood zBdjakdhaihs. Anyway, Saitama thinks Genos is super cool and wants to see what’s up with him, though almost instantly regrets it when Genos talks his ears off. Gets used to it of course and slowly falls for him but it takes time.

When Genos makes shitty and immature decisions like when Edward says sum like “I’m trying so hard not to suck your blood rn” Saitama is just like nope, back that up. Let’s talk about this like adults. Genos’ fixation on drama and brooding makes him more immature in certain cases and Saitama calling him out makes him grow into a more mature and understanding guy so he doesn’t do toxic shit like Edward did.

Oh and I’m imagining at the famous scene where he’s like “say what I am. Say it!” Saitama turns really dramatically to him like Bella does in the movie and is like....a mothman. Genos is like ye—wait what?? And Saitama’s like wait,,,you’re not moth man...? And Genos is just like 🧍🏻

Genuinely don’t know who Jacob would be. Maybe Sonic, but it’s the rival dynamic instead of a love triangle? Like Sonic is constantly trying to kill Saitama and Genos is fighting him and Saitama is like ugh teenagers, stop FIGHTING ALL THE TIME!!

I think Genos’ adopted fam would be Fubuki as Alice bc though Fubu is not clairvoyant I think it would still fit to make her Alice, Tatsumaki as Rosalie bc she’s mean, Kuseno as Carlisle, Bang as Esme (bc of course I support the Bang x Kuseno ship), idk Psykos as Jasper?? Cuz then it’d be Fubuki x Psykos, but also would be fucking weird bc they’re all a family. Or maybe just make Badd Jasper so Badd can be a part of the fam but dissolve the Alice and Jasper relationship for this AU. God idk. Cant think of who to make Jasper 💀 oh and Garou is Emmet, except I can’t see him as a vampire so he’s just gonna be the stray werewolf they adopted.

When Saitama finally gets turned into a vampire everyone is confused bc nothing changes?? He’s the exact same except paler. Saitama’s like so when do I get my moth wings 😏😏

I haven’t seen twilight in forever so maybe if I brush up on it I can actually make a solid funny AU of this. What y’all think lol

Bonus:

Genos: *sparkling in the sun and looking off dramatically* this is what I am

Saitama: *near one of those big mossy rocks in the scene* dude haha you gotta see this, there’s a cute little mushroom grove over here on the moss >:0

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Next One’s on You 3/5

A/N: Thank you so much for reblogging, commenting, and liking! I read them all and I really appreciate it. Let me know if you want to be added to a Taglist. This is my personal favorite chapter so far. :D 

Summary: A series of moments in the life of Maxwell Lord and reader centered around drinks. 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language 

Taglist: @josepedropascal @mrschiltoncat @ghostwiththemostbitch @mrsparknuts @oldstuffnewstuff @yespolkadotkitty @heythere-mel @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie @maxlordsgf @xjaywritesx

My Masterlist 

Chapter Two - Vodka Martinis 

Chapter Three: Orange Juice 

Our start was rocky. From the unwanted solicitation, throwing a latte in his face, the note, that horrible date with Tom, and being doused in freezing water. You really thought that things couldn’t get any more rocky. Until you met his mother. Mrs. Lord as she commanded you to call her, was a complete and total bitch. 

Coming in like a hurricane and leaving nothing but devastation in her wake. After that night you continued seeing Maxwell Lord. You’re first date he rented out an entire movie theater, and didn’t even pay attention to the movie, his face buried in your neck the whole night. Followed up by small dinners at his mansion, and late night drives in his blood red corvette, the top down, you curled up against his side after a long day at work. 

After each one of these dates his toxic mother would swoop into your work and threaten you with anything in her arsenal. How she could get you fired, lose your apartment, sue you for some insignificant thing, and each time you would kindly tell her to fuck off. But she wasn’t just going after you but Maxwell as well and her claws were deep into him. Preying on all his fears and insecurities that she had instilled in him from a young age. Whispering lies in his ear that she had you tailed and were cheating on him, just using him for his money, or worse trying to get a baby out of him so he would be paying you for eighteen plus years. 

Each time he would come to you and you would remind him something his traumatized brain forgot in those moments….how much you loved him. 

Yes, he was an egotistical, rich, asshole and that is what the world thinks of him. But you saw so much more than that. The way he would take off your sticky non-slip shoes and rub your feet after a long day at the shop, stinking of coffee grounds. How he would hold your hand and rubs circles with his thumb whenever he drove you somewhere. The way he would make love to you with such tenderness, the aftercare where he would clean you and hold you so close you could feel your heartbeats sync together. You were his deepest secret, proof to the world that Maxwell Lord had a heart. Although no one knew that. 

You sit on the couch with your ice cream watching TV. Maxwell had a charity gala this evening and you're watching the news coverage hoping to get a glimpse of him in his tux. You had given him a new pocket square for his birthday last week and he promised to wear it. You dip the spoon in and lift it up to your lips when it clatters back into the carton. You put it on the table and crawl on your knees closer to the TV. 

Maxwell Lord IV is being interviewed by a local reporter looking immaculate. Not a single strand out of place and smiling jovial as he answers the questions. But that isn’t what caught your attention...it’s the blonde woman on his arm. You recognize her instantly as a model on the cover of the magazine your roommate bought yesterday. She is gorgeous, thin, wearing a floor-length pale pink dress, and a diamond collar. Her hand rests in the crook of his elbow and he has one hand over her own. 

“Mr. Lord, is this your girlfriend?” the reporter buzzes. 

“Oh Kitty here?” he kisses the beautiful woman's cheek and she giggles, “No, she is just a good friend of mine, I don’t have time in my life for any serious relationships.” He smiles at the camera again and you notice the pocket square is a pale pink to match her dress and not the one you bought and you feel the ice cream sour in your stomach. 

You reach for the knob and turn off the television laying down on the floor looking at the small cracks in the ceiling. You recall the conversation about this gala replaying it over and over again in your head. 

“Do you want me to attend with you?” 

“No, it’s just some boring charity gala we have ten to fifteen a year. I wouldn’t want to bore you with having to endure that for an evening,” he adjusts his tie and smiles over at you laying in his bed. 

“I understand,” you nod leaning up to kiss him softly, “Are you...going with anyone?” 

“No. I haven’t been attending these things with anyone since you and I...since you and I,” his eyes soften as he sits on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in yours. “You know how much I love you darling, I just want to keep you all to myself. If I bring you to this gala the press are going to start asking questions and….I’m not ready to share you with the world yet.” 

You smile, tightening the grip on his hand, “As long as I don’t have to share you with anyone either.” 

“There is no one else, you’re it for me honey,” he pulls you in for another kiss and you sigh. 

Your heart shatters thinking of the model and how perfect she looked on his arm. She would be the perfect addition to Maxwell. The words of his mother seep into you and your self doubt begins to bloom. You shake your head and get off the floor, put the ice cream away, and go to bed. The heaviness of your heart dragging you to sleep. 

The next morning doesn’t get any better. Your usual good morning phone call with Maxwell never comes and you go to work and try to clear your mind, sure it’s nothing. When your lunch break comes and still no call or even show of him you call his work. His assistant tells you regretfully that he is in meetings all day and can’t be reached. The sick feeling in your stomach continues to grow and when you get off you decide not to wait around for him, catching a cab to his home. The whole staff knows you and greets you happily and the chef makes you a sandwich and listens to you babble about your day as she cleans up. 

The household quiets down for the night and when it hits eleven and he’s still not home you take off your clothes, put on one of his shirts and crawl into bed. Determined not to let him get away with ignoring you all day. The next morning you wake up early, having tossed and turned the whole night. But this time the bed isn’t empty. A warm arm is draped across your waist and his mouth is pressed against your head holding you close. You sigh and watch him sleep, his face free of worry as he dreams.

You carefully eject yourself from his arms and go into the kitchen starting the button on the coffee. It’s very early and the chef isn’t even here yet so you decide to make some breakfast for yourself and Maxwell. The difficult conversation may be easier over food. You get out the egg whites, onions, peppers, mushrooms, and cheese for omelets and get to work cooking. Halfway through turning on the small radio and dancing around the kitchen to some Beegees. You're almost done cooking, putting the omelets onto the plates and pulling out a carton of orange juice and pouring a glass. 

You hear a slight chuckle and whirl around to see Maxwell Lord IV in his grey sleep pants, white shirt, and wearing bright blue cookie monster slippers you had bought him as a joke since he has a secret affinity for cookies. “What are you doing honey?” he asks, gesturing to the mess. 

“I...I thought we could have breakfast together and...talk...we need to talk Maxwell.” 

He lowers his head and nods grabbing the plates and juice before setting them down at the small kitchen table. Usually he liked to eat in the grand dining room but the small eat in kitchen table was your favorite. He sits close to you and digs in groaning at the taste. “This is delicious.” 

You give a half hearted smile, taking a bite and putting down your fork, turning to him, “I saw your interview at the gala....why did you lie to me about not having a date?” 

He grimaces, “my mother surprised me,” he sighs, “I was getting dressed for the gala and she shows up with Kitty, throws your pocket square in the trash and pushes us into the limo with her. I get the feeling that Kitty didn’t have much choice as well, but we played the part. I never wanted to lie to you, I just didn’t have time to tell you.” 

“Then why ignore me all day yesterday? No call, no visit, and when I tried to call the office they said you were in meetings all day.” 

“I was in meetings all day and I am so sorry about not calling in the morning but I had to take care of something very important yesterday.” 

“What was it?” not taking no for an answer. “My mother,” he rubs a hand over his face, “I had breakfast with my mother...I told her that what she did the night before was unacceptable and that I wanted to be with you. Of course she spent the entire day arguing with me but I couldn’t give a care. And at the end of it all I told her she needed to choose. Either she accepts you and we move forward or she can forget that she has a son.” 

“Maxwell,” you beg, “why didn’t you call me? I could have gone with you, you shouldn’t have had to do that alone! What did she say?” 

“She told me if I wanted to marry that poor coffee shop bitch, then she would never speak to me again.” You're silent as you process his words. Marry…? 

He stands from the table and goes into the foyer of the house. You can hear him digging in his coat and he comes back with a tiffany blue box. He drops to one knee before you and tears sting in your eyes, rubbing at them furiously. 

“I told her goodbye and then went to pick up the ring from the jewelers, I ordered it three weeks ago,” he opens the box and you gasp at the princess cut diamond surrounded by sapphires. “I had this big proposal planned, candles, champagne, a string quartet, your favorite restaurant. But, when I woke up this morning and saw you in my shirt, dancing and cooking breakfast, I thought this was a much better time. Plus you know how impatient I am darling.” 

You let out a watery chuckle and nod in agreement. Allowing him to continue, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to bring you to every gala, show you off to the world, and every morning I want to wake up with you in my arms. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes,” you cry, “yes of course, I will marry you,” you're openly sobbing and he has tears streaming down his cheeks as he slides the ring onto your finger. Pulling you out of your chair and into his lap as he kisses you passionately. His hands running through your hair and holding you close. 

“Oh my,” the chef opens the door seeing you both on the floor in a passionate embrace and backs out. You laugh calling them back, “We’re engaged!” you shout and the chef and butler run into the room congratulating you both. Maxwell smiles at you and you beam back at him kissing him again. 

A loud knock sounds at the front door and the butler rushes out to answer. Returning a few moments later apologizing as Mrs. Lord slams open the door. “Maxwell!” she shrieks, and you groan holding on tighter to your fiancé who is rising to his feet and pushing you behind him, locking his hand within your own. 

“Mrs. Lord?” he asks, “If you want to speak with me you will need to schedule a meeting with my assistant.” You squeeze his hand in encouragement and watch as she gapes like a fish.  

“You can’t be serious?! You are seriously going to give up your mother for some cheap whore?!” 

He steps forward and growls, “She is not some cheap whore, this is my fiancé and you will never speak to her like that again. I am tired of being your punching bag, allowing your toxic words to seep into me. I will no longer allow you to control me, we are done. Now good day Mrs. Lord.” He tightens his grip. 

“Maxwell, you can’-” she stammers and is cut off when he yells raising his voice. 

“I said good-day! Get the hell out of our home, you are no longer welcome.” She tightens her grip on her Hermes handbag and straightens her Dior dress before glaring daggers at you. 

“This isn’t over,” she hisses and turns on her heel stomping out of the house. 

When the door slams shut behind her, the staff quickly leave you two alone and you hold him close in your arms. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, “I am so proud of you.” He sighs and holds you tighter, placing a kiss to your temple. “I couldn’t let her talk like that about you.  You are going to be my wife, and no one will ever disrespect you like that.” 

“You’ve really changed Maxwell, I think some of those things you said to me the first time we met,” you tease and he groans. 

“Despite our rocky start and how much of an utter asshole I was, I wouldn’t change a thing. Because it brought me to you. I love you sweetheart,” he kisses you gently. 

“I love you too. Do you...do you think she’s going to do something bad? She seemed very angry when she left.” 

“Whatever happens, we will face it together. She is a bitter old woman, what’s the worst she can do?” he holds you close to his chest and reaches down for his orange juice taking a large drink. “Let’s just focus on the next thing.” 

“What’s next?” you sigh taking the glass from him and taking a deep drink. 

“Planning the wedding of the century darling.” 

You cough loudly. Oh fuck what have you gotten yourself into now? 

Chapter 4- Champagne (check master list for link)

[catthegreat123]

From life to death, from the last to the first

In the beginning there was only yesterday, ruled by fifteen gods.

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These gods grew in strength and even more with the want to create.

So the first Ą̸̡̨̛̭͎̲̪͔̜͖̰̱̜̘͇̹͚͓͍͚̼̗̦̯̬̞͔͓̣̘͖̥̘̱̩̯̃̋̏̉̔͋͋̒̀͛̑̽͒̌̄̐̀̇͊̍̓̊́̽͌̒͗̇̒̈̅͘̚͘͝͠͠͝ͅl̷̨̛̜̺͙̤̘͆͑̆̈̇̃̊̀̽͂̔̀͑̎͆̔̀̅̂͂̌̉͒͆͗̍̆̋͊̚̕̕̕͘ͅl̵̨̛̛̦͍̥̅̈̓͒̐̎̾̅͂̌̃̊͆̅̌̊̉̔́̆͊̓͐͆̀͒̀̓̅͛̒̋͛͆͘̕̚̚͘͠͠m̴̛̲̟̳̪̱̻̰̞̪̲̯̺̉̂̔̍͑̌̈́̓̽̉̾̀̌͐̍͑́͊̾͊̈́̇̈̏͌̅͊͘̕͝͝͝o̷̧̧̡̧̢͖̤̹̩̼͉̩̭̾̌̒̉̀̾̅̐́́̏̓͌̍̑̓́̈́͛̑͒̓͊̓̂̔̕͘͜͝͠͠ẗ̷̡̢̜̬̺̮͕̬͖̹͎̪͓͉̳̳̮͕́̈́͋̇̚̚͜h̷̛̥̖̬̜̘̼͎̣̟��̯͙͉̱̥̦̥̭̀̌͑̈́͛̐͗̈́̕͜͝͝ͅe̶̢̢̢̛͇̰̟̦̦͎̟̪̱̭̘̹͕̫͈̜̮͈̰̞̬͊̒̄̈̉̋̋̅̔̉̅̊̈́̎̀͐̌͛͋͛͗̑͌̂̈̊̎̓̆͗̃͂̽̍̕̕̚͝͝͠͝͠͝ŗ̵̧̢̨̧̡͙̥̼̯̣̭͕̙͖̗͉̣͙̫̫̜͕͍̜̟̣̻̪̱̘͕̗̰̦̜̮̝͖̞̖͇͈̤͔̻͊̌̓̂͜ͅͅͅs̸̨̧͓͈̳̩͚̑͌̋̆̑͋̈́͂̈́̀̾̒͑͘̕ were created.

They breathed life into a distorted growing world, a vast landmass emerging in their wake. The fifteen gods who created land and sea.

The Ą̸̡̨̛̭͎̲̪͔̜͖̰̱̜̘͇̹͚͓͍͚̼̗̦̯̬̞͔͓̣̘͖̥̘̱̩̯̃̋̏̉̔͋͋̒̀͛̑̽͒̌̄̐̀̇͊̍̓̊́̽͌̒͗̇̒̈̅͘̚͘͝͠͠͝ͅl̷̨̛̜̺͙̤̘͆͑̆̈̇̃̊̀̽͂̔̀͑̎͆̔̀̅̂͂̌̉͒͆͗̍̆̋͊̚̕̕̕͘ͅl̵̨̛̛̦͍̥̅̈̓͒̐̎̾̅͂̌̃̊͆̅̌̊̉̔́̆͊̓͐͆̀͒̀̓̅͛̒̋͛͆͘̕̚̚͘͠͠m̴̛̲̟̳̪̱̻̰̞̪̲̯̺̉̂̔̍͑̌̈́̓̽̉̾̀̌͐̍͑́͊̾͊̈́̇̈̏͌̅͊͘̕͝͝͝o̷̧̧̡̧̢͖̤̹̩̼͉̩̭̾̌̒̉̀̾̅̐́́̏̓͌̍̑̓́̈́͛̑͒̓͊̓̂̔̕͘͜͝͠͠ẗ̷̡̢̜̬̺̮͕̬͖̹͎̪͓͉̳̳̮͕́̈́͋̇̚̚͜h̷̛̥̖̬̜̘̼͎̣̟͚̯͙͉̱̥̦̥̭̀̌͑̈́͛̐͗̈́̕͜͝͝ͅe̶̢̢̢̛͇̰̟̦̦͎̟̪̱̭̘̹͕̫͈̜̮͈̰̞̬͊̒̄̈̉̋̋̅̔̉̅̊̈́̎̀͐̌͛͋͛͗̑͌̂̈̊̎̓̆͗̃͂̽̍̕̕̚͝͝͠͝͠͝ŗ̵̧̢̨̧̡͙̥̼̯̣̭͕̙͖̗͉̣͙̫̫̜͕͍̜̟̣̻̪̱̘͕̗̰̦̜̮̝͖̞̖͇͈̤͔̻͊̌̓̂͜ͅͅͅs̸̨̧͓͈̳̩͚̑͌̋̆̑͋̈́͂̈́̀̾̒͑͘̕ had three for every of their species, the first mothers. They are false gods, worshipped for their power but just as dangerous and killable as a minawnii.

I feel the rocks shift, I watched my sisters leave for the shallow colors above me. I want to sleep, I do not care for yesterday it bores me, though I do quite like the island in the middle.

It’s so full of life and society builds around herds of thousands….that’s the only place I want to go. Maybe I will go one day…maybe…

I reached my head out of the sea, watching the sands of tomorrow calling for something to take me from this sea to the land beyond. I have hoped for eons for that, now yesterday is gone, Today is here.

I have watched things pass over me as the land becomes lush, huge white kangaroo-like beings. They have black pupils that have watched me…I will not care when they die..

As I beg on this watery fence a nycoton comes to me, oh how I owe them my life. I know now I should not have cared for another mortal again after this NYCOTON but I did, and it hurts me still.

They stared at me like a pitiful dog who just fell in the river, I am older than the lush grass beneath that creatures claws. Though I will never be able to tell them not in my garbled words, corrupted and vile.

The white beasts came and attacked the poor creature ripping them apart, they died taking me to that lake, forever I wonder how it would be if they never lifted me from that cursed stream.

They lifted me from those waves and took me to a lake, an oasis. The same white creatures stare at me forever more like I am a plague come to kill them. In the end I was I guess…

The days grew hotter and I watched the pond shrink as centuries passed it became sand, the dense fur of those white diesura made them leave I think. They looked panicked every time I rose my head from the water, tossing meat at me in fear.

They ran and the oasis was empty for a while I watched hungrily, and soon wardens came.

Huge creatures, hellions I believe they came in wondrous elegance casting order in an empty land. They were at war I think, they didn’t like a poisonous alternates, big as them or as toxic as a mola mola.

I watched as in fear a huge green portal ripped through the sky, I watched as these wardens, overseers, protecters.

They betrayed their own duty….

They chased the creatures they warred with to the sky killing those who ran. I saw a young sar’hingaro fly away in tears, given mercy and vengeance by the wardens, allowed to live forever alone in this evil land.

I decided this land must learn, I told stories and legends from yesterday to anyone who came near my pond, speaking of trees bigger than imaginable, and mushroom grass that fed you like berries.

They all listened to these tales, some stayed to hear more, despite the stories being limited to the tales and songs told to me by the winds.

These tales attracted many beings across the lands, some came to the oasis for the stories. But overtime it became that the creatures wanted to not be alone.

Many creatures were roaming the land, alone save for their family. This barren desert served a collection, the steps and gallops of these creatures led to the oasis becoming more desert like.

Under the wardens rule the land flourished, but I listened to the wind, and heard the cries of that sar from oh so long ago.

It was called grief, it was alone forevermore, all it’s people left in a wasteland save for this poor beast.

Grief, as what was it’s name, grows to vengeance, so I watched as the sky was painted green in its monstrous size.

I watched helpless, as the wardens queen, a huge boreal, followed by verdants, ardors, and hellions alike.

It was a slaughter, the beasts I played games with and wondered at snow the young creatures I watched dance under the moon,

Gone,

Fire painted the sand red as the sar named grief destroyed the land, blowing holes in the mountains.

I watched it felt as if my gills ripped themselves from my body and cried with me.

A black and white kendyll heard, it listened to my distorted garbles, incomprehensible but full of tangible emotion, I had not eaten in so long and I was sad.

The kendyll listened and left for a few days and brung me, a carcass of something too marred with bites and blood to tell. I stayed quiet, carnage wrote itself over this poor thing.

MEAT

I feasted like a starving dog that night.

I learned how to speak sonarian better because of that kendyll, she talked to me so much….it was nice. A friend…I hadn’t had that in many millenia they were something I wanted to be if I could walk these lands…

But all things die, some more brutally than most.

I woke up one day swimminb to the shallows looking for that kendyll who spoke to me so much bringing me food and warming a heart as cold as the trenches below. Only to find only her dead floating body , bobbing on the surface of the sea covered in poison, already starting to rot.

Yet again I felt my heart twist and feel heavy, yet again that horrible feeling you despicable mortals call….grief. I swam around the shallows looking for any sign it was a joke…it wasn’t…

I will keep hope I WILL you mortals are just….lost…

But after a week or so, her child came to me, tail between their legs filled with the same twisting sight in their own hearts. They ranted sadly about how unfair it was an so on and so forth, I listened my heart broke a little more…. More than a god could even stand….. funny..

I have been here since the world began but I just can let go of the fact that mortals are corrupt.

The young kendyll grew older, as all mortals grew, they shown like stars on their stripes, a beauty to rival the three moons above our own heads, but at a cost of their own mother. A sad price I don’t think any being would pay…

I came to the shallows again hoping to be given food by the sad kendyll but found their drowned body instead, another friend had died. Those useless mortals can’t stay ALIVE why can’t they just STAY.

Yet again I cried and cried, but I didn’t want them to be eaten by a hungry idiotic scavenger so I buried their body in the sandy waters where kelp still grows, green by my blessing.

The last these kendylls to bring me food was the sad ones niece. I never learned their name but they were excitable. They ruled when the rulers of the oasis were divided, and rules were strict and cruel.

She ranted to me about the unfair rules and made plans of rebellion, they never came true though…. She died of sadness after she found her eggs crushed, and wife dead.

So useless….

The ani’s lasted longest out of all the rulers of the oasis, probably more than in the rule of the cruel Jeff’s.

The Jeff’s I never saw, but was told to me by the gods. The Jeff’s who built castles out of lightning and rock. Bigger than mountains and crushed creatures big and small out of rage.

The ani’s grew to a empire across the oasis. They swam in my waters playing and giving me food, as every ruler did before.

They were cruel killing every carnivore that came, it was hypocritical in a sense, they kept me alive at the cost of many I will never know…..

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Their foolishness though led them to die to a volcanic eruption. I do not miss them though, they were religious and hateful to other species.

The ones who had lived under other kings, queens, emperors and empresses.

The final true caretaker was a green kendyll, scarred and mute. He never spoke but he is the only one I knew by name. The kendyll’s name was luv, a weird one but land dwellers are like that.

He showed me things in the sand I will never see and I marveled at it despite my life eons longer than his.

He brung me food more than the others, quiet, always seeming regretful.

One day I watched as he looked around with insanity in his eyes, a need to kill.

I watched as he killed anyone in his path, it was a slaughter. He killed everything, the sands blood red. Bubbling with hate and white hot vengeance.

Luv roared words that could only be described as madness, and anger that was fueled by a broken mind.

He screamed and crashed in hatred killing the divided rulers and their people. When I looked out of the pool of water I saw blood everywhere. Many sought retribution.

He came back after a few weeks scarred beyond comprehension and filled with grief. I couldn’t bear to lose another “friend”. I tried to protect him but….Luv didn’t survive his grief of killing so many. I tried hard to protect him and heal him, but it was all for not.

So that night he passed away.

As many centuries passed, empires and tyrants rose and fell like the suns above us all, the oasis changed. The sand would forevermore be red with rage and insanity and murder and disaster haunted every corner. I protected those who asked but was feared.

Kohiiki’s as old as me looked ghoulish and as ancient as I was I still hoped every little creature to every mammoth would live in peace one day.

One who shared my thoughts was a small vaumora not even three, who danced and played on the shallows of my large pond, always joyous when I spoke in my garbled mimicry of you land dwellers language.

The vaumora seemed to light up every bit of the red sands painted by blood for so long. Making even the worst of the inhabitants smile. But the little vaumora’s joy didn’t last, caught in the crossfire of a turf war, they died in flames.

I loved the oasis but I had seen it grow for what was three millennia now, crying over lost friends or watching coldy over corrupt rulers.

The last of these rulers to ever reign under my blessing and hopes was a group of jotunhel.

These seals were smart enough to protect and Ally with the worst but after so many generations the ideals changed. War painted the dunes, the plains, and redwoods. What was my last promise was gone, so I take my last goodbye.

I have watched the world change and tears of the last wardens. I hope while I leave to the dark abyss that I came from, immortal as I am. That your world changes to something better.

But I will not watch, my heart has been ripped from my gills to many times for that.

I want to come back, maybe when you have learned…

So goodbye to the oasis May we meet again at a time which is better.

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I have listened to the words of the wind for a long, long time. Watching the waves sing their hymns to me

My hope, despite being broken so many times may just be true. So I tell my sights back to the place a lot oh so long ago.

When I returned it was not the same place, scattered but at peace. It did have an overseer of sorts.

I really should have listened to those words and warnings the wind carried to me, through the depths of the ocean to the place this world rose from.

I placed to much hope in you creatures filled with greed and fear, to angry at each other to notice what had watched, like me fro an eternity.

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Aereis were old things, things that had been there since before the mountains were even molehills.

They always watched, some came but many hid and died in the ancient mountains of yesterday.

But for every species there was an allmother, the first of their kind, immortal and huge. There were three Aereis that were allmother’s, and one who watched a bit to closely. They were jealous of the allmother kohiiki who despite their title never had a single child.

A false god of sorts, she was jealous that they played, and spoke, and shared eternal knowledge to those from today and tomorrow. The Aereis waited, and waited for three millennia, and finally the Kohiiki allmother left, sad and hopeless.

The Aereis flew down casting order and life in to a broken kingdom teaching them of the world from before, when the volcano was a mountain in a sea. When the very oasis they stood on was nothing more than an island therochales congregated in massive herds of thousands.

The broken lands stood in confliction staring hatefully at the first predators, the ones who caused this wonderlands destruction.

From this hate the Aereis allmother molded the land into what she thought as perfect.

A land with no rules and only her false prophecies stolen from the great lmakosauridons from that long taken sleep and dreamed of better days.

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I saw what had become of my waters filled with scratch marks, trying to get rid of what was the last words to this beloved place to me.

What changed?

I saw the Aereis, staring along the land like it was a junevile just out of the egg. What cruel fate was this?

I forged this land though my broken heart and it now belonged to a false god? They did not know who had forged these sands into something better, who watched it change and cry?

I looked for anything that remained, I may have been confined to the waters and held captive by the binds of the waves but the rain and wind told me songs and stories from tomorrow and today.

I listened to what happened, not of peace but of trickery and jealousy, and I raged.

I called every storm I could call hoping for change

I called for the greatest floods and the strongest hurricanes

The most evil gales that tore through mountains like paper

I called to every cloud and every drop of water to reek justice to what had been my hopes and dreams.

Dishonor to had been once was, but I am not cruel.

I called to the furies had sent to not harmed those who still remembered, those undeserving of the evils. Those who met justice would be given it in kind, I will reap just what they sought.

What was left of my land, stricken grew better, the red sands filled with blood no longer haunted the corrupt oasis. Trees grew tall and the island from yesterday grew back. But this cruelty still must meet justice.

I swam to the heart of this world and cried my regret, not thinking of the blood shed to a world that will never know. I will give something back to fix what had been lost.

I wanted to give the gift of a portal locked away. The wardens were long gone, I could not open it.

So I searched for some being who could. For decades a swam the endless waters, listened to the rains chatter and the winds excited symphonies.

I found what could’ve been, the tired ancient sar’hingaro from the days of the hellions, and it’s dying hope. I took what was needed, a soul for the freedom of a wastelands sorrows.

….

…

..

.

Finally my gift had been given, the world the wardens locked away in their unfit justice.

So few were left from that exile but they came back and I was happy.

I watched as my gift healed the blood that had built this tomorrow.

I am at peace now so I say this to my last hopes and dreams, I am ready to sleep I have rebuilt a world into something that yesterday had been, today had destroyed, and tomorrow was again.

It had been 20 long millennium and I am tired, so I sleep in the primordial rocks I came from with my two sisters. They will comfort me while I sleep, have been away from them for much to long…

From the ends of the earth and the reaches of the sky, my greatest treasure, I have told to you,

Till I awake again,

Leviathan

[untaemedqueen]

The Lions Den

Mafia!Yoongi x Wife!Hyunah

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 12.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Sub!Yoongi, Dom!Hyunah, Mistress Kink, Pain Kink, Degradation, Cigarette Ashing, Begging, Use Of A Cock Ring, Edging, Mentions Of A Safeword, Fellatio, Riding, Dry Orgasm, Impreg Kink (Sorta), Multiple Orgasms, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: Shout out to @xjoonchildx​ and @ladyartemesia​ for beta-ing this and rooting me on

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

Mirrors are a good way of reflecting. A good way to stare deep inside yourself and see who you really are. See what has made you become the person you are. 

Yoongi stares at the mirror for hours at a time. Just like today. 

His fingers traipse up and down the long scar on his face as he stares at his reflection. 

He can barely remember how he got it, he feels like he's had it for as long as he can remember. 

He can barely feel through the gnarled skin as he touches it. It's been a long time since he's seen his unmarred face. When this happened to him he was still living in Daegu with Taehyung by his side. 

They roamed the street. The worst of their kind. When Jimin found them it seemed to just make sense. For Yoongi, anyway.

A brotherhood. A family. God, he had gone his whole life without knowing what that was. He used to believe he was the devil incarnate. Thinking everything he had done was due to something wrong inside of him. 

But Jimin helped him. Helped him to change his anger into something more constructive. 

He had been given responsibilities then. The heavy load of moving illegal guns and shipments all on him. And, he found pride in that. He was worth something because of Jimin. He owed him his everything. 

He found camaraderie. He found his place in a world so dark that it no longer begged the question when would light ever come?

Finding himself meant finding his heart. Somewhere along the lines they became blurred. He had countless bodies drifting in and out of the large mansion he once lived in with his brothers.

As he touches his scar, he lets out a gentle snort. He remembers when he saw Y/N for the first time. He had been sleeping with Hyunah every so often even back then but Y/N now she was something new.

He can remember how appealing he found her. He wanted her. He wondered if he could ask Jimin for her, quite like Taehyung did with Hyejin. But, it wasn't in the cards. Literally.

He and Hyunah were together one night and she read him his fortune. Y/N was not for him, but Hyunah was.

There lied the problem then. This gorgeously fierce married woman was his destiny and he had to patiently wait for her husband to die. It was harrowing.

Gut wrenching even. But, in the end he had her. And oh, how he adores her. 

Truly destiny was shining upon him. 

She taught him and continues to teach him.

Teaches him to free himself from all of his burdens. All of his chains. And, his own mind. 

Lighting a cigarette his fingers trail to the back of his neck. Inhaling deeply, his eyes flutter shut as he feels the scarred skin. He can feel the olive branches and the incredible detail.

Exhaling the toxic smoke, he can hear the sound of heels behind him. The noise was once off putting but now it turns his bones to jello.

"Yoongi?" Hyunah's voice is gentle as her hands wrap around his bare torso. 

Her lips glide over his scar and he lets out a small sigh at the feeling. 

"Hmm." He whispers as a hand trails lower. She gropes his crotch roughly earning a groan from him as his cigarette dangles from his lips. 

"Do you need to be distracted? Are you caught up in your demons again?" Her voice is filled with taunting notions riddling him useless.

He gives a small nod with a whine, his head lolling back onto her shoulder. Taking the cigarette from his lips, she puts it in her own parted lips before squeezing his balls harder. 

“Let me hear you say it, darling. Let me hear it.” 

His body goes stiff as his mouth opens. Adoring the painful pleasure his wife gives to him so freely. 

“Yes, Mistress. I need it. I need to be distracted, please.” 

She hums into his ear, tugging him by the belt towards their large bed. Dripping with power and allure, he finds his cock hardening at the thought of being dominated by his wife. 

It takes a big man to admit he needs distracting. And, it takes an even bigger man to give his pride away in times of sexual need to his woman who transports him onto a different plane. 

She steps in front of him. His eyes on her low cut gown before being shoved backwards onto the bed. Hitting the pillows, he watches her inhale from his cigarette. His mouth opens slightly as she narrows her eyes down at him. 

God, she was so good at making him feel feeble and small. So good at taking away his thoughts and bringing him to a state of complete need. 

She starts to undress in front of him. Slowly dragging down the expensive fabric of her gown and he finds himself enraptured by the sections of skin she begins to show. His hand reaches up to touch her and the sharp breath she takes between her teeth has him recoiling in seconds. 

“Did I say you could touch?” The sharpness of her voice makes it difficult for him to swallow.

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry. I’ll behave.” She scoffs at his words gently before raising her heeled foot and pressing it into his chest.

Groaning at the sharp twinge of pain as her pointed heel digs into his sternum, he can’t help but feel his cock twitch and grow with need in his briefs. 

“Looks like you, young man, need to learn some manners.” She whispers before discarding her dress from her body.

The black lace bodice she adorns hugs her body perfectly, thrusting her large breasts up to the heavens as she ashes her cigarette on the floor. 

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Yoongi gasps as she digs her heel deeper into his chest. 

Laying back fully he submits himself willingly to her. Anything and everything she wants, he would more than happily provide. 

“What should I do for you today? Hmm? Should I make you ravage me till you’re crying to cum? Should I fuck your tight little hole until you beg for release?” She teases before ashing on his briefs. 

His eyes roll back as she replaces her foot on his chest with her hand. She gives soothing strokes before burning out the cigarette on the floor. 

“Anything Mistress. Please.” Yoongi can barely recognize his own voice, so needy and whimpering. But, that’s when he’s the best. When he no longer feels like himself. 

She turns her nose up at his words before walking away and he can feel his need for her growing as he stares at the globes of her ass as they jiggle. She leans against the bureau of bedroom treasures before opening the double doors wide. 

“I think you need some good old fashioned edging.” She says as she grabs the tightest cock ring from the loop on the wall.

He would normally protest but with all this Im business lately, all this stress, he wants to be so frustrated. 

Licking his lips, he nods to her as he leans up on his elbows. She watches him stew and fester for a few minutes, letting his eyes roam over her body. She feels powerful off of his love. If there was one thing about Lee Hyunah, she loves the human body and the power you can have by taking others' power away. 

She prowls over slowly, relishing in the way he palms at his fully erect cock. She relishes in the whine he gives as she straddles him. 

“Baby.” She whispers in his ear and his eyes are trained on her breasts as she bends down.

“Y-Yes Mistress.” He mewls as she tugs his hair roughly. 

“Mistress loves you.” He sighs gratefully, eyes squeezing shut at the pain as his tongue licks at his lips. 

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for loving me. I don’t deserve it.” He mumbles as she kisses down his face. Stopping at the gnarled scar before licking it.  

He shivers beneath her, hands gripping at the bedsheets knowing better than to touch without being told to. 

“Down, baby.” She instructs and his elbows cave in on the mattress within seconds of her instruction.

She kisses down his chest, taking it slow where his cigarette burns and his large scar is that Y/N so dutifully stitched up many years ago. His gasps and groans make her smirk against his skin. 

It’s powerful, isn’t it? The bond between two people when you truly just let things be. He trusts her completely, and in turn she is his biggest failsafe. 

“Tell me your safeword and we can play.” She says as she hooks two fingers into the band of his briefs. 

He clears his throat, ripping his eyes away from her breasts to look at her. 

“Feather.” He whispers. 

Snapping the band back to him, he grits his teeth as her lips explore his lower half. Her teeth nip gently at the skin above his underwear and he finds it difficult to keep his ass planted on the bed. 

She tugs down his briefs roughly, raising an eyebrow at how angry red the mushroom tip is today. He must really need to be distracted. 

His cock is bigger than her late husband, slightly curved with pretty rose veins that litter the long length. He was the perfect thickness. He was perfect, in all truthfulness. Everything about him was made for her. Destiny smiled upon them in this lifetime. 

She kisses down his long length earnings gasps and whimpers. His eyes fall shut once more, adoring her plush lips against his heated member. 

“Thank you Mistress. Thank you for touching me.” He gasps out as her sharp nails dig into the taut skin of his thighs. 

Precum beads mercilessly at the bulbous tip, Hyunah watches with patient eyes as it slowly begins to glide down the considerable length. 

“Look at how much of a fucking baby you are. I haven’t even really touched you and you’re begging to release.” Her finger picks up the precum before entering the single digit into her mouth.

 Yoongi’s hips thrust upward at her sensual action, watching how her tongue swirls around her finger with precision. 

“Jesus. Please, Mistress. I’m so fucking hard. Please touch me more.” She clicks her teeth at his words before grasping his face in her hand. Smushing his cheeks as her nails dig into his skin.

“You get what I give and you’ll appreciate it. Do you understand me?” With a feeble whimper he nods to her. 

She was painfully good at the long game. She has gone hours with him, teasing and turning his cock purple before even letting him orgasm once. And, if he kept it up today, it would be a repeat if he didn’t get his head on straight.

Sliding the cock ring on, he takes in a sharp breath at the tightness. She strokes his cock once, twice, three times just to hear her name tumble from his perfect lips before stopping. 

“You had bad thoughts today, didn’t you Yoongi? That’s why you want to be punished?” His wife asks as she points to the headboard. 

Scrambling up to the top of the bed, he curses beneath his breath. Of course, she would know. 

“Yes.” He admits as he situates himself as she wants. 

“And what did you think of that got you in this mournful mood?” She asks, straddling his thigh.

In the short amount of time it took for him to get to the top of the bed, her pussy was already unsheathed from her lace panties. Gleaming wet in the daylit master bedroom. She begins to ride his thigh, bottom lip purchasing between her teeth. 

God, she’s a fucking masterpiece. He can feel his cock throbbing harsher with the cock ring. Begging to be touched, to find any relief at all.

“I saw Y/N this morning.” He whispers nervously. 

She hums to him as she brushes her hair over her shoulders. His eyes fall to her arousal on his thigh and he flexes his muscles just to hear a wanton gasp of approval from his wife.

“You did?” She asks as she closes her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure. 

“Yeah. She had on that nightgown. The one I like. With the- fuck.” He groans out as his wife strips himself of her corset. 

Her breasts bounce out, free from the leather and he whines as her nipples begin to harden in the chilly air of their home. 

“Mistress, may I? Please? Your tits are so beautiful.” He begs her, his eyes turning as big as saucers as he looks up at her.

“Go ahead, baby.” 

His arms wrap around her back quickly, tugging her roughly to his body. Snaking his tongue out, he runs circles around her areola before encasing her stiff peaked nipple with his lips. He groans loudly as his hands grip at her flesh. 

Her scent is vanilla and lavender and it brings him comfort smelling it. She was his home and he knew it all too well.

“Good boy.” She moans gently as he abandons one breast for the other. She rocks quicker against his thigh, chasing her own high as his cock leaks more precum in its forsaken state. Her nails run down his chest, leaving bright red lines in their wake.

“You’re so gorgeous Mistress. Thank you for using me.” He whispers out.

“Why am I using you, baby? Tell Mistress.”

“Because I don’t deserve to be touched or pleased. I don’t deserve to feel your beautiful cunt around me for having such thoughts today.” He chokes out as she shoves him back against the headboard. His mouth gives an audible pop as he is ripped away from her breast.

He curses gently as he watches her reach the peak of her pleasure. Adoring the small simpers and whines she gives out before her hips stutter. He pulls her hips roughly, earning a loud moan as she orgasms. Her body undulates in his grasp as she rides out her pleasure. 

He grits his teeth as his cock throbs. The pain becoming almost unbearable. 

“So you saw Y/N today.” Hyunah says as she hops off of his thigh and he sighs. 

He was always truthful with his wife. He didn’t love Y/N, of course. His wife had his heart and more, but yet there was still this pressing attraction to the woman who he has known for years. 

“Yes. And she was wearing that nightgown.” Hyunah hums as she inhales from her cigarette. 

“So your prick got hard because the pretty girl was wearing a nice dress? Hmm?” She mocks and his cheeks blush pink at her degradation.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He murmurs as she spits on his cock.

“It’s because you love power. You love a woman that can hold their own and you’re just a simpering little man that needs to be punished. Isn’t that right?” He nods fervently to his wife as she presses the cigarette to his lips. 

She lets the cigarette dangle as she bows down. Her tongue licks a circle around the head of his cock and his back smacks into the headboard at her action. 

“Oh, fuck. You suck my cock so well. Thank you Mistress.” He whines before inhaling. 

“Tell me why you like to see the powerful woman you work for.” She taunts as she bows her head down on him. Working assiduously on his cock, she smacks his inner thigh as he finds it difficult to concentrate on any words.

“She just...fuck, baby.” He whines as he cards his fingers through her long hair. 

Smacking his hand away from her head, he closes his eyes before pulling the cigarette from his lips. Her mouth was so wet and warm on him, tears pool in her eyes as she deepthroats his large cock. 

“You know me. You know I only love you baby.” He murmurs and he knows it’s the wrong answer as she pulls off of him. He groans loudly in frustration as his pleasure is ebbed away. 

“I know you do. I don’t want those words. Tell me or I’ll leave you here like this.” He scoffs gently before nodding as his wife bends back down.

“She just looked pretty and soft in the nightgown. She’s pregnant again and I-” Hyunah lets her teeth graze the long length of his cock and he shivers mid sentence. 

Pulling off of him, she straddles him fully before slowly sliding down on his cock. “God, your pussy feels so fucking good Mistress. Thank you for fucking me.” He groans out as she stills on top of him.

“That's what it is? You like to see your boss all pregnant and still so powerful?” His cock throbs within her and she raises her eyebrows impressed. 

“Can we stop talking about it? You know I’m faithful to you and only you. I’m sorry I had those thoughts… I need to be punished, baby.” He whines out as he ashes out the cigarette. His hands find their place on her hips as she begins to bounce on his cock.

He watches her breasts sway with each bounce. Watching how her mouth opens at the pleasure of being filled so nicely with his large cock. 

He could feel his pleasure coming too. Feeling his cock thickening and throbbing as he throws his head back with a loud moan. 

“I know you’re faithful, baby. Or else you wouldn't have a cock or balls left. But, you shouldn’t be ashamed of finding your boss attractive. The human body is so beautiful. Like now, I’m going to make you cum and you’re going to cry. And, it's going to be beautiful. ” She whispers in his ear as she presses her breasts to his chest. 

His fingers grip harder at her skin as she rides his cock. His eyes wander to the place where they’re joined and he bites his bottom lip at how much of his wifes arousal is on his cock. How slick and messy she was for him. His neck veins jut out as he swallows thicky, savoring this pleasurable pain. 

His cock was so relentlessly hard, begging to cum. She nips at the skin of his neck, adoring the way he holds her closer as he moans her name. He becomes lost in the sensual act, forgetting his role as submissive and just teetering on the edge of pleasure. 

“I’m going to cum. Fuck. Baby, please let me. I’m dying.” He begs of her and she pulls off of him. He sobs loudly at the loss, his head tilting and eyes shutting as his orgasm slips away from him. 

“You find her so attractive when she’s pregnant because you can’t help but think about how Jimin drilled that child into her cunt, don’t you? You would love to have the balls to be that confident.” He wipes at his cheeks before clearing his throat.

It’s true. He knows it. His wife certainly knows it.

She slaps his cock, earning his eyes on hers as he stares into her black irises. 

“Yes.” He whispers.

“But you're not that confident. What are you?” She asks as she slides back down on his cock. 

With a stunted gasp, his hands reach up for her breasts and she allows it. She coos gently as she wipes his cheeks as more tears fall.

“I’m just your weak baby. Just want my Mistress to fuck me good and make me beg for it.” He whispers and she hums to him.

Kissing him hard, she begins to bounce on his cock again. Their tongues sliding over one anothers and he can taste alcohol on her tongue. Biting his bottom lip harshly, she whimpers as he pinches and rolls her nipples between his fingertips. 

“You’re such a good boy. Your cock fills me so nicely.” She moans out as her head lolls back. 

His hips lift meeting her every bounce and he takes pleasure in the way her thighs quiver. She was close to her next orgasm and he wants nothing but to please her. He fucks up into her faster, adoring her gasps and hearing his name from her lips.

“Please Mistress, please say my name again. Let me hear you say my name.” He begs as he pulls her close. Her arms wrap around his neck and his cock shudders within her as her ragged breath fans over his ear.

“Yoongi.” She whispers before biting down on his earlobe. 

Without warning he orgasms. Groaning loudly in her ear as his hips still. It doesn’t confuse him anymore but it still hurts. Dry orgasms were his worst form of punishment and his eyes well up with tears as the short pleasure turns into sharp shooting pain.

“Fuck. Your cock is so amazing. Just a pretty little toy for your Mistress to get off on.” 

“Y-Yes Mistress. Just your little sextoy.” He chokes out as tears streak over his cheeks. 

Rolling her hips, his cock fills every part of her and she sighs wantonly as her pleasure builds. Even in his pain, he adores her. Adores how her chest heaves towards him as she lets out small squeaks and moans. 

“I’m going to cum on your big cock, baby. Wouldn’t that be so nice? To have your Mistress cum all over you?” He nods fervently as she tugs at his hair. 

“Yes. Please, please cum on my cock. Show me how much you love your toy.”

“Such a good boy.” She praises and his heart swells at the compliment. 

She orgasms again, her cunt tightening and milking his cock as she whines out his name. 

She caresses his face as she goes through her pleasure. Ears ringing with white noise as she watches him bite down on his bottom lip. 

“Would you let me give you a baby, Mistress? Would you?” He asks as she hops off of him. 

Taking off the cock ring, he chokes on a gasp as the blood rushes back into his cock. He preens as she strokes him, the sensitivity almost making him scream out his safeword. 

“Of course I would, baby.” They both knew that Hyunah couldn’t- and wouldn’t have anymore kids. But it wasn’t about really wanting a baby for Yoongi. It was about “wanting to be man enough to do it.” He envied Jimin sometimes. He always found it easy to get what he wants and being man enough to take it. 

Although his persona was one to be rivaled with, Yoongi was just feeble. Needing to be controlled and begging to be distracted.

“You know your Mistress would let you put a baby inside of her. Let you get me knocked up and rely on you to take care of me.” He nods at her words as she lays back. Her legs spread for him and he jumps at the chance to situate himself inside them. 

He prods at her entrance, tongue licking over her neck as he inched his way inside. He gasps at her tightness, burying his face in her neck as he bucks into her with all of his strength. 

“Yeah? You’d let me get you real big with my baby and make me take care of you? I’d wait on you hand and foot. Make you know how great of a man I am.” He mumbles through gritted teeth.

Her nails rake down his back as she moans his name. He fucks her with force, almost sending her body down the bed if he didn’t have a good grasp on her.

“I’m your little bitch with a big, fat cock but if I got you pregnant you’d need me to take care of you. You’d beg me to help you.” He seethes out and she screams in pleasure as he presses her knees to her chest.

“You let my cock get so hard that it’s painful Mistress. Fuck, your pussy feels so good!” He whines as she kisses over his scar.

“You’re such a good boy for me, you deserve to cum a big load in my pussy.”

“Yeah, shit. I love pleasing you, Mistress. I love being so good for you.” His cock thickens and throbs with each thrust and he finds himself sobbing again. He pleases her? If that’s the case it’s tenfold for him. 

His body wracks with pleasure. White hot and nerve tingling pleasure courses through him as he finds himself close to his release. 

“Hyunah. Fuck. I love you. I love you so much baby. Christ!” He sobs out as he feels his balls tighten. 

“I love you too, baby.” She whispers before running her fingers through his hair. 

With a loud groan, he orgasms. He hugs her tightly to his body as ropes of cum paint her inner walls. 

“Yes.” He whines loudly before sighing. It seems to be never ending, the amount of cum he lets out. 

Finally, he lifts off of his wife before pulling out of her gently. With a hum, she closes her legs and he smirks at her as she grabs two cigarettes off of the bedside table. 

He lights them for them before leaning back against the headboard. “Thanks, baby. I needed that.” He murmurs as he slings his arm over her shoulder. Her fingers glide over the large scar on his stomach and he looks down before putting his head back. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asks as his thumb rubs comforting circles on her shoulder. She smiles before nodding and pressing her bare body into his side.

“I know. I love you too.” He closes his eyes as he pulls from his cigarette. 

“You’ve been having a rough week. With all of the Im stuff and everything and I know you need to be distracted.” His wife says as she ties her hair up into a bun. 

He clears his throat before looking out the large windows of their shared home. 

“Something is looming around here. A dark spirit. An aura black as coal. And, we need to be ready when it wants to come and shroud us all.” Hyunah whispers as she stares off into the distance. Her voice was her own and yet completely disembodied. 

He’s gotten used to it by now. Everything that she predicts, everything she sees always rings true. With a sigh, he buries his face into her neck.

“Something is coming.” She whispers.

He wasn’t sure when he drifted off to sleep. When he awoke from his nap, he was groggy and more tired than when he fell out. His wife wasn’t in the bed with him and it was dark outside already. 

“Mr. Min, sir.” That voice, the voice of death. 

Rolling his eyes, he leans across the bed before grabbing a cigarette and packing it against the table.

“What Jeeves?” He mocks Hyunah’s loyal butler.

“It’s Ohshin, sir.” He always has to tell Yoongi his real name as if he hasn’t learned it by now. He was too old and decrepit to understand his humor, or so he thinks.

“Yeah. I’m aware. What do you want?” He asks, lighting his cigarette and watching the white smoke lazily rise towards the ceiling. 

“You have a package. Someone left it on the doorstep for you. No return to sender.”  The old man says and Yoongi nods before waving him out of the room.

Entering the grand kitchen, he takes in his older wife as she stares at the large box on the granite countertop. 

“What’s the matter, babe?” He questions before yawning loudly. 

She doesn’t acknowledge him as she stares at the white cardboard. 

“This box is filled with pain and misery. I can hear...screaming, can feel blood splattering.” He takes in her shaking hand as she lifts it to pull from her cigarette.

“Hey...Hey.” He whispers comfortingly as he walks around the counter to hold her.

“I can feel the sorrow. The confusion. Something horrible is in this box.” She seethes through her teeth and Yoongi can sense her nerves. 

He rubs comforting circles on her bare back as he kisses her cheek. He can feel her body trembling. His eyes flit to the box before tilting his head. 

“Jeeves!” He calls loudly to the empty kitchen and he waits patiently as he coddles his wife to his side.

“Sir.” 

“Get my wife a glass of wine and bring it out to the patio.” He says before kissing her temple. She looks over at him as her eyes become glassy.

“I can feel the pain.” She whispers, tapering off and broken at the end.

“Okay, baby… Alright.” He whispers gently. 

Taking her hand, he leads her to the back patio before opening the door. “Just smoke a cigarette. Drink the wine and relax. Alright? I’ll get rid of the box.” He tells her before pecking her lips gently. 

She gives a shell shocked nod. Her legs are trembling as she takes small steps to the chaise lounge beneath the beige canopy. He waits for her butler to hand her the glass of wine and he nods to Ohshin to stay outside with her.

He shoves the box, pulling his gun out from the back of his waistband. It makes no movement. There’s no smell. It’s just a white cardboard box. 

He lights a cigarette before opening the flaps of the box. He shivers in the eerie quietness of the house before peaking into the box. 

“Oh Christ!” He yells as he backs up. 

A hand with no fingers and a scalp of hair sit prettily inside the box. 

Yoongi’s stomach rolls and he closes the box quickly. Pressing both of his hands to the counter, his body heaves forward. He tucks his head between his arms as he takes a deep breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He mumbles before cracking his neck.

“What is it?” He hears from the patio. His head lifts quickly before grabbing the box off of the counter and angling his face away from it.

“Just stay inside and don’t go out. Do you hear me?” He asks his wife as he takes off towards the entryway of their home. 

“Baby?” His wife calls confused.

“I have to speak with Jimin. Stay inside, babe.” He repeats before ripping open the door and heading towards the other mansion.

[aster-aspera]

Oleander

Prompt was given to me by @skylarstarlight so blame her for all the angst

Relationship: Logince

Warnings: Major character death, injury, blood, betrayal, angst, technically unsympathetic roman ig? Im going to put that warning here in any case, unhappy ending

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Roman watched Logan from the back of the tent, admiring the sharp slant of his shoulders, the way his long, curly hair cascaded down his shoulders and unveiled the soft brown skin at the back of his neck. He’d been at it for hours, poring over maps with that concentrated furrow grifted into his face, occasionally bringing up a hand to brush some stray locks out of his face, before he turned all his attention back to the mess of papers on the large hardwood table. 

Roman was technically here to stop him from working, to drag him away from staring at how badly they were losing for just a few minutes and get him to eat some dinner. And those plans were definitely still on Roman’s to-do list, but for just a moment, he let himself stare at the other. They didn’t often get quiet moments in the midst of all the chaos that surrounded them. An advisor always flurrying around Roman, a commander pestering Logan about battle plans or food supplies. Roman wanted to save this little bubble of silence for as long as it could last.

“Are you going to continue to stand there growing mushrooms or are you going to speak?” Logan piped up with a soft chuckle, apparently tired of being stared at. 

“My apologies love, I was just admiring your beauty.”

Logan gave him a tight smile. “I’m sure you have better things to do than simply watch me.”

“Nope,” Roman said brightly, wrapping his arms around Logan enthusiastically and tucking his chin over his shoulder. “Never a wrong time for that.”

Logan sighed but begrudgingly gave into the hold, placing his hands over Roman’s where they were tightly wrapped around his stomach. 

“You should eat,” Roman murmured softly as he swayed them both from side to side. Logan hummed noncommittally. “I have work,” he deflected.

“And you’re of no use to us if you pass out from hunger.”

Logan buried his head in Roman’s shoulder. “It’s not like anyone thinks I’m useful either way,” he mumbled.

Roman looked up at Logan, dislodging his head from his shoulder. “Hey now,” he said firmly, “No one thinks that. You’re really smart and you’ve helped us so much.” 

Logan didn't meet his eyes. “We should eat,” he said shortly, “I need to finish organising these supply runs.”

Roman chewed his lip uncertainly as Logan pulled away from him and headed out the tent towards the campfire, the embers dancing up to the sky in dizzying spirals. 

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Roman paced from one side of the tent to the other, periodically pushing open the flap to gaze out at the midnight quiet camp. An occasional guard strolled passed, bowing to him before he waved them off impatiently. He huffed and flopped down on the bed, watching the faint luminance of the moon filter through the thick tent fabric. 

He jerked up at the rustling of the tent flap and relief brightened his mood as he saw Logan make his way in. The relief was quickly doused with ice cold dread at the way Logan looked, hair a ragged mess, circles under his eyes so dark they could rival Virgil, bruises and scrapes littering his long limbs. 

“Where the hell were you?” Roman burst out, concern and worry and bittersweet relief forming a toxic mixture in the back of his throat. 

Logan’s expression shuttered close and he drew his arms around himself defensively. “Leading your army, that’s what I was doing,” he hissed out.

“No you weren’t! You disobeyed orders again, you put yourself and our soldiers in danger.”

Logan looked past Roman, his expression blank and unreadable. “Of course, and the people we tried to help, what about them?”

Roman sighed in frustration, running his hand through his hair. “I know Lo, I know it sucks, but people are always going to get hurt. And you can’t just run out there and pretend you know better than everyone else.”

“Do you think,” Logan murmured softly, eyes still glued to where a patch of crass crept in under the walls of the tent, “that maybe we’re not the ones in the right here?” 

Roman stiffened. “I’m trying to protect my kingdom. Don’t you dare try and tell me that's wrong.”

Logan finally looked back at him, those deep, night dark eyes staring into him. “How many people have been killed in your meaningless quest of stubborness and glory, how many more people are going to lose their homes and their children? That’s your kingdom, not those spoiled nobles in their pretty palaces.”

“And what do you suggest I do then?” Roman hissed back venomously, “Just let those invaders in? So that they can lock us up in cells or behead us? Is that really what you want?”

“Maybe it is,” Logan whispered, mournful eyes boring into Roman’s. He turned on his heels and walked out the tent, coat flaring behind him, hair spilling past his shoulders like the pitch black river of Styx.

It was the last time they were together in their shared tent. An abrupt end to the cold nights they spent curled up so tight together they could barely breathe. An abrupt ending to the lazy mornings when Logan would card a hand through Roman’s hair as he read, and Roman would sleep as long as he possibly could. An abrupt end to Logan pressing kisses all over Roman’s body and telling him he was beautiful. 

Roman tried not to stare at his slender hands as they pointed out places on maps. Tried not to quail under that sharp, piercing gaze as it swept over him, barely giving him a second glance before he snapped out an order that ended up ignored. They had all noticed Logan wasn’t in good graces with the prince anymore and it seemed all they had been waiting for to right out shun and scorn him.

Every day, Roman could see the lines in Logan’s shoulder tense more, his face harden and the curious gleam to his eyes dull. 

Roman turned away every time, too much of a coward to face him.

And one day, he didn’t see him at all. Not at the meetings, not anywhere in the camp. He asked around, trying not to appear as worried as he was and the others just shrugged, refusing to meet his eye.

His bed was stripped bare from the tent he had been sharing with others, all his possessions presumably packed away and taken with him. 

Roman tried not to show his worries. Logan was a grown man after all, and he had made his position here perfectly clear. He could handle himself. 

But it didn’t stop Roman from missing his eyes and his careful touch and soothing voice. He wished things had gone differently, but he knew that one fight was merely the match that lit the fuse already soaked in kerosine. Merely the spark to set off the feelings Logan had been hiding away for so long. 

And after seeing how the others treated him, Roman couldn’t really fault him for it.

Roman slipped out of the camp, as the heavy monsoon rains gentled into a soft drizzle, the warmth of the afternoon turning the night foggy. Logan’s letter sat tucked in his pocket, held near to his heart, which was beating in a mixture of hope and apprehension. It had been four months, four months since Logan had stormed out of their tent, leaving Roman with an empty bed and an empty heart. He walked silently through the forest, the occasional leaf crunching underfoot as around him the canopy rustled from the rain it caught. He followed the familiar path from memory alone, a soft smile curling his lips as he remembered sneaking out at midnight to go watch the stars with Logan. 

He stepped into that familiar clearing, looking up at the sky in hopes he would spot some of the stars Logan had pointed out for him, but all he saw were the thick grey clouds. His eyes drifted down and he saw Logan, standing in the middle of the clearing, one single lantern casting a circle of light around him, his hair misted with rain. He brushed his glasses dry with the sleeves of his coat and placed them back on his nose. 

Roman walked up to him, unsure why Logan had asked him to come here and scared of what he would say. Logan watched him come, face blank and expressionless.

“Roman,” he greeted, and where once his name had sounded warm and fond on those lips, it now sounded cool and cordial.

“Logan,” Roman replied, and he couldn’t hide the hope in his voice, the hope that this would be an apology, that everything could go back to the way it had been.

“I’m here with an offer,” Logan said, his words formal and serious, so unlike the nicknames and jokes they used to share. “The people are tired of the war. It has only brought them pain and loss. I ask you to end it, give in now and you shall not be harmed. You and your court shall be safe and more capable rulers shall take over the kingdom.”

Roman’s heart froze at those words, uttered so matter of fact. As if the years of his life, the effort and pain he had put into winning this war and keeping his kingdom safe meant nothing. As if he was the one in the wrong here.

He had come here to hear Logan’s apology. He had expected him to admit how much he missed him and that he was wrong and then he would have taken Logan into his arms and everything could have been right again. 

But no, here he stood, resolute, so self assured and infuriating. 

A breeze blew past and the lapels of Logan’s coat lifted, revealing the crest proudly emblazoned on the flags of their enemies, the crest that Roman had been taught to hate. Fury filled him at the sight.

“You’re with them,” he growled, grabbing the coat and displaying the crest for all the world to see. The forest around them didn’t seem impressed. 

“I’m on the side with the least blood on their hands,” Logan said calmly, pushing his glasses further up his nose, “Which you have never been.”

Roman shook his head. “You’re working with the enemy. I trusted you!” His fist tightened on the thick wool fabric.

“Roman please,” Logan said softly, emotion filtering into his voice for the first time, “You’ve been taught by everyone around you that this is what you have to do, that this is your birthright, but they’re wrong. You can choose your own destiny.”

He drew himself up to his full height, looming over Roman. “Take the offer and we can leave this kingdom together. We can build our own life.”

Roman shook his head. “No,” he choked out as tears welled up in his eyes, “No! you’re just… You’re trying to trick me. You never loved me or you wouldn’t do this.”

“Roman,” Logan said gently, cloying sympathy in his voice and Roman could only feel that burning, corrosive rage in his gut, his mouth tasted sour and he could barely see through his anger. Logan gasped suddenly and stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening in shock and betrayal.

Roman let go of his coat and looked down, his mind registering the ornate handle of a familiar knife, and blood pooling on the navy vest. He looked up, mouth opening and closing mutely, as if Logan could explain. As if he could tell him why there was a knife in Logan’s gut. Why was it his knife. Plunged in so deep only the hilt still showed.

“No,” Roman whispered as Logan sank to the ground, a high keen tearing itself from his lips.  

He breathed in raggedly, hands curling on the forest floor, dirt staining those slender hands. He looked up at Roman, eyes pleading, scared. 

“Please,” he choked and Roman backed away as he reached out a hand to him, reaching for anything that could save him. Blood pooled around his body, the heavy wool of his coat darkening almost imperceptibly as the leaves around him turned red. “Roman,” he rasped and Roman had never heard Logan sound afraid like that.

He kneeled down, dirt muddying his pants and reached out to take Logan’s hand. He pulled away at how cold his skin was. 

“You betrayed me,” he whispered and Logan only continued breathing those ragged, gasping breaths, eyes staring into the middle distance. “It’s not my fault,” he said, because it couldn’t be. Logan was wrong. Logan had betrayed him.

But then why did it hurt so much?

“You never loved me!” Roman burst out. “Come on, just say something! Don’t just lie there!” He yelled because Logan was never this quiet. He always had something smart and stuck up to say. 

“Say something,” Roman pleaded and Logan shuddered, eyes glazed over as they stared up at the sky. 

Roman looked up, to a sky as dark and cloudy as Logan’s eyes. A sky that once was filled with stars and was now flat and empty.

“Logan?” he whispered softly, reaching out to take his hand. Logan didn’t react, he just stared up at that empty sky and Roman felt an ache spread in his chest as he curled his fingers around Logan’s palm, brushing off the dirt.