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Not calling ATEEZ hyung line by their nicknames.
warnings: fluff, a bit of angst? not proofread
a/n: also super old I'm just clearing out the drafts atp and i realised I haven't posted anything atz in a while and that's unacceptable đ€
ateez masterlist.
Hongjoong.
âą side eyed you the first time you did it
âą though he brushed it off, not thinking too much of it
âą but then he starts to get kind of annoyed as you continued it
âą what's going on?
âą reflects on what he has done this past week but comes up with nothing strange
âą even if there was, he trusts that you'll be honest with him
âą so he concludes that you were just trying to annoy him
âą and boy, he is annoyed. More than he likes to admit
âą though he had always claimed to hate those 'silly ass nicknames', as he called it, you gave him
âą he really misses it
âą but he wasn't going to say that
âą instead, he planned to make you give up. How?
âą he just started ignoring you đ until you had to call him by his nickname to get him to respond
"... you're so sneaky..."
"And you're hanging out with Wooyoung too much."
Seonghwa.
âą worried
âą initially thinks that you did it accidentally
âą but obviously that wasn't the case when you kept doing it
âą worries thinking if he did something wrong
âą were you annoyed with him? Did he do something to upset you?
âą he couldn't really think of anything he has done, making him sort of frustrated
âą did he forget something?
âą he didn't want think too much so he decided to finally ask you
âą "honey, did I do something to upset you?"
âą faced with his concerned face, you instantly felt guilty for worrying him
âą you didn't expect him to take it so seriously
âą you spewed out apologies while hugging him, saying that you only wanted to see his reaction
âą he's relieved now but also a bit upset
âą but alas, he could never stay mad at you for too long
"... you're giving me early gray hairs..."
Yunho.
âą ok so for context, you were kind of annoyed with him
âą he had eaten that last piece of pistachio pastry that YOU were saving!
âą you had already told him that before but you guessed he forgot it
âą you knew he wouldn't have done that if he remembered and even if he did
âą you knew that he'll buy the entire thing for you if you just mention it
âą but you didn't, not wanting to seem petty (definitely not self reflecting)
âą you couldn't help your behaviour though, you had a bad day so now it only annoyed you more
âą he noticed almost immediately (hard not to when you basically wear your emotions on your sleeves)
âą concerned but also a bit amused, he tried asking you but you just brushed him off saying 'it was nothing'
âą it was never nothing
âą but he quickly figured it out after seeing you sulking near the fridge. The cake!
âą he booked it out of there after realising, saying that he'll be back soon
âą you were confused but then gaped, seeing him come back precisely 15 mins later after buying basically the whole shop
âą "Honey, I'm sorry...."
âą so of course, you couldn't stay mad at his stupidly handsome smile and sweet self
"So if you forgive me then, can I have another bite?"
Yeosang.
âą took him a while to notice it
âą but when he did, he was mostly confused.
âą maybe it was an accident?? You probably didn't realise..
âą but then he kinda started to worry when you kept doing it..
âą wonders if he did something wrong, thinking you were mad at him
âą it doesn't really mention it tho, not wanting to accidentally upset you anymore..
âą though it's obvious that he's sad
âą looking like a kicked puppy. you could just the imagine the droopy puppy ears on him đ
âą you felt so bad and immediately hugged him saying that you only did it to see his reaction
âą and then proceeded to shower him with affection (his little shy smile as you do đ„č)
âą he wasn't upset but just glad that you weren't mad at him or anything
"So you weren't mad at me?"
#ateez#ateez x reader#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#kang yeosang x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez headcanons#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#ateez fluff#ateez angst#mingoooossiiââââ#kpop#SoundCloud#Spotify
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I was finally able to fill my queue today, so Princess Legacy should start posting again tomorrow morning! I can't wait to see how you guys feel about the events that are going to unfold...
#payte speaks#Was also thinking about Ryan's Legacy today#I miss Itsuki and Winnie so much#PL is the save thats inspiring me the most right now#but I might take a look through my massive screenshot folder for RL and see if anything motivates me to write#We'll see#I'm definitely not giving up on that save tho#That is a fact!!!#payte rambles in tags
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still kinda not over ichiro taking a bite out of his hamburger in the leaders bonus hypster track and going 'it's so good!! it tastes really meaty!!' lmao
#vee queued to fill the void#ichiro's been shown to be somewhat neglectful towards himself when it comes to food lol#he knows what tastes good to have made the world class yamada curry tho despite not having the vocabulary for it lol#and that's the most important part tbh lol tho i kinda wonder if he workshopped it with anybody đ€#like in that dod chapter where samatoki gives ichiro his new home and business lol before daddy samatoki showed up#the bros were all eating convenience store bento boxes which means none of them were cooking for each other yet#and that might be consequence of their living space at the time lol but what if after the upgrade#ichiro felt more obligated to cook for his bros so they could grow well with good food and needed advice on cooking lol#i think it'd be cute if nmcd all got together to help ichiro learn to cook is what i'm saying lol#equally as cute is if the bros got together and taught themselves (tho that may have been a trainwreck lol)#but jiro and saburo both describe the yamada curry as ichiro's so that tells me it's usually an ichiro recipe#but anyway samatoki learned to bake for his sister ichiro would definitely be the same mindset#but let's give ichiro more happy moments associated with food like kuukou's lowkey already been trying to do lol#and have all his friends workshop the recipe with him đ„șđ„șđ„ș#vee is arting#save for that kuukou comic this is the last of my art backlog lol#which means no more art for another three months or sumn lmao đđđđđđ#(i need to promise to myself to not go that long without drawing again lol đđđđđ)
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Reading moodboard #84430940 (Patreon)
#Doodles#I wonder what this is in reference to lol - could be anything really!#Bit funny actually - I was reading something else in overlap at the time - a fic from another fandom though it ended up not being for me#Different authors just speak to different people! It was fun to come back to something familiar and realize Just how much I appreciate it ah#Novel and familiar! My very favourite <3 And of course it was a wonderful experience on top of that hehe âȘâ«#Numbers lol - I really have done way too much age headcanon math pfft#I just love timelines! And even if the hints aren't exact they /are/ hints and I'm going to use them!!#The numbers that are established are such fun markers - and using characterization as hints towards how many years have passed! Ah! âȘ#Like how it's definitely possible that Max took a two year but considering his family he was probably pushed to do a four year#There's no confirmation either way but it's just so fun to consider what they'd do based on how they're written!#These are the kind of written math problems I enjoy hehe#I was being a bit self-deprecating for that doodle actually tho lol - art mimics life and all that pfft#Also confirmation of him being a Lit Major â€ïžđđđđ Small details give me big love you must understand this lol#As evidenced lol âȘ Adding to my playlist definitely didn't help it very strongly upgraded to Big Love for like a week straight lol#Terrible âȘ Couldn't stand it <3 Genuinely painful â«#Lol - ''finding'' more - it's what had my blood on fire! I'm so grateful for mirrors#Anyone who's been following me for a while knows I have this whole thing about Legacy and what you leave behind and the internet in general#That the internet is forever except when it's not - that plenty of things get deleted or lost etc. etc. and it makes me very sad :(#So seeing that there was an in-built preservation - it only saved Some things but anything saved is precious!! It made me very happy <3#And then finishing off đđ Beautifully heartbreaking ah#Even skim-reading later made me cry again! It's deeply affecting hhh#Another experience I'm so happy to be able to have â„ Another tally on the wall haha <3
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"Don't you ever wonder what waits beyond the stars,"
"Where the sun we know is only a cinder in the sky?"
#GW2#Guilds Wars 2#sylvari#my posts#Dreamer Seren#i've had Seren for a really long time#but only JUST FINALLY went back and gave her a design#she was just in the Herald of Aurene outfit for ages HDFHFDH#tho i still need to get the stellar? astral? whichever is ascended#so she can finish up her gold and purple magic look (and then i can do an even fancier photoshoot with her using them)#i ALSO broke down and finally nabbed mistlock since it was on sale and i had enough gems saved up from gold conversion#anyway. i still need to decide her backstory... i have a lot of thoughts but i'm not settled yet#i think SotO is actually gonna be what nails her down since she definitely has magical multiverse ties...#my current thought is that she can connect to the Dreams of /multiple Tyrias/ which gives her a very strange sort of future sight#where she can see high probability futures and determine the most likely outcome based on the overlap...#she operates almost the way an Avatar of the tree does where she sees All of it and not just the part that's meant for her#also she's a chronomancer! it fits very well thematically i think :3c#(i'm working on setting her up to be a solid support chrono but i'll wait on runes until relics release so i don't waste gold lol)#sidenote i wish the butterfly texture on the carapace leggings was higher resolution it looks so pixelated for no reason GFHFHF
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"whatâs your name again?" | JEON JUNGKOOK [FOLLOWERS POLLâs CHOICE]
one shot




> summary: jungkook met you at a costume party for the new year eve. you're bold, drunk and horny.
> pairing: jungkook x reader
> genre: small smut, one shot (shorter than i thought tho)
> warnings: smut, protected sex!!, public quickie in the female restroom (i'm not good with warning)
> word count: 2.8k
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

Jungkook never likes masked parties. But when Hoseok suggests going to one where everyone is in costumes, he reluctantly agrees. He has nothing better to do for New Yearâs Eve anyway, and it seems better than drinking alone at his parentâs house. He sighs as someone bumps into himâthatâs why he avoids crowded places.
Everyone wears costumes as if itâs Halloween. Heâs not surprised to see most of the women in tight, short dresses. Jungkook considered dressing as a character from Squid Game but decided against itâthere are already too many of them here.
Instead, he throws on his old Spider-Man costume from Halloween three years ago. Itâs been gathering dust in his closet, but it saves him time and money. To account for the cold, he adds gray joggers and an old black sweatshirt. Tonight, heâs not Peter Parker but Miles Morales. He doubts anyone will notice the reference, though.
âDamn, I didnât expect it to be this crowded,â Jimin says, handing beers to his friends.
Jungkook glances around and nods. Itâs New Yearâs Eve, so of course, people their age are out celebrating.
âItâs been a shitty year,â Taehyung groans, downing his beer in one gulp before heading to the bar for something stronger. His girlfriend dumped him last month, and heâs still obsessively checking her Instagram, where she flaunts her new boyfriend.
Jungkook shakes his head, amused. It was a rough year. His grandfather was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, none of his romantic flings went anywhere, and the company he worked for went bankrupt. Now, heâs living with his parents âagain- and working a terrible job under an abusive boss. He sighs and takes a sip of his beer.
âAt least weâre still standing,â Hoseok says, ever the optimist.
As the night goes on, the four friends drink steadily in their corner of the nightclub. Taehyung ends up crying on Hoseokâs shoulder, while Jungkook rolls his eyes.
âI donât understand,â Taehyung whines. âIâm a good boyfriend! I used to bring her flowers all the time and give her all the attention she wants.â
âSheâs a bitch. Youâre a good guy,â Jungkook says, leaning closer so Taehyung can hear him over the music. âStop wasting your tears on someone like her.â
âMaybe Iâm bad in bed?â
âStop it,â Jimin groans, grabbing Taehyungâs shoulder. âWith your third leg, itâs definitely not about sex. Some women are just terrible people. Go find someone new tonight.â
âWhat?â Taehyung sniffles, while Jungkook silently gestures for Jimin to stop talking.
âYeah, Tae,â Hoseok chimes in. âFind a girl, have some fun, and forget about her.â
Jungkook buries his face in his hands. Taehyung is too drunk for this advice. Heâs not a one-night-stand type of guy and will probably end up vomiting on whoever he approaches.
âI need a smoke,â Jungkook mutters, getting up and wiping his hands on his joggers. He weaves through the crowd toward the exit, hating how packed the nightclub is.
âIâm sorry!â a voice gasps as their bodies collide. Jungkook instinctively grabs the strangerâs arm to steady them. Both of them are clearly tipsy, but they look more unsteady than he does.
His gaze falls on the person in front of himâhis very own Gwen Stacy. The mask hides all of their face, but the costume piques his interest immediately.
âItâs my fault,â You begin. âI didnâtââ You stop mid-sentence when you look up at him. âOh, Miles Morales!â You giggle, recognizing his costume. And your laugh makes him smile.
âHi, Gwen,â Jungkook smirks, the alcohol making him bolder.
âHi,â you reply as you both step outside into the chilly air. Itâs a welcome relief from the stifling crowd inside. Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and lighter.
âI like your costume,â he says, noticing you scanning the crowd inside, probably looking for your friends.
You remove your mask and smile. Jungkook doesnât expect you to be this attractiveâespecially the kind of attractive heâs drawn to.
âThanks. I like yours, even if itâs a little inaccurate,â you tease, making him chuckle.
You pull out your own cigarette, accepting his lighter with a nod of thanks.
âItâs too cold to be Spider-Man.â
âWell, not Tom Hollandâs Spider-Man,â you quip, freeing your hair from the costume.
Jungkookâs eyes linger on you briefly before smirking. âMarvel fan?â he asks.
âHm, you?â
âHm.â
Youâre pretty and a Marvel fan? Jungkook looks up at the dark sky, silently thanking the universe for this coincidence. Before he can come up with something to say, you speak again.
âI almost dressed as Wednesday Addams, but itâs way too cold for that,â you explain, and he nods.
âWednesday was my first choice, too,â Jungkook jokes, making you laugh.
âIâm Y/N,â you say.
âJungkook,â he replies.
âDid you come alone, Spiderman?â you ask, and Jungkook shakes his head.
âI came with some friends.â
âYeah, me too. It was either this or sleeping early. I figured itâd be more fun to get drunk,â you say, tossing the bud of your cigarette. Jungkook licks his lips with a smile. He guesses youâre a yapper, which is a good thing because heâs not drunk enough to talk freely without embarrassment. âDo you drink tequila shots, Spiderman?â
âAre you offering?â he teases, and you nod. âAlright.â
Even though he asks, once youâre at the bar ordering a round of six tequila shots, Jungkook is the one handing over his credit card to the bartender. You scold him, insisting youâll pay for the next round. Heâs just happy that youâre thinking about continuing the night with him, though heâs a little apprehensive about drinking more.
âAlright, on three,â you say with a smile, counting down before you both toss back the first shot and bite into a lemon. âWhere are your friends?â
âSomewhere in the club,â Jungkook replies, his head nodding to the rhythm of the music.
You grab his hand and guide him to the dancefloor. Jungkook marvels at how easygoing you are. Most girls he meets play hard to get, but youâre differentâjust here, vibing with everyone around you. His smile widens as he watches you mimicking the dance steps of a guy dressed as a banana.
You burst into laughter when you mess up the choreography, and the banana-guy spins you back toward Jungkook, probably assuming the two of you came together. You stumble into his arms, your rosy cheeks and bright giggles captivating him even though he can barely hear it over the music.
After the fourth shot, Jungkook has to stop, reaching his limit. He isnât used to drinking this much, especially tequila. But he chuckles, watching as you confidently take down two more. When you turn to him, he shakes his head in disbelief.
âAlready?â you tease, giggling, and he rolls his eyes, amused. You finish the remaining shots by yourself, and heâs genuinely impressed. How can someone as small as you handle so much alcohol?
Jungkook blinks a few times, shaking his head. Heâs almost certain youâre going to regret this if you keep bouncing around to the music like that.
âAre you drunk?â you ask, leaning closer, and he nods, patting his chest to settle the burn in his throat.
He grabs a bottle of water he ordered, takes a sip, and offers it to you. But you shake your head, and Jungkook canât help but feel a strange responsibility to make sure youâre okay. Youâve only just met, but heâs already trying to sober you up a bitâanything to avoid you ending the night sick.
âDo you drink often?â Jungkook asks, grimacing as he takes another sip of water. Heâs already done with tequilaâprobably for life.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you chuckle, your tone playful as you make him smile and shrug.
âJust that you definitely know how to hold your liquor.â
âI just needed to get drunk and forget this year,â you admit, tossing your hair over your shoulder.
âDo you want me to walk you to your friends?â Jungkook offers, his voice laced with concern.
âAre you tired of me, Spider-Man?â you joke, swaying slightly as you both half-dance to the pulsing music.
âW-What? No!â Jungkook stammers, looking adorably flustered, and you laugh at his reaction.
âIâm kidding,â you say, nudging his shoulder with a grin.
âCan⊠I have your number? Or maybe your social media?â he asks, leaning closer to your ear to make himself heard over the music. You pull back to meet his gaze, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders for balance. Both of you have hooded eyes, softened by the alcohol and dim lights.
Jungkook feels a rush of admiration for your boldness. You donât care about the people around you or their opinions. His hand hesitates before resting on the small of your back. You tilt your head, your nose brushing his as your lips hover dangerously close.
âDo you want to have fun?â you murmur, your mouth brushing his ear, the music muffling everything else.
âWhat kind of fun?â he asks, his breath caressing your cheek. He feels himself leaning into the moment, emboldened by your energy. Why not? Thereâs nothing wrong with a little flirting with a stranger on New Yearâs Eve.
You smirk slowly, your hand slipping into his to guide him off the dancefloor. Jungkook frowns slightly in confusion when you lead him into the womenâs restroom. Before he can ask why, you cup his face, pulling him into a kiss that sends his heart racing.
He finds it thrillingâkissing someone he just met, in a place heâd never expect. Itâs not the kind of fun he was imagining, but heâs definitely not complaining. You guide him blindly into one of the stalls, closing the door behind you as he presses you against it.
âWhat if someone catches us?â he whispers, his lips trailing along your jaw.
âWe can stop if you want,â you reply, threading your fingers into his hair before pulling him into another heated kiss.
âNo,â he says honestly, making you smile. âBut weâre drunk.â
âCanât get hard when youâre drunk?â you tease, your lips brushing the column of his neck. Jungkook chuckles darkly, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his joggers. Your eyes light up as you feel his growing arousal beneath the fabric.
Jungkookâs breath hitches as your hand starts to stroke him above his jogger. His mind racesâthis is new for him. Heâs had his share of casual flings, but never with a stranger and never in public. Surprisingly, the thrill of possibly being caught makes the moment even more exhilarating.
He wonders if youâve done this beforeâyou seem so at ease. But before he can ask, your hand slides under the waistband of his joggers, palming his growing bulge. His eyes close almost instantly, a soft groan escaping him as your touch sends heat coursing through his body. His own hands find your backside, squeezing gently, grounding himself in the moment.
âDo you want to fuck me?â you whisper, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of his neck.
âWhatâIâright now?â he stammers, wide-eyed, and you nod. Pressing your back against the door, you reach behind to unzip the bottom of your costume, your movements deliberate and teasing. Jungkookâs gaze remains locked on you, his mind racing.
His eyes widen further as he begins patting the pockets of his joggers in a frantic search for his wallet. He knows thereâs a condom in thereâheâs certain he hasnât used it. A chance like this? No way heâs letting it slip by. Heâs just a guy, after all, and if a beautiful woman wants him, Jungkook isnât about to say no.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, laughing as his wallet slips from his fumbling hands. He scrambles to catch it, earning another amused giggle from you.
When he finally retrieves the little plastic wrapper, he holds it up proudly. You smirk, pulling him into a heated kiss while he helps you peel off the bottom half of your costume. The black panties underneath match the dark tights perfectly, a sight that makes Jungkookâs breath hitch. His hands twitch at his sides, trying to maintain control.
âIâve never done this before,â he admits softly, hiking your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing you against him.
âYeah, me neither,â you reply with a playful giggle, one hand gripping his shoulder for balance while the other threads through his messy hair. âNew year, new experiences, right?â
âYouâre really something else,â he chuckles, his tone equal parts admiration and disbelief. His eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, and his hand slides between your thighs, fingertips brushing against you through the thin fabric of your panties.
âFuck,â you whisper, your head falling back against the door as your hips instinctively press into his touch. Your reaction sends a shiver down his spine; he swears heâs never heard anyone curse so beautifully.
Jungkook frees himself from his boxers, giving his cock a few slow strokes while watching your every reaction. His gaze flickers between your face and the way your body trembles under his hand. When he pushes your panties aside, he hesitates momentarily to open the condom.
âTell me to stop,â he says suddenly, his voice wavering as he tries to cling to the last shred of his rationality.
âDonât you dare,â you reply with a grin, tugging at his boxers to free him completely. He groans, any semblance of self-control slipping away as he feels your hand stroke him again, this time skin-on-skin.
The muffled music from the club outside only adds to the surrealness of the moment. Every so often, someone walks into the restroom, and Jungkook tenses, half-expecting a knock on the door. But the thrill of being caught only seems to heighten his excitement. When you grab his face to focus him on you, your lips brushing against his, he realizes heâs long past the point of no return.
âFuck,â he mutters under his breath as he rolls the condom over his length. His other hand pushes his joggers just low enough to give him room to move. âAre you sure?â he asks one last time, his voice trembling with need.
âYes,â you answer without hesitation, guiding him to your entrance. His fingers dig into your hips as he presses forward slowly, the stretch eliciting soft gasps from both of you. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation.
âGod, youâre so tight,â he whispers, his voice rough with desire.
âPlease, move,â you urge him in a whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. He doesnât need to be told twice. His hips pull back before snapping forward, setting a steady rhythm that has you biting your lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
Jungkookâs movements grow more erratic as he loses himself in the sensation of you. The cramped space of the stall, the muffled music, and the ever-present risk of being caught only add to the intensity. His hands roam your body, gripping your thighs and waist as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency.
âYou feel so good,â he groans, his voice a low rumble in your ear.
âFaster,â you gasp, your hands sliding down to grab his ass and urge him deeper. He obliges, his pace quickening until the sound of your bodies colliding fills the small space. âFuck ââ
You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, and he curses under his breath, the combination of your teeth and the tight grip of your walls pushing him closer to the edge.
âIâm close,â he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. His thrusts grow rougher, the door rattling slightly with each movement.
âMe too,â you manage to reply, your voice shaky as the tension in your body builds. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to send you spiraling over the edge. Your walls tighten around him as you climax, your muffled cries vibrating against his skin.
âFuck,â Jungkook groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you, spilling into the condom with a final deep thrust. He collapses against you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The countdown outside ends in cheers and shouts of celebration, but neither of you notices, still lost in the aftershocks of your high.
For a moment, the two of you stay like that, tangled together in the aftermath. Then Jungkook pulls back slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The sounds of celebration seep back in as you both begin to steady your breathing.
âThat wasâŠâ he trails off, unable to find the right words. âHot.â
You smirk, cupping his face to leave a lingering kiss on his swollen lips.
âHappy New Year,â you whisper, your voice soft but playful.
âHappy New Year,â he replies, his hand snaking behind your neck to pull you into another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last. Jungkook knows he has to go back to his friends soon.
âWhatâs your name again?â you laugh, your breath mingling with his as he chuckles.
âJungkook. Yours?â
âY/N.â

hiiii!! first of all, happy new year to you all. may 2025 be a better year for you. secondly, i know, I KNOW, i'm a little late with the one shot i promised, i'm sorry! i was too busy those last few days. to be honest, the one shot didn't result as i was hoping for. I had a few ideas about it and it doesn't look like... what i expected. but i promise you a jk one shot for the new year so here it is. i'll do better next time, i swear!! but i do hope that you enjoyed reading it <3 I'll see you around, and on that, i'm going back to write the DOU chapter 6 now that i have free time!! luv yâall â Riza
#bts fanfic#bts jungkook#bts#bts fic#jungkook x reader#solarhys#jeon jungkook#bangtan#jungkook fanfic#smut#jungkook bts#jungkook smut#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#jungkook fluff#jungkook one shot#jungkook oneshot#new year 2025
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Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie thoâšđ



Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
The Outsiders x Fem!Reader
àšà§ : The Curtis gang with a reader whoâs like Charlotte La Bouff from âPrincess and the Frogâ
A/N : AHHH Iâm sorry this took me so long Iâve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger đ„Č hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3
Ëâșâ§âË đ Ëââ§âșË
Darry
àš Heâs honestly a little jealous of you
àš He feels like you have everything he doesnât
àš That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are
àš Your personalities are super different tho
àš Youâre so bubbly and bright and he thinks itâs endearing
àš You definitely keep him on his toes
àš You also keep him young
àš Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day
àš Heâs like â??? Honey, I canât take this,â and youâre just like âToo late, Dare-Bear, donât worry about it đâ
àš Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over
àš You love his cooking and are always drooling over it
àš Itâs a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over
àš Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like â..how am I supposed to compete with this.â
àš Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money đđ
àš Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash
àš You have him wrapped around your finger
Two-Bit
àš Couldnât hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween
àš You guys honestly go together so well
àš If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better
àš The first thing you said when you met his sister was âWell arenât you as pretty as a peach!â
àš Safe to say that made him more smitten
àš You walk him like a dog itâs so funny
àš He doesnât spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you
àš Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you
àš He was cheesing from ear to ear
àš Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out
àš That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works
àš You never hurt them thoughâïžâïž You just run away and start screaming
àš Whenever he starts insulting people if theyâre mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more
Steve
àš Heâs torn between thinking youâre a brat to also being extremely attracted to you
àš He assumes youâre a mean girl who lives off daddyâs money (the second part being lowkey true)
àš Doesnât stop him from drooling tho
àš Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice
àš Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like âAh..â
àš Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what heâs talking about
àš You have a pretty pink â62 Ferrari 250 GTO and thatâs all you know!!
àš You buy new clothes constantly and have lilâ fashion shows for him
àš âYeahhh, could you jusâ spin around one more time so I can see the back? đâ
àš ââŠ.Steve.â
àš Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao
àš Brags about you to Soda all the time
Dallas
àš He thought you were so annoying at first Iâm sorry đ
àš Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants
àš You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (heâs on that freak timing)
àš You know what you want and heâs honestly really attracted to it
àš He ends up spoiling you though, he canât help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips
àš Hilariously different
àš Whenever heâs in your room heâs so out of place
àš Heâs surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc
àš His ego gets boosted when heâs out in public with you
àš Like heâs with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh heâll never let this go
àš You not caring about his/his friends statusâ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though heâll never outright say it
Soda
àš You guys both have a big line of people who want you
àš Power couple!!
àš Youâre really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there
àš He relates.
àš You guys just sit there and look pretty
àš Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes
àš Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over
àš He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and youâre like âShew- Soda, Iâm sweatinâ like a sinner in church,â while fanning yourself
àš Probably because youâre wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but heâll never smart off to you by saying that đ€đ€
àš Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one
àš He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it
àš He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him
Johnny
àš Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met
àš After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better
àš He genuinely sees you as a princess
àš Youâre always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and heâs mesmerized
àš He thinks you deserve a lot better since he canât give you much
àš You literally couldnât care less though since he treats you so well
àš Heâll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho
àš Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own
àš Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he couldâve imagined
àš Your cat(s) love him, heâs a little overwhelmed at first but after that youâll always find him with one around/on him
àš Youâre so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO
Pony
àš He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting
àš Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up
àš When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised
àš You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!
àš Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat
àš Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some âpretty boyâ and couldnât stop talking about him and he was like âAwww shucks đâ
àš He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school
àš He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like ââŠOHHHHâ
àš Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin
àš Your sass put together is on another level
àš It scares Darry.
àš And Steve.
àš Back to the point I made earlier, youâd stand up for him about his status no matter what
àš So in love itâs nasty
àš Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering heâs the youngest
#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders#the outsiders fanfiction#outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders x you#curtis gang#curtis gang x reader#darrel curtis#darry curtis#darry curtis x reader#two bit matthews x reader#two bit x reader#two bit mathews#steve randle#steve randle x reader#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston#sodapop curtis#sodapop curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#johnny cade#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy curtis#ponyboy curtis x reader#charlotte la bouff#princess and the frog
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Aurora; 8 (m)

†Your existence had been an endless night, where shadows whispered long forgotten secrets. Trapped in a golden cage, your fragile mind and shattered memories were chains that kept you from dreaming of freedom. Then, he appeared with the first light of dawn, like a gentle sun warming your cold skin. In his gaze, the promise of a new beginning; in his presence, the sunrise your soul had longed for.
In which Alucard saves you from Erzsebet.
pairing:Â alucard (castlevania) x (f) reader
genre: angst, romance, slow burn, eventual smut
warnings: violence/blood, explicit language, mental health issues, grief, physical abuse.
rating:Â 18+
word count:Â 9k
A/N: HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO AURORA!!! I can't even believe I got this far with this fic. Fucking 50k+ words in a month??? Hyperfixation REALLY go boom! It also happens to be my birthday today đ« my age is definitely starting to sound WAY TOO SERIOUS now. welp. ANYWAYS - an anon motivated me to create a playlist for aurora, so here it is!!! These are some of the songs that I listen on repeat when I'm writing. Not all of the lyrics have anything to do with the story tho, some just match the vibe of the fic. Though, if I had to choose a "theme song" for Aurora, it'd definitely be Darkness At The Heart of My Love - Ghost. I know metal isn't everybody's cup of tea but in my brain, vampires = metal. And specifically Castlevania = Rammstein for some reason lmao. Anyway!! I hope you guys give it at least (1) listen, as I really think the playlist encapsules the vibes I'm trying to portray in my writing very well. ANYWAYS!!! LET ME SHUT UP!! ENJOY THIS BEAST OF A CHAPTER <3
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? Years Ago
Jerash, Ottoman Empire
The moon was hidden behind heavy storm clouds that night.
The rain whipped against the walls and ceiling of the humble house. It consisted of only two rooms â the kitchen and a tiny bedroom with simple wooden furniture. One would consider it the house of a common peasant, but the hundreds of books piled over one another indicated otherwise. They were everywhere: over the table, stored on shelves, precarious bookcases and boxes⊠some looked ancient, some looked new. Some had intricate leather covers, beautiful handwriting and illustrations, while others were nothing but a bunch of pages with incomprehensible scribbles. It was even difficult to walk into the house without stepping over one.
The place smelled of spices. Many types of dried herbs were hanging around the kitchen. Different types of stones of all colors and sizes rested over the closed windowsill: quartz, crystals, amethysts, obsidian, malachites⊠colorful bird feathers were tied by threads in intricate designs, also hanging from the ceiling. All of that was supposed to provide âprotectionâ against the âevilâ, apparently.
Drolta hated that place.
No⊠hate was too strong of a word. To hate someone or something, you must care about it enough, and Drolta didnât. She was⊠disgusted. All the dirt, the simplicity, the cheap magic that wouldnât even hurt a fly⊠it was boring.
And the owner of that house was especially disgusting.
That short, bald creature finally appeared from inside the bedroom, carrying a heavy book in hands and an annoying large smile. When all this ended â and hopefully it would end very soon â, Drolta would make sure to kill this little man and take a long, really long bath to take his smell off her skin. She didnât even plan on feeding off him. He didnât deserve it. Drolta refused to drink from a neck that wasnât soft, young and feminine.
âHere it is. The product of all of my researches over the years,â he claimed proudly. What was even his name? Was it Khalil? She didnât remember. Before looking at her face, his eyes stopped for two seconds on her cleavage. He did it every time and hadnât been trying to hide it ever since Drolta stepped foot into this thing he called home.
Men⊠oh, how easy men are. Drolta witnessed multiple changes in the world during her long lifetime. She saw empires rise and fall, cultures cease to exist, philosophies and religions sweep the Earth. But one thing that had never changed over all this time was the simplicity of men. All she needed to do was put on a tighter corset, a deeper cleavage⊠and she had him on the palm of her hand. Drolta didnât even need to try much much harder. This little Khalil man was the type she despised the most: the needy type. Never got married. Judged too strange by his fellow villagers. Probably never felt the touch of a woman. He was desperate.
But he had something that Drolta valued after all: knowledge. There was a time when the world was full of magicians. Speakers, priestesses, witches, oracles, shamans, alchemists⊠actual scholars of the ways of magic. But that was before the fucking Church. Now, apparently, all humans knew how to do was kneel and pray for a God that could not grant them any power.
Drolta was aware that she was partially at fault in all this. However, she would redeem herself soon.
When she finally succeeded in bringing Sekhmet back to life, this Earth would know what a real Goddess is. A Goddess with real power, real impact, who could bring real fear and obedience and adoration.
Soon, she thought to herself. I can feel it. She will come back soon. I will bring her back soon.
So many centuries of preparation. So many sun cycles searching for the right candidate. She had finally, finally encountered someone whose body managed to withstand Sekhmetâs power. Erszebet Bathory grew more powerful every day; the holy blood she drank was slowly but surely changing her body, her soul, empowering her. Drolta could feel Sekhmetâs presence in this world getting stronger. She could feel her goddess through Erszebet, talking through her, striving to resurface through that vessel. Everything was going so well.
And yet â all of her effort was still not enough, because half of Sekhmetâs soul was still missing.
Aside from taking care of the vessel, Drolta and her sisters roamed Earth after the Ba â Sekhmetâs mummy. For some reason, it was always out of reach: stolen from someone, bought by someone, then stolen again, then auctioned⊠Drolta was always too late. She prayed, prayed, prayed ardently that her beloved Goddess would help her from the other side, give her a sign, maybe twist things a bit so she could have a chance⊠but oh, she knew her Goddess was too weak to help. Drolta knew she would have to find a way.
And although all odds seemed to be working against her, Drolta found another way. Drolta thought of another chance.
As far as her associates scattered around the world knew, the mummy was lost forever. She completely lost track of it somewhere in the Horn of Africa; the last news she heard about it was years ago. As much as Drolta despised the idea â as much as sheâd like to personally torture whoever committed such blasphemy towards the body of Sekhmet â, she had to be realistic and assume that the mummy was, perhaps, definitely gone.
But Drolta wouldnât let herself be drowned by despair. No. Despair was the enemy of reason. She had to be strong â for Sekhmet, for her sisters, for her goal.
So another idea grew into her mind.
Drolta was under possession of Sekhmetâs blood, the Ka; the Goddessâ Ba, the mummy, was out of reach.
And then there was the third piece of her soul which was also out of reach.
Except⊠maybe it wasnât.
Maybe there was a way to reach into it.
Yes, she knew no one had ever managed to do it. Yes, she knew the possibility of failure was high. Yes, she knew that, perhaps, it was all but a delusion. However, Drolta couldnât be sure without trying first. If there was even the smallest possibility of it working, she would go on with it.
She had to do it â and do it fast. Drolta had never met anyone that could take so much of Sekhmetâs blood, but even her couldnât take much more; the Goddess needed her other half.She could not lose Erszebet; she would do anything in her power to keep that woman safe.
Which led Drolta to this annoying mortal man.
He was disgusting. He smelled bad. He had the audacity of assuming he was going to fuck her. And still, he was an alchemist â and there werenât many alchemists in the world anymore. Not good ones, at least. Drolta wasted her time going after a famous alchemist in China months ago, but she turned out to be a charlatan. As far as Drolta knew, this one was real. Maybe not powerful like mortal alchemists used to be, but he could do the job.
âFrom the information I have gathered, it hasnât been tried in centuries,â Khalil spoke with amazement and reverence. It truly was the work of his life, apparently. âNot many scholars even believe it happened, in fact⊠it is under deep discussion. However, the ones that believe it, report that the occurrence happened in Wallachia, when a certain alchemist tried to⊠wellâŠâ
Khalil averted his eyes, seeming embarrassed and hesitant. Oh, the traits of a man that has been laughed at and ridiculed his entire life. Drolta felt grateful that he was this way. Much easier to deal with.
She rested her hand on his forearm and looked at him with round, curious eyes â even though she already knew what he was trying to say.
âTried to what? Please, tell me,â she asked in a honeyed voice.
Khalil probably had an erection at that moment. His face flushed and he smiled.
âTried to bring D-Dracula back to life,â he finally let out. âYeah, I know it sounds absurd. I-I mean, Dracula? The folk tale to scare kids? How is that even possible?â
âI donât find it absurd at all,â Drolta said, shaking her head softly. âPlease, continue.â
The man averted his gaze from hers sheepishly, holding the book just a tiny bit stronger.
âY-You are the first person to ever take me seriously, Miss Danubia,â Danubia? Oh⊠itâs the name she made up for herself. She had almost forgotten. âI⊠I really appreciate it.â
What, are you going to cry? Spare me.
Drolta caressed his arm softly.
âI admire your intelligence. Iâd sit with you and talk for hours about all of your discoveries,â the idea sickened her, in fact. But Drolta couldnât just force him to do anything. As far as she knew, the entire process had to be done willingly, otherwise it wouldnât work.
For fuckâs sake, it really looked like he wanted to cry. Khalil blinked rapidly and looked down at the book again.
âApparently, the portal was opened directly into Hell in order to retrieve Draculaâs soul. But itâs entirely possible that, through this same ritual, I could try to reach into other realms, tooâŠâ For the first time, Khalil looked hesitant. He gulped. âThough, if Iâm to be completely honest, Miss Danubia, I do not believe I have the expertise needed to lead such a powerful ritual.â
Drolta stepped back, letting go of his forearm.
Khalil looked up at her, slightly startled at her sudden lack of touch.
But then, Drolta looked down, putting her hands over her chest andâŠ
Tears welled up her eyes.
âI-I wish you could understand my pain and my despair, Khalil,â she started, voice trembling. âMy mother⊠my dear mother. I could never tell her goodbye before her death. She had such a painful, slow deathâŠâ Drolta looked at him again, a single tear streaming down her cheek. âI do not wish to retrieve her soul, Khalil; I understand this goes against the laws of nature. I just want to⊠talk to her. In my culture, we believe that the souls of our deceased goes to the duat. If I can just get a peek of it⊠just look at her face once more⊠you will have my eternal gratitude. I-I canât let this chance go byâŠâ
Drolta covered her mouth and sobbed. With the corner of her eyes, she saw Khalil rush to put the heavy book over the table and bring her a handkerchief. She didnât want to put that stinky thing near her face, but took it anyway and wiped her tears delicately.
Khalil pressed his lips together. All the hesitance was gone, being replaced by determination.
âI believe I can do it, Miss Danubia.â He inhaled before speaking. âThe g-good feelings I have for you will be my guide and shield.â
Drolta offered him a sweet smile and a fragile thank you.
Khalil took off his coat and pushed the small table to the farthest corner of the room. He then took a piece of white chalk and started to draw something on the floor.
âThis is the symbol of Osiris, Egyptian god of the Underworld⊠or the duat,â he explained while he drew. As if Drolta didnât already know it. Yet, she acted shocked, trying to engage him in conversation as he lit a circle of candles around the hieroglyph. She needed him content and willing. Mortals work better when they are in their best feelings; they tend to put much more of their force into what they are doing, and this, in magic terms, was extremely meaningful.
Drolta loathed the fact that she needed this man happy to achieve her goal, but it was necessary. Well, if not happy, then hard. Sexual energy can also be extremely powerful.
After Khalil finished his preparations for the ritual, Drolta approached him and held his hand.
The man visibly held his breath.
It was so easy for her to send him that sweet gaze. So easy to trap his entire attention on her, as if Drolta became the very air in his lungs. She leaned down slightly and pressed her soft lips on his cheek, making sure to stay there a second longer than necessary, before leaning away a delivering a smile that showed quiet sadness and care.
âIf you succeed, Khalil, you will have my heart eternally,â she purred in an almost whisper.
He was shocked.
It really looked like he couldnât breathe.
Finally, he managed to crack a smile. He puffed his chest like a pathetic male bird and nodded as Drolta stepped away.
âI will, my lady. For you.â
She held back laughter.
Finally, Khalil took his heavy book again and stood near the candle ring. The flames projected eerie shadows around the walls; the outside storm was everything they could hear. He placed the book in front of his feet and took a small knife from his pocket.
âBlood is required to initiate the ritual,â he explained. âYou can look away if it makes you uncomfortable, my lady.â
Khalil didnât see when she rolled her eyes this time.
He swiped the knife on his palm, wincing in pain as he did. Weak little human, canât even stand a cut without crying. He let blood drip over the symbol on the floor before walking back to the candle ring and taking the book in his hands once more.
He took a deep breath before finally initiating the spell.
His pronunciation of Akkadian was bad. Laughable, even. Drolta could barely understand half of the words. And yet, it was enough.
The candles trembled. The air within the house got colder. Drolta felt the floor beneath her feet shake slightly, the air vibrate in a high frequency â the frequency of high magic.
It was working.
A grin slowly grew on her lips. She⊠underestimated this little man after all. He was an actual alchemist â but the ritual was only working because of her efforts, she realized. Khalil was putting all of his love into the spell. Yes, actual love. How such a naive creature fell in love with her so quickly after a few days of knowing each other was beyond her.
Love is also extremely powerful in magical terms.
The storm grew angrier out there. A thunder so loud and so close shook the entire house, made Khalil lost his focus for a second before continuing to read the spell.
Followed by another thunder â even closer this time.
And another thunder.
The ground shook. Some books fell from the shelves. Khalil lifted his head and looked towards the window.
There was another sound mixed within the cacophony of the heavy storm.
Screams.
What was that out there? Was the house of his neighbor burning?
âW-What isâ?â Khalil stuttered.
He hadnât noticed that Drolta was towering right behind him. How did she get so close so fast?
She held his head with both hands from behind, guiding it down towards the book again.
âKeep reading,â she instructed in a quiet whisper, her mouth close to his ear.
A violent shiver ran down Khalilâs spine.
For the first time, Droltaâs presence made him feel uneasy. Her voice changed drastically; it wasnât welcoming anymore, or warm, or caring. It was just freezing cold. It⊠it didnât even sound much human.
All these talismans he hung around his house for protection â and yet the worst evil he could possibly imagine was standing right behind him, welcomed by him with open arms.
Another thunder. Another fire. Another house burning down. A few more souls to fuel the spell.
Khalil could be a real alchemist, but he was far from being a good one, Drolta remarked to herself. All of those books taught him nothing â again, she had to do most of the job. In the few days she worked on gaining his trust, she also made sure to mark every house in the village of Jerash with the symbol or Osiris. Marked it with virgin blood to make it even more effective.
Every respectable alchemist knew that in order to open a door into the Infinite Corridor, multiple mortal lives were required. That is why most alchemists werenât brave enough to do it.
Khalil wouldnât be brave enough to do it too if he knew what itâd cost. That is why Drolta lured him into it and made the preparations behind his back.
Drolta chuckled. How he must had been feeling at that moment, knowing he sacrificed hundreds of lives of his fellow villagers in the hopes of sticking his tiny penis inside of her?
âI told you to keep reading,â she repeated, and this time her voice sounded like a dangerous hiss.
Khalilâs hands trembled. He gulped. His voice wasnât as confident anymore, but he had already initiated the ritual; there was no coming back from there.
The floor shook as more souls were reaped into the spell. Suddenly, the windows opened all at once; the ceiling cracked and was swiped away by a violent gush of wind. Drolta looked up in time to see a funnel of souls converging into a single streak of red light, being attracted by the symbol of Osiris on the floor; they made a twister within the circle of candles that were somehow still lit despite everything.
Wind and rain whipped Drolta and Khalil, made his books fly in all directions. None of that bothered Drolta. She had a maniacal grin on her lips, eyes locked in the chaos unveiling in front of her eyes.
Finally, finally, finally, a white crack slashed the air inside the candle ring. A crack in reality itself.
Freezing cold wind came out of it. The crack was slowly but surely getting wider. It made Droltaâs eyes widen, shivers run her body; few times in her life did she witness magic so powerful, so strong, so chilling.
It was working. It was finally working.
She stepped aside from a shell-shocked Khalil and extended her arms in a wide movement, the smile never vanishing from her lips.
A door to the Infinite Corridor, opened right in front of her eyes.
And yet â her work wasnât done. This door needed to be redirected; it needed to be aimed at the right place.
âOh Sekhmet, Eye or Ra, Lady of Terror, Mistress of Dread, She Who Mauls; hear mine calling, let thou be guided by the voice of thy loyal servant!â Drolta chanted with all her might, raising her voice as to be heard beyond the storm and the magic and the weeping souls.
The crack got a bit wider. Insurmountable amount of energy escaped from inside. Drolta didnât even know if Khalil could stand in front of it much longer, given how weak he was, so she needed to rush.
âHear mine call, Your Magnificence!â Drolta continued, gesticulating in wide movements. âLet mine voice guide thee through the waters of the primordial abyss; let thy Akh resurface in the land of the living. Oh Sekhmet, Lady of Slaughter, She of Ten Thousand Names; walk back into thy rightful realm, retake the throne unfairly taken from thee, wear thy rightful crown once more!â
The crack got wider, wider, wider. It was difficult to understand what could be seen inside of it; it looked like a confusing kaleidoscope. Different images jumped in the blink of an eye, landscapes not even Drolta could understand. And yet, she kept chanting, hoping her energy would be the necessary guide. The mark of Osiris burned in bright red.
Finally â the image within the crack seemed to stabilize itself.
Droltaâs eyes widened.
She saw a⊠calm river. A temple made of gold in the distance, sitting atop of an island. A pyramid. Purple trees adorned it; the tip of the pyramid shone with a blinding light. The most beautiful sky she had ever seen.
That was it. It was the duat.
Drolta got even more passionate in her speech; her throat ached from screaming.
âHear mine voice, Lady Sekhmet! Hear mine voice! Come to me!â She begged. Finally, finally, finally, her goddess was right there; after years and years of searching and fighting for her and protecting her legacy and trying to find ways to revive her, after so many frustrated attempts of retrieving her mummy... Finally, Sekhmetâs Akh was right there in front of her eyes.
Finally, Drolta had succeeded.
All she needed to do was cross the door. Drolta couldnât enter the duat, but Sekhmet could cross it towards the land of the living. Drolta held a small shabti made of pure gold in her hand, the holy object in which she could safely store the third part of Sekhmetâs soul. From there, Erzsebet would only need to incorporate it.
Come to me, Sekhmet; come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me, come to meâ
Something happened.
The image twisted.
âWhat?â Drolta gasped.
The sight of the duat blurred.
Suddenly, the winds that whipped the house got stronger, more violent. The soul twister got more chaotic. Now, everything that could be seen within the door was the kaleidoscope of colors again, passing rapidly.
It⊠started to get black.
âNo! No! What are you doing?!â Drolta turned to Khalil, her wrath so big that made him tremble. But the man was frozen in place, tears falling down his cheeks mixed with the rain.
âI-I-Iâm not doing anything!â He stuttered. âIt wasnât me!â
Drolta turned to the door again.
The air was getting even colder. Colder, colder, colder⊠freezing. The Osiris symbol suddenly started to burn in black â and then everything else was black. The souls, the flames of the candles, the energy rays that poured from the door.
The air smelled of coal and sulfur.
âNo! Stop! Stop!â Drolta yelled at whatever was interfering with the ritual. âI donât want you here. I didnât call you!â
But it was too late.
A second before the explosion, Drolta saw a dark figure walk out of the door.
She had time to protect her face with her arms. She did not care about Khalil.
Boom.
The shockwave destroyed what remained of Khalilâs house; he was sent back flying meters away. The reaped souls let their final, painful yell before dissipating in the air. The candles were extinguished in a gush of wind.
Drolta was the only thing to remain standing in place.
She lowered her arms slowly. It seemed that even the heavy storm got timid after such an unnatural occurrence. The neighbor houses still burned; the fires spread down the hill. As it wasnât magical fire anymore, the rain started to quiet them down. No voices were heard. No more screams. No live witnesses anymore. The village of Jerash became nothing but a burning cemetery.
Drolta fell to her knees.
A shrilling scream of pure anger crossed the air.
She had failed. She got so fucking close and failed yet again. The duat was right there in front of her and she failed.
She turned around to see Khalilâs body on the floor.
Drolta got up, red anger clouding her gaze. He was still alive â hurt, bleeding and crying, but still alive.
âYou stupid piece of shit!â She kicked his stomach so hard that the men rolled a few more meters away. âUseless little man. I submitted myself to your disgusting presence for days and you still didnât serve me anything!â
Khalil coughed blood. He refused to look at her, shrinking into his own body, crying like a child.
She should skin him alive. This, at least, would serve as a way to calm down.
And yet â she stopped in her tracks.
Rain still fell over her head. She was entirely drenched. Drolta stopped and inhaled, letting her anger quiet down.
There was someone talking to her.
Something.
The air still smelled of coal and sulfur. It had nothing to do with the burning houses.
Slowly, she turned back to the circle of candles.
Her eyes widened.
There was someone laying on the floor inside the circle. She rushed towards it.
It was⊠it was a woman.
For a moment, overwhelming joy and excitement rushed through her veins. Could it be who she thought it was? What if she had actually succeeded, but in a different way than she first expected?
What if that was Sekhmet incarnate?!
Drolta knelt down beside the woman. She was unconscious, laid on her side, completely naked. With care â even hesitancy â Drolta turned her body around, making the woman lay on her back. She took some strands of drenched hair away from her face.
It was a young woman. Her chest moved slowly, as if she was simply asleep.
Drolta frowned.
She pressed two fingers over her neck. A regular pulse. The scent of⊠regular mortal blood.
Her frown deepened.
âThis is no Sekhmet,â Drolta said through gritted teeth. âThis is just human woman.â
Then, she lifted her gaze â and finally noticed what was talking to her.
It was nothing but a strange, tall shadow; Drolta could barely make sense of what she was looking at. But yet, that grin was very much recognizable. The entity seemed weak, vibrating in a low frequency, making the entire area around it even colder.
âDid you bring her with you?â She asked. The entity answered. It didnât use⊠words. It spoke into her mind with intentions instead. Perhaps, it was way too weak to vocalize.
Drolta huffed with disdain. âAnd what use would this mortal have?â
The entity moved slowly, circling around them.
Drolta froze in place.
âHow do you know this?â She asked in a cautious hiss.
The entityâs grin seemed to get even wider, now knowing that it had Droltaâs full attention.
It continued sliding around Drolta. The vampire lowered her head, looking at the human woman once again.
She looked and looked and looked and looked andâŠ
She remembered.
Slowly, Droltaâs eyes widened as realization hit her.
This⊠wouldnât solve all of her problems. She still needed to find the other half of Sekhmetâs soul. And yet⊠it could also serve her plans, in a way.
Drolta once again lifted her gaze towards the grinning shadow.
âI know you wouldnât be offering me this out of the goodness of your heart,â she started with suspicion. âWhat do you want of me in return?â
The entity trembled. Drolta leaned her head slightly.
âAn easy task. And if I fail?â
The entity grinned at her quietly. Drolta chuckled.
âYou wonât have it, for I wonât fail.â She got up to her feet again. âBut this sounds like a fair deal.â
A fair pact, in fact.
Drolta extended her arm towards the entity. It approached her; the shadow extended too in what resembled an arm. It revolved around her hand with a chilling touch.
When the shadow retreated, there was an icy object over Droltaâs palm.
A ruby necklace.
Drolta nodded at the entity; it sent her a last eerie grin before disappearing into the shadows of the night.
It was done.
Drolta looked down.
She took the cloak off her shoulders and covered the womanâs naked body with it. She leaned down, taking her into her arms, before straightening her posture again.
It⊠wasnât a complete failure, after all.
Her Goddess never left her without a way out. She was always kind to send Drolta another option, another strategy, and thatâs why Drolta managed to survive and move on after every problem.
âFor every suffering, a wisdom is gained,â she said quietly. The mantra that had been keeping her sane for centuries.
Khalil was still weeping some meters away from her. Drolta paid him no mind. He wasnât totally useless in the end, which meant he gained the right to keep living.
Drolta walked away from the burning cemetery of Jerash with the unconscious woman in her arms, the ruby necklace safely tangled around her palm.
The heavy storm clouds opened a small breach for the first time; the moon peeked through, being the only witness of the horrors that had unveiled that night.

Present time
Paris, France
The sun had hidden behind the horizon at least three hours ago.
You looked out the window at the full moon reigning sovereign in the sky from the tiny inn bedroom. There were barely any clouds to hinder its view. Stars adorned the space around her, creating a breathtaking view.
And yet, the air was⊠eerie.
Maybe because you knew what was about to come, and the fact that the rest of the city didnât know yet made the situation horrifying. So many people were probably having dinner with their families, resting their heads over their pillows, having no idea of the hell that was about to burst upon them.
What made the situation even more difficult was that you were, well, useless in the middle of it all.
Richter and Annette were hunting nests of vampires. Alucard was about to leave to talk to the leaderships of Paris in order to organize the defensive lines. The three of them, much obviously, were ready to fight.
And you? All you had was a useless golden scepter.
Maybe you had your hopes way too high after what happened at the Louvre. You remembered what Annette told you when you first met â you might be a witch, Ruby; you just donât remember it. You thought that, the moment you put your hands over the artifact again, youâd have some sort of epiphany. Your past would unveil itself in your head, youâd finally understand Erzsebet and Droltaâs interest in you, youâd know why you were needed to summon eclipsesâŠ
But nothing happened.
The scepter was just heavy and very impractical to carry around.
Alucard had no idea what language the inscriptions were. He advised you to not read them out loud, as it wasnât clear the effect it could cause. You also didnât magically understand what these words meant. So⊠just another frustration to add onto the pile.
âRuby, Iâm talking to you.â
You jumped and turned your head around. Alucard was standing in front of the door, searching for something in the inside pocket of his coat and eyeing you with curiosity. You adjusted your posture where you were sitting on the bed.
âIâm sorry. I⊠wasnât paying attention.â You said sheepishly.
The white-haired vampire paused for a moment.
âAre you scared of being on your own?â He asked quietly.
You shook your head. âNo! Not at all. Iâll be fine.â You reassured.
To be honest, being alone wasnât exactly an idea you liked. The last three days were the safest youâd ever felt in your life, and that was because you were around them. You tried to avoid picturing the horrifying image of Drolta in her new night creature form breaking through that window and dragging you back to the chateau. Thereâs no way this is going to happen, not now that she retrieved Sekhmetâs mummy⊠Iâm not needed anymore.
But the idea you liked even less was of being a burden, and you knew youâd be a burden if you kept hanging around uselessly while they fought. Annette almost died due to your mere presence. You were sure everyone wouldâve handled the fight much better if you simply werenât there. So⊠itâd be better if you just stayed hidden at the inn for the time being.
Alucard shrugged slightly and approached, finally revealing what he was searching for in his coat: a⊠red string?
He sat by your side on the bed, eyes glued on it. The only source of light came from the moon outside and a single candle holder over the desk. The light of the timid flame created a golden silhouette on his delicate features.
âThe Revolutionary Commune is reunited some blocks away from here at this moment,â Alucard explained while his fingers worked on measuring the string. You watched him in silent confusion. His voice always dropped even quieter when he was close to you like that. It was⊠comforting. He was so close that his arm brushed on yours. âI must go warn them about the incoming fight. There will most definitely be vampires roaming the streets right now, hence why you must stay hidden for the time being.â
You nodded. âI understand.â
You watched as Alucard tied the red string around his own left wrist skillfully. How did he even manage to tie something with a single hand? That was quite impressive. âI wonât take more than two hours, however. After I assure your safety within the Revolutionary Commune, I will come to pick you up.â
Then, he brought his wrist close to his mouth; he put the remaining length of the string between his teeth and cut it using his sharp fangs.
Oh.
You couldnât help but feel shivers run your spine whenever you remembered that Alucard had vampire fangs. He was half vampire, in fact. It was a bit strange how, as you grew comfortable around him, this âdetailâ became less and less relevant; you always associated vampires with the worst things possible, while Alucard was much the opposite. Perhaps thatâs why it was a bit surprising to remember part of him was one.
You also had noticed that Alucard didnât open much of his mouth when he talked⊠and it seemed to be a very conscious act when he was in public. You payed attention to how he talked to those boys earlier. Was it an attempt to make his fangs less obvious?
âGive me your left wrist.â He asked. You promptly obeyed. Alucard tied the remaining string around yours this time. âIf anything happens, anything at all, untie this string. Mine will untie, too, and I will rush to you.â
You nodded, a bit surprised. âThis is impressive.â
Alucard chuckled and tilted his head slightly. âYou were effortlessly summoning eclipses and this is what surprises you about magic?â
The words got caught in your throat.
âWellâ it is impressive.â He looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, which did not help you organize your thoughts better. âA-And I wasnât summoning them, not exactly.â
âYouâre not sure about that, are you?â
No, you werenât.
Your shoulders dropped. Alucard chuckled again.
He finally let go of your wrist and a tiny part of you immediately missed his touch.
âRemember. Two hours. No more, no less.â He got up from the bed again and walked towards the door. âI might be asking too much from you, but Iâd advise you against sleeping, too.â
âAs if Iâd be able to close my eyes at all,â you whined quietly to yourself.
Alucard opened the door and looked at you.
Once again, it seemed that he was about to say something. He looked⊠hesitant. His expression wasnât as nonchalant as usual, but you couldnât tell exactly why. You looked at him expectantly.
Then â this small glimpse dissolved in seconds.
âLock the door,â he said, pointing at it with his head.
Oh.
You got up in a jump. At last, he left. You safely locked it and kept the key in the pocket of your vest.
Then, you were alone.
For the first time in your life, being alone didnât bring you relief. Youâd usually look forward to the moments youâd be locked inside your quarters again, recovering from your wounds; despite the pain, it were the only times when you had some peace. Now, however, youâd wish someone was here. You hoped Annette and Richter were safe, wherever they wereâŠ
You laid on the bed and faced the ceiling. The scepter was also over the bed, right beside you.
And you just⊠stayed there.
Your fingers fiddled with the red string on your left wrist mindlessly. Alucard didnât make a complicated tie as to keep it easy to undo, so you took care to not untie it by accident. This little piece of braided wool had magic in it⊠but you didnât feel anything strange while touching it.
You remembered how Alucard felt that the scepter was magic just by touching it, while for you it was just a normal object. You remembered how Richter could summon elements with his bare hands and Annette could see spirits as easily as peopleâŠ. Perhaps you had no aptitude for magic at all. Perhaps they made you read that book because they needed a human to complete the summoning of an eclipse, not because you had some sort of hidden power.
You touched the scepter again without bothering to look at it. Cold and lifeless as usual.
Maybe it had that reaction â shining, the rust disappearing â because it needed someone to⊠awaken it. Anyone. Not you specifically.
But it must had been touched by someone before, isnât it? Of course it was. It didnât walk into that crate. Someone put it there.
You groaned and turned to your right side.
Minutes went by. Minutes, minutes, minutes. You were on high alert, so your eyelids didnât feel heavy with sleep.
You laid on your stomach and brought the scepter close to your face.
These characters⊠you recognized them.
Alucard told you to not read them out loud, but he didnât say anything about writing them.
You got up and rushed to the desk. There was a small drawer there with a piece of paper and some charcoal. You laid on your stomach again and started to translate the characters into the common Latin alphabet. Alucard might not recognize the characters, but what if he saw the syllables in a language he could read and the words made sense to him?
As the scepter had a lot of text and you didnât have much paper, you tried to keep the letters as tiny as possible. You broke the charcoal a bit to make a sharper point. Your hands and the sheets got dirty with the black of the charcoal, but you couldnât care less.
You didnât pay attention to the time now that you had something to busy yourself with. Minutes went by. Minutes, minutes, minutes. An hour. Half an hour.
You had little free paper left and a lot to translate still when a sound out there immediately brought you back to your senses.
You froze and looked towards the window.
The street was very quiet up until that point â you even wondered if nights in Paris were always so peaceful. That sound, however, was impossible to ignore; was impossible to not make your heart immediately race.
A scream.
You got up in a jump and approached the window slowly, peeking at it with caution.
The scream came from a nearby street, followed by fast steps. Another scream. It sounded female.
No⊠it sounded childish.
Maybe itâs nothing. Just a kid spooked by a dog or a rat. Nothing to worry about. You shouldnât get on your nerves every time you hear a scream.
You stood by the window for some more minutes, your heart thundering nonstop⊠and nothing appeared. You sighed, tried to calm your already irregular breathing. Focus on a single thing, a simple thing, to muffle everything elseâ
Someone running down there on the street.
You eyes widened. Your breath got completely caught in your throat.
It was a kid. A small kid, desperately running away from something. A boy. You recognized the worn out clothes and the curly black hair.
The lily in the pocket of your vest seemed to get hot.
It was Oliver.
When he disappeared from your sight, you saw what he was running from: three men. They laughed as they pursued him.
Three vampires.
You grabbed the scepter, the piece of paper and without taking a single second to think, you were already running out of the room.
The only things you could hear were your deep breathing, your thundering heartbeat and your boots rushing on the wooden pavement, then on the stone street as you rushed out of the inn. You almost fell when taking a sudden turn in the direction you saw Oliver running to. The street was completely empty and cold, but your body already felt hot from adrenaline.
You ran as fast as your legs could take. Please let me not be too late please please please please please please please please pleaseâ
Another strangled scream followed by more voices coming from an alley nearby.
You didnât take a second to consider what you were going to do, how you were going to save him from this situation.
You just rushed into it.
âOliver!â You screamed, stopping on your tracks.
The scene unfolding in front of you made your blood boil in a mix of anger and fright.
Oliver, the little boy, had fallen; his back was pressed against the wall. It was a dead end. His knee bled â he had probably fallen â, tears streamed down his cheeks, his pants were wet. He was shaking; his eyes, the most widened youâd ever seen.
The three vampires cornered him. They wore simple clothes, but all of them shared a similar trait: the symbol of an eclipse burned into the skin of their foreheads.
They immediately turned around at the sound of your voice.
For a moment, everyone was shocked â you, Oliver, the vampires. They were the first ones to recover.
âM-Madame!â Oliver stuttered in a strangled, horrified voice.
The vampire in the middle smirked.
âWhat do we have here?â
âThis is even better than that bastard,â the one on the right laughed. âNo one told you to not walk around at night by yourself, sweetie?â
âLeave him alone,â you blurted out. You didnât sound that frightened, at least, because your body hadnât properly processed what the hell you had gotten yourself into yet.
âOh, we might now that youâre here.â One of them said with a disgusting smirk. âAnd what is it that youâre carrying with you? Looks interesting.â
They started to approach at slow steps.
You knew how vampires acted. They didnât see you as a threat, so they would not use their inhuman speed. No; they wanted to savor your panic, to make you think youâd have a way out the way they did with Oliver. Vampires acted as cruel hunters, not as animal predators that acted purely on instinct and hunger.
Thatâs why they didnât notice when you put your left wrist behind your back and swiftly untied the string.
Iâm sorry, Alucard, you thought as the reality of that moment finally hit you. You⊠you did it again. You put yourself in danger again, exactly the opposite of what Alucard told you to do. But if you had waited for him, if you had untied the string at the inn and then explained what happened and then hoped that Alucard caught the vampires in time, would Oliver still be alive? Would he have an extra minute of luck?
Whatever these vampires were about to do with you â it didnât matter. You could take it. Oliver couldnât. The same way Annette wouldnât have taken the night creatureâs bite.
âM-Madame, run!â
His voice caught your attention again.
That little boy had wet himself in fear. He could barely stand. And yet, he was telling you to run. He was worried about your safety.
That little boy.
So small and so fragile and wearing those worn out clothes and shaking and hurt.
It brought forward an instinct within you. Perhaps that same instinct you felt when you looked at Richterâs sad expression. A will to take care. To protect. Something that run deep into your soul, something very familiar in ways you couldnât explain, as if you had been in a similar situation in the past, as if you had felt this desperate need to protect someone small and fragile and dear to you.
These men were going to kill that little boy and he wouldnât even be able to fight back.
This strange instinct to protect and the anger towards these men and the revolt because you had been in similar situations too, countless times, and you couldnât do anything to fight back against a force tenfold stronger than you made your mind go blank.
Blank, blank, blank, devoid of any thought. Any fear. Any hesitance. At that moment, there wasnât anxiety anymore. Your fingers didnât shake. You didnât think of any consequence.
All that existed was the need to protect that little boy.
One of the vampires approached and grabbed the scepter roughly. Instinctively, you held it with both hands, trying to pull it back.
And then â the vampire screamed.
A sizzling noise filled the alley.
âLet me go! Let me go!â He screamed.
The scepter was burning his hands. He couldnât take them off.
Your mind didnât register well everything that happened in the following seconds.
The moment you held it with both hands, it started to glow again â but in a different way than before.
The inscriptions started to glow. That same glow traveled from one end to the other â to the tip of the scepter; the image of the sun.
It started to shine.
The light was blinding. You had to tighten your eyes. It was hot hot hot hot, you almost dropped it on the floor, but something told you to keep holding it. So you held it with all your might. You felt a strange wave of energy flow from your body towards the scepter.
The little sun of the scepter shone, brightening the entire alley as if day turned to nightâ
And the three vampires yelled in agony.
They tried to cover their faces, tried to run away â but it was already too late. Their skin began to burn as if they were set on fire. Their muscle, their clothes, their scalp, their bones, everything was burning. The vampire that tried to grab it was the first to fall on the floor, agonizing, until he finally stopped moving. The other two screamed, yelled with nowhere to run. Their limbs were way too damaged to move.
You felt that your heart was burning, too.
Finally, the burning was too much for you to take. With a scream of effort, you dropped the scepter with a loud metallic noise and fell back on the floor.
The light extinguished.
You panted. You supported your body on your arms. Finally, the screaming stopped.
There were three dead vampires on your feet.
Their carcasses completely burned, unrecognizable. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Smoke clouded the alley.
You started shaking again.
Whatâ What just happened?!
But then, you heard another tiny voice besides yours and you remembered that there was someone you still needed to take care of. You got up from the floor, not daring to touch the scepter again, tip toeing to avoid stepping over the bodies.
You knelt in front of Oliver and held him by both arms.
âWhat are you doing here at this hour?!â You lashed out. âAlucard told you to not get out at night!â
The boy sobbed.
âI-I-Iâm s-sorry, m-madame,â he stuttered between his cries. âI-I-I was t-trying to help. I-I was t-telling people to g-get into their houses. I was already g-going back homeâŠâ
You wiped his tears with the sleeve of your blouse before hugging him. Tight. Oliver cried on your shoulder, his little body shaking against yours.
A hand touched your shoulder from behind â which caused you to gasp loudly.
Alucard had the most shocked, confused expression youâd ever seen. It was one of the rare moments when he wasnât being subtle.
âWhat happened?â Was all he asked, but it sounded like a demand.
No no no thatâs not what you should ask right now. Oliver is the priority.
The boy leaned away from you and you held his shoulders again. âWhere do you live?â
He sniffed and rubbed his nose. His little face was all puffy and wet. âT-Two streets away from here.â
You got up and took his hand. âLetâs go.â
âRubyââ
âLetâs go,â you interrupted Alucard. âI need to take him home.â
Take him home take him home take him home. Yes, this is what I need to do. This is all that matters.
You walked on a beeline with a rushed pace towards the exit of the alley â both the scepter and the piece of paper with your translations completely forgotten on the floor. Alucard followed you closely, but in silence. Oliverâs little hand was still shaking. You held it tightly.
After no more than five minutes of walking, he pointed towards his house. You leaned down and hugged him again.
âDonât leave your house. Did you understand? Do not walk out under any circumstance. Tell your parents about it.â You repeated in a serious authoritarian tone you didnât recognize yourself. Have you ever spoken that way before?
Oliver nodded and apologized again. Finally, he waved a last goodbye and entered the house.
It seems that you just started to breathe again when you heard the sound of the door locking.
A few seconds of silence went by.
âRuby.â
You shivered and turned around.
Alucard looked down at you with frowned eyebrows. Was he angry? Oh fuck, of course he was angry. You put yourself in danger again. You did what you shouldnât. You got out of the inn without his permission.
âIâm sorry. I didnât want to interrupt your mission. I hope I didnât cause any trouble for you,â you started while avoiding his gaze vehemently. Your fingers were trembling again; you hid them behind your back.
âCan you tell me whatââ
âOliver was being chased by vampires. I saw them running through the window and I couldnât hold myself back. Iâm sorry, I know you told me to not put myself in danger. B-But I couldnât just stay still, you see?â You couldnât shut up. Why couldnât you shut up? Why was your voice shaking? âI didnât want to make you angry.â
âIâm not angry at you.â
âAnd thenâ the scepterâ it did that thing again. I donât know how that happened. Itâ it got so hot out of sudden, and then the vampires were burning too. I d-donât know if I was the one to do it. I just didnât want Oliver to die. I hope I didnât cause any trouble.â
âYou didnât, Ruby.â
âOhâ I left if on the floor, didnât I? Iâm sorry. I put you through all the trouble of going back to the Louvre only to drop it at the alley. I s-should take it back. Oh! And I was translating the writings too. I think I dropped the paper⊠well, I wasnât translating anything, I was just writing the words in our alphabet, and I donât know itâll be useful at all but I wanted to help somehowââ
âRuby.â
The words got stuck in your throat.
Alucard cupped your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him and nothing else.
He frowned. âYouâre burning.â
You blinked rapidly. âWhat? N-No, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are. I can feel it through the gloves.â Alucard used his teeth to take the glove off his right hand; he pressed it over your forehead. He was probably trying to help, but that action made you feel even hotter on the inside. âWe need to do something about it.â
âNo!â You blurted out. âNo, thereâs no need. Donât worry about me. Iâll be fine. Iâll heal. I always do.â
âRuby.â He called again.
Alucard shoved the glove inside his coat and held your face with both hands again; he lowered himself slightly to get closer to your eye level.
âI am not angry at you.â He started in a slow and quiet voice. âYou didnât interrupt me. You did nothing wrong. But I need you to understand that you are spiraling, and I need you to calm down first.â
S⊠Spiraling? You were spiraling?
You gulped and nodded.
âBreathe with me.â He instructed patiently.
Inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled. You followed his slow pace.
Adrenaline dissipated in your bloodstream; your head got quieter again. Your heart stopped running and went back to walking. Your hands, however, were still shaking.
You lowered your head, desperately trying to avoid his gaze, when you felt tears well up your eyes.
âIâm sorry,â you said in a weak tone.
âThereâs nothing to apologize for,â Alucardâs voice was even quieter than usual⊠even gentler. He didnât step away. His thumb caressed your cheek with care.
âI got so scared. I thought Oliver was going to die.â
Why did you even confess that? You werenât sure; your brain wasnât working properly anymore. But yes, that was true. You were scared of getting hurt â you were just used to pain, you didnât like it â but you were even more scared of seeing that boy die in front of you. So small and so innocent and so familiar for some reason.
Why was that familiar? Why were you so confused? What the hell just happened?
You had no answer to any of these questions. All you wanted to do was cry at that moment â but not in front of him. Never in front of him; itâd be too humiliating. You wanted to step away, to have some space to recover. You wanted to hide from him.
Alucard had other plans.
When the first stubborn tear streamed down your cheek, Alucard pulled you closer to his body. His hands let go of your face; instead, he wrapped his arms around you. He was delicate. Hesitant, even.
Your face was then hidden in his chest.
Alucard didnât say anything. Perhaps there was nothing he couldâve said at that moment, so he decided to act.
You froze at first. This⊠this was the closest youâve ever been to him â at least while fully conscious, a proximity Alucard established willingly. You didnât even know you had the right to stand that close to him.
When was the last time someone offered you comfort like that?
If it had happened before, you didnât remember.
Slowly, your body melted under his. Your tense members softened. His sweet scent enveloped you. With much hesitance, you wrapped your arms around his body too, under his cape â and in the moment Alucard realized you accepted his embrace, he held you just a little tighter, a little more comfortable. One of his hands caressed your hair, while the other wrapped around your back.
You did your best to swallow any incoming sobs, forcing yourself to cry in silence. If Alucard even noticed you were crying, he didnât show it. He just kept his arms around you protectively⊠affectionately. It made your insides feel warm in a way not even that strange scepter could.
None of you said a word, though there was much to be said. Both of you understood the gravity of what just happened. The three burnt carcasses were there at the alley, waiting to be inspected.
But that could wait for now. Nothing had the right to pierce through the small bubble of peace you shared.
You just stayed there in each otherâs embrace for longer than your confused brain could register.
The bright full moon, reining sovereign in the sky, was your only witness.
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Can I request Umemiya & Togame x reader where they have an aquarium date? I feel like it would be cute^_^ feel free to ignore, I hope you have a great day :D
đ«§đŒđČ*à© aquarium date ËđąÖŽÖŽà»đËËđąÖŽâ§Ë w/ the wind breaker boys

âż featuring: hajime umemiya, jo togame, ren kaji âż contains: established relationship, fluff, unverified facts on sea creatures âż a/n: what a lovely idea! ( ˶ᔠᔠá”˶ ) actually this has been requested quite some time ago rip!! tho aquarium dates are definitely cute and i feel like there'd be lots of funny moments! i hope you don't mind but i added kaji in too, cutie~ thank you for your patience!! âż wc: 1.1k
ÊÉ umemiya -
ê€ the aquarium tickets were a heartfelt gift from a generous townsperson who thought that you and umemiya were the cutest couple. he always talked about you, and shared how he was so lucky to have someone so kind, caring, sweet, and beautiful. the complete package, really. as soon as he had a free day without any scheduled patrols or activities, umemiya eagerly invited you to join him on a date at the aquarium.
ê€ umemiya got selected as a volunteer for the sea lion show, due to his sparkly-eyed enthusiasm. he was being so cute and silly as he blew flying kisses to you while helping perform tricks and interacting with the sea lion, then when asked if he was here with someone today and if he'd like to give a shoutout, he proudly points at you and proclaims "that's the love of my life right there!" the crowd around you couldn't help but gush at his romantic declaration.
ê€ as you and umemiya walk into the serene, dimly lit fish aquarium, he notices how the soft blue illumination of the tanks cast an ethereal glow on your face, and umemiya couldn't resist stealing a kiss from you, catching you by surprise from his spontaneous smooch.
ê€ under the shimmering light of the fish tanks, umemiya pulls you close, whispering to you: "today has been the most amazing day and i'm glad i got to spend it with you." his voice filled with sincerity, as you two walk out of the aquarium hand in hand. "also, did you know my love for you is deeper than the ocean, my sea anemone?" he adds, as you giggle at his chosen pet name.
ê€ he surprises you with a coral keychain from the gift shop, because he says it reminds him of you. corals bring life to the ocean, and you know how umemiya loves his plants, which provides the oxygen that we breathe, so he says you are like a coral that breathes life into him. (how cute is that!)
ÊÉ togame -
ê€ togame actually went and bought the aquarium tickets for both of you, because he remembered how much of a marine life advocate you were, to the point that you detested plastic straws because of their detrimental effects on the turtles. he thought it was cool how every ticket bought contributed to help save the sea turtles, and at the same time, you two could also get a fun date out of it.
ê€ he actually stops and reads the facts about the sea creatures and he tells you about the ones that he finds interesting, but he ends up unintentionally getting real smooth with it and tries to woo you (even if you two are already together).
ê€ "did you know sea otters hold hands or grab onto each other while sleeping so they won't drift apart? maybe we should try that next time too." togame says as he grasps your hand in his, demonstrating his recently learned fact.
ê€ by the time you two got to his favorite part, the turtles (it's your favorite too, since it reminds you of him), he would look at the sea turtles with you with so much affection.
ê€ you point at the mating turtles and giggle, tugging on togame's shishitoren jacket and telling him to look at it. he chuckles and says: "us when we get home later." half jokingly.
ê€ you two also attended an environmental awareness talk hosted by the aquarium on sea turtles, as togame wraps an arm around you, but his attention seems to be immersed in the talk, while your eyes were fixated on him, feeling a sense of wonder not just for the turtles, but also for togame, who was nodding and listening intently, and it reminded you of how much of a good listener he is to you too.
ê€ you and togame get matching turtle keychains from the gift shop as a souvenir of your aquarium date. the keychains were the magnetic type, so they click together whenever you two are near each other, accentuating the fact that you two are each other's other half and are very, very attracted to one another.
ÊÉ kaji -
ê€ kaji (sort of) won the aquarium tickets at the tonpu shopping district raffle, and he was extremely baffled because he doesn't even recall signing up for anything, but it turns out that kusumi and enomoto frantically entered his name daily, as soon as they overheard you mentioning to kaji that you wanted to go to the aquarium with him someday.
ê€ you excitedly pulled kaji to go watch the dolphin show together, oblivious to the faded "splash zone" sign on your seat, resulting to getting quite a bit drenched despite his attempts to shield you with his arm. kaji blushed furiously and tried his best to look away when he realized he could see a glimpse of your undergarments through your top.
ê€ he quickly pulled his hoodie over his head and handed it to you, telling you to put it on. with kaji only in a shirt in the chilly aquarium, you insisted he wait outside while you ventured into the gift shop. you returned a minute later to gift him a hoodie that you bought, adorned with cute baby dolphins and the words "i love dolphins" on it, proudly gifting it to him.
ê€ he said "no way in hell am i wearing that." but he couldn't resist the sad look in your eyes as you pleaded with him: "please? for me, ren?" and that was all it took. for some reason, kaji just can't say no to you. you held too much power over him. he huffed and muttered a "fine", grumbling while reluctantly putting on the dolphin hoodie.
ê€ you tried to take a picture of him wearing it, but he grabbed your hand and held it to drag you off to the other sea creature exhibits.
ê€ upon reaching the shark tanks, you playfully nudge kaji to get his attention. "that looks like you whenever you're angry, ren!" you exclaim as you point at a shark gnawing at its food. "is this your way of telling me that you want me to bite you?" kaji looked at you like he was a predator and you were his prey. you blushed as he blamed you for starting it in the first place. kaji also blushed furiously as he realized the implications of what he just said.
ê€ as you walk home together, kaji shoves a lollipop into your hands, but not just any lollipop - a shark shaped one, and says he just got it for you as thanks for the hoodie. but deep inside, you knew that kaji got it for you because he wanted you to think of him (and maybe of him biting you).
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i donât go here often but the weird tension and watching porn together andâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ. and bakugouâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
âź tags ; parts r left vague in detail (so u can imagine tdick or other), masc!reader, gay sex, jerking off in the same room, frotting, reader is a crass jackass, dubcon-ish (bkg is into it he's stubborn tho) stupid hent tropes, premature ejaculation on bkgs end.
âź a/n ; merc this literally possessed me KJDSHFKJSD.

"The fuck do you mean you don't jerk off?"
Bakugou flushes, throwing a pillow at you from the other side of the couch. You can't understand what he's saying to save your life.
"Fuck you. It's not that weird."
You give him a disbelieving look. "No, it definitely is. You don't like... watch porn?"
He makes a face at you that you can't identify. "No? I just like take care of it in the shower. If I get like morning wood or whatever."
"You only jerk off if you have morning wood?!"
A blush spreads up his neck, all the way to his ears. There's little sparks in the palms of his hands that make you snort. "It's not weird!"
"We're living different lives," You reply,without skipping a beat. "If I don't rub one out like. Twice a day at least, my dick will explode."
His face crinkles up with disgust. "Are you a fucking animal?"
"Dude, twice is nothing."
He doesn't have anything to say to that. You think on his situation for a while before a shit-eating grin spreads on your face. "You know what? I think I can fix you."
"Fuck do you mean fix me? There's nothing to fix, I'm going to kill you."
"Hold on," You ignore him, reaching around the arm of the couch for your backpack nearest the table. You grab your laptop and take it out of it's nice, blue sleeve - opening it up. Some short clicking sounds in the room before you set it on the coffee table in front of you both. "Here we are."
There's thumbnails of obscenities upon obscenities upon your screen - all with varying appropriate titles and run times. You look at him triumphantly, like a proud crow with shiny trinkets. Bakugou looks at you with complete disdain and disgust.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Don't be rude," You reply, not skipping a beat. "I'm offering you my curated, high quality porn stash without charge. This is the good stuff. You have to go to like... the sixth page of the internet for this quality. All HD."
"You're a fucking degenerate."
You grin. "I'm a connoisseur." You pause a bit, scrolling through your collection before glancing at him. "You got a type? Like in chicks."
"No," He says flatly, then looks at you. "Do you?"
You think on it before grinning. "Blondes."
He blushes at that. You scroll to the bottom of the first page and find your favorite video. It's a little vintage, but the main actress is a pretty blonde with a nice rack. It's NTR, plenty debauched. You click on it, setting the laptop back in view of you both before. Bakugou throws you a distressed look. "The fuck are you doing?"
"Changing your life, man. You're like a brother to me."
"And your show of brotherhood is watching fucking porn together? Don't be disgusting."
"It's not disgusting, come on. Don't be rude. This actress is super hot and this clip is hard to find. Show some gratitude."
"I'm going to leave." He threatens. You shrug.
"I'll have fun jerking off in your living room." You reply back. That keeps him glued to his seat.
The video starts playing after the intro. It's a pretty typical set-up for porn. A lonely, neglected housewife cheating on her husband with the plumber. It's nasty right from the jump though, not much emphasis on panty-shots and build up. They get straight to business in the first ten minutes of the film. You've seen it plenty by now, but your eyes remain in trance anyway. The actress is a natural beauty. A pretty face, short-blonde hair, and nice chest with pretty nipples.
Your breath hitches, something stirring underneath your waistband. She plays prickly in the film, all for show of course - but it makes the pay off way better. It's hot seeing her get corrupted.
You almost forget about Bakugou next to you until he whispers to you, low and offensive. "The hell are you doing?"
He must be referring to the hand unbuttoning your jeans. "What do you think?"
He makes a noise of protest, but ultimately can't stop you. You're hard. Always does the job this one, but you feel another layer of arousal feeling a gazed fixed on you. You glance at Bakugou, noticing a pillow over his lap and a blush over his face and grin. You think it's probably just your dick talking. The situation is so fucking obscene though.
You wonder what Bakguou sounds like when he moans. They look similar, him and the actress. Chest might be the same size, too. You let off a soft laugh. "Don't be shy on my account."
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."
You make a face, lazy and lidded eyes meeting his. "You want to? Dunno if you've got any lube around to make it happen though, since you're such a priss."
His eyes go wide, pinched expression suddenly twisted with anger. He goes to cuss at you again but you beat him to the punch.
"Hey. Wanna jerk off together?"
You didn't think he could look more shocked if he tried. You snicker. "It'll feel better than humping the pillow like you are right now."
"I'm not fucking humping it."
"Right. D'ya wanna?"
He clearly thinks about it, which makes you laugh. The whole situation is making your head spin. You think it'd feel good to rub against him at least. You've never done anything like that with another guy though, but Bakugou is so pretty - can't be sure it counts. You get fed up with his waiting after a minute, scooting closer and circling in. He backs up against one arm of the couch as you crowd infront of him - stood on your knees on either side of his thighs. The angle is perfect to get your dicks to touch with some effort. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat as you gingerly move the pillow.
You pull his sweats down as well as your jeans and press the tips of your cocks together - spitting into your hand to make the tips both wet. Bakugou gasps, groaning in the back of his throat. Humiliated, he pulls back and looks at you. He's pissed, feral.
Weirdly, you think he's kind of sexy right now. You leaned down to kiss him, and he tries to pull away. You grip your hand in his hair and force him to kiss you - all teeth and tongue. He pulls back with a flush.
"Fuck," You groan, rutting up against him - your whole body shuddering and pulsating from the sensation of his dick. Hot and velvet, making your body twitch. "You're kinda sexy."
"Shut up," He replies, no real bite when his voice is so blown out with lust. "We're not even watching the porn anymore, dipshit."
"Guess not," You reply, rubbing against him again. He moans aloud, pleasing you. "You're way sexier than that."
His dick twitches in response to that. "Shut up,"
"Might be bad if I get addicted to this," You reply, sweat dripping down the crown of your head as your hips follow their own rhythm. "Let's cum together. C'mon."
He frowns at you before craning his neck up to push another kiss to your mouth. You shudder as you feel him cum against your fingers from that, laughing in amusement.
You were joking about being addicted, but you can't be sure. Not anymore, at least.

#return to sender#bakugou x reader#katsuki <3#dubcon cw#I NEED THIS TO BE ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sorry merc i . literallt went insane thinking of this
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Drabble: you were sleepy and your roommate gave you a "hand" to prevent you from completely dozing off.
It's been hours since you started your activities and assignments! dang these teachers are giving too muchhh, it was making you sleepy asf, you could've played games and write but these fucks js wouldn't let you, would they? your glasses was slowly falling off your nose bridge as your head keeps on bobbing sleepily, you just can't help it! you already consumed 6 cans of caffeine and it was draining you tbh, feeling like you'd die any minute, your roommate knocked! oh gosh, finally someone saved you.
"Yo yn, you good? you look like....shit" the guy said straightforwardly, feeling disappointed and not really feeling on quarrelling your roommate, you just ignored the guy and continued writing on your notebook. Shocked that the guy actually left on his own will and didn't pester you! just when you were about to reach your book on your shelfâ an arm pulled you down on someone's lap! seemingly awoken, you whipped your head behind you, you were greeted with a sly smirk
"Oh wow, now your awake?" he asked teasingly as he creeped his arms around your waist "I know what could wake you up fully" he said, pulling the waistband of your shorts while he smiled down at you, hinting what he wants. Thinking that you definitely needed a reliever and alsoo something that could wake you up, so you nodded n pulled down your shorts, with the male smiling in satisfaction and lubing up his cock with spit and spitting on your hole, to at least lube you somehow. As the guy slowly eased you down his cock, you could immediately feel alive and awaken! this guy's cock is big and thick asf, you felt like you're splitting in half!
It's been 3 hours of pure torture! this guy's a total menace, he's been grinding you down on his cock and just when your doing the same, he stops and stills, teasing you "I thought you're studying, bunny?" "c'mon you can do this, doll. Disobey and I'll leave you sleepy and horny" he taunts yet teases your hips, nipples, nape and neck! it was pure hell
Feeling fed up, you passed your glasses on to the teasing male and you grind down harshly on the male's cock and rode him like your life depended on it! awarded with a choked moan! his eyes rolled to the back of his head! it shocked the male but he didn't even complain and just watched you with a fucked out smile, each bounce, was making your gaming chair creek! His grunts and your moans were echoing throughout your room, making out with the whiny roommate and teased him of how he looks so hot and cute asf, it made him snap so he changed your position and continued plowing you on the table, your books and papers are all scattered!
One things for sure tho, your sleepiness was now long gone and instead replaced with hornyâĄ
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Still Waters Run Deep
Chapter 1: Apple of His Eye
PAIRING: Eldritch!König x Reader
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I've said before, English isn't my first language, so this would e fun. Hehe. I'm so excited to share this fic with you guys hehehehe. I'm posting this on both Tumblr and Ao3. Who knows, the story on the other site would be different hm...? I'm not telling when, but hehe. Also, reader is in her twenties, specifically 22, so yayeet. If you don't like how fucked up this story is gonna get then please turn around and go on your merry way. I'll be posting the first chapter here on Tumblr because jesus, my ao3 invitation has yet to arrive. Also, don't forget to write comments, I need feedback because I eat them like it's groceries-
WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference, Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Older!König, Eldritch!König, Monster!König, Masturbation, Dark Romance, Blood and Gore, Violence, Monsterfucking
WHENEVER A CERTAIN COLONEL PASSES BY the soldiers would grow quiet, as if heâs sucking the joy with him and then the chatter would continue once his thundering footsteps would fade away into quietness.
A silence would hang over the air for a brief moment â like theyâre making sure the danger has passed before proceeding â and the soldiers would continue to chat once they're sure it was safe to proceed. Babbling away but their voices would be a bit hushed, as if their ears were on the lookout for the colonelâs presence.
The colonel was absolutely â you remember his name being König because you saw him score several shots using a sniper rifle in training â wholeheartedfuckingly terrifying.
König strides confidently across the battlefield and KorTac base of Operations in the same damn mannerâArrogant, egotistical, prideful. The mountain of a man walks in like he owns the place, and troops would be so relieved if they see him in the battlefield because they know that he'd be able to turn the tides to their favor.
And the fucker knows it. He knows people look up at him. Looking at him like the fucking messiah that would save them right then and there.
He relished in it.
And he was so fucking gigantic as he is muscular too, to the point his huge hands could definitely crush your head with his fingers if he saw fit. To say he was a Greek God was insulting. No, he was like Kronos.
Destructive.
All-devouring force.
Whenever you stood too close to himâeven tho you recall not stepping too close to the colonel because you wanted to respect the five-foot rule for everyone lest they give you the go signal to hog their personal space like Izzy doesâyou can see the way his muscles would bulge whenever he tightened his fists, or how the veins on his arms were so⊠alluring, and holy shit he has scars. Battle scars that should've repulsed you but you find yourself wanting to trace it with your fingers.
His form is almost mesmerizingâlike how you'd imagine Fenrir slaying Odin from one of the Norse Myths.
However, like Fenris Wolf, he too was bound and shackled to base. Most of the time, at least. You would see him buried and drowning and several paperwork when you go to his office while Roze waited for you by the door.
And you could see his baby blue eyes squint and conjure a glint of annoyance as you hand him your report. He has pretty eyes, that colonel. He doesnât speak to you, always uttering grunts or huffs. Dismissing you with a wave of his handâalways gestures but never talking.
It reminds you of gray skies and blue muted waters, and sometimes they seemed vibrant when you hear the sinister glee in his voice of bashing an enemies head open like how watermelon breaks â and then he'd look at you and you'd immediately avert your gaze because oh god that would be so fucking awkward if your superior had caught you staring at his eyes like a creep.
As mentioned before, König is mostly quiet, and you didn't really hear him talk since he never talked to you at all. In the battlefield, when he barked out orders, gunfire would drown them and those closest to him would relay the message on to the others.
Lieutenant Izzy â Izanami actually, but she preferred being called Izzy â always spoke in Japanese, but she can speak a few broken English words. She didnât seem to see you as a liability, often asking you out to grab lunch with her and Captain Roze. The white-haired girl always made sure you never missed your meals, and if you did, sheâd make sure to hand you some MREs for the sake of making sure youâre taken care of.
She said to you once, âBe careful of that colonel, he is⊠what is English word that for⊠word you use when object is not good to youâharms life.â
âYou mean dangerous?â Roze would correct her. âWe really need to work on your English, girl.â
âYes, that the word Iâm looking for.â Izzy would laugh. âăăŒășć
茩ăèšæŁăăŠăăăŠăăăăšăăâ
Roze, on the other hand, was more closed off. She was ruthless and strict, but youâre convinced that she cares about you the same way Izzy does because she gets this soft glint in her eyes when you tell her that you forgot to eat or missed lunch. Then five seconds later youâd feel an MRE smacking you on the chest, and Roze is barking at you for being stupid enough to not eat and say youâre lucky that her and Izzy are looking out for you.
But you can tell that both are highly protective of you, like older sisters making sure their youngest sibling didn't fuck up on missions or get hung by their rib by enemy soldiers.
Whenever the colonel passed by, you remember Rozeâs words âKeep your gaze downâ because apparently there was an incident where König had beaten the shit out of a recruit because the poor thing looked at him funny. Something about the recruit scrunching his face in disgust at the colonel or was it because he had mocked him behind his back?Â
Either way, the kid was beaten to a pulp.Â
The colonel was never given a court martial, however, since he had been able to pull rank it seems. Roze was the one who told you during lunch, voice in a hushed whisper.
Then your thoughts wander back to the nightly horror stories your soldiers would tell to one another. You had a habit of visiting them before making sure they all slept on curfew time. It was fun and it helped boost morale amongst the troops. It also helped that you were a younger lieutenant, so you were able to easily connect to your platoonsâ humor and quip remarks.Â
You remember the hushed whispers in the barracks, each of them uttering stories of what König might look like beneath the mask.
You often thought maybe he looks so mutilated that it resembles Nemesis from Resident Evil or maybe Salvatore on the Village Version. But you've seen the pretty blue eyes König possessed and you just know that deep down, he was a handsome man.Â
Sure, he was old enough to be your dad, had a huge ass age gap that's wider than the forehead of the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces you had previously worked with due to König being forty-five years old, but you'll admit a pretty man if you see one.
However, your soldiers' claims were way more hilarious as they spoke. Each sounding absurd and stupid than the last.
"I heard he has three faces, like the demon Asmodeus. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he's a prince of Hell in disguise. Have you seen his body? What I'd give to climb him like a tree."Â
"I could've sworn I saw worms underneath. Kind of like maybe a maggot-infested lower jaw since I heard the skin of his jaw had been burnt off."
"I think he has the face only a mother could love. Men like that exist."
You had grown up in a small town, people believing heavily in superstitious beliefs. However, once you've left said small town, you realize that they were silly things that old people simply uttered into the wind.
"Did you know a psychic said I would get murdered when I was ten?" You laughed at the absurdity of it all, wanting to add some scary shit of your own.
"Really, L.T?" One of your soldiers said. "Oh, this has to be good!"
âYeah. I remember she was very old, and if I were correct, I think she moved from Hallstatt? Wherever the fuck that is.â
You told them the stupid little story. How you lost twenty dollars to a fraud only for them to say you'll get murdered, and how it spooked you as a kid and made you all paranoid only to realize you just got scammed out of your money.
"The thing that will kill you is hiding its face. The thing that will kill you has its crown scraping the ceiling. The thing that will kill you has sharpened teeth. The thing that will kill you will charm you with its glamor and false promises. The thing that will kill you will devour you with its appendages and fill you with its seed. The thing that will kill you⊠you won't see it coming."
The soldiers all laughed, including you, after you've said it in the most croaked voice as you mimicked the old psychic.Â
You've never laughed so hard in your whole life, but you were glad that it was your troops that were with you and not stuck up stoic alpha male soldiers. It wasn't real, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.Â
All of you got along.Â
Sure, most of the soldiers given to you were teens â because the military was just hiring eager and stupid kids, and by God you were going to protect these little shits with your life â but it was fine because they had you. For as long as you live, you promised yourself you'd make sure they were all safe.
And you took them under your wing and you feel bad because they were kids compared to you. They shouldn't be here dressing up as soldiers and being sent off to war zones with you. These kids were supposed to be at home, where they could be safe, and worrying about teen stuff. But then again, KorTac was a company at the end of the day.Â
A Private Military Companyâbasically just glorified mercenaries at this point.
Of course, they would exploit anyone who is willing to serve for their country while also getting paid generously compared to being in a government affiliated militaryâHell, you're here, aren't you? Why? Because they can be greedy fucks and capitalism exists, and KorTac rivals Disney in terms of being a well-known PMC in the military world, and you're broke.Â
Not to mention that the BAS â Basic Allowance for Subsistence â was fucking higher in KorTac than the government affiliated military you used to serve in. A BAS rate of seven hundred sixty-two point sixty-nine euros for enlisted members, while officers are given the same but with an increased rate of four hundred ninety-seven point fifty- eight euros is better than the current BAS.
You also get the average of six thousand and seven hundred eighty-two euros at an average per month here in KorTac. The pay is way fucking better and you can save up money to the point you were able to pay off your own student and credit card debts and leave your parents' nest since you were basically loaded at this point.Â
Money was enough to blind you from the dangers that lurked beneath the still waters that run deep that is KorTac.
"The thing that will kill you⊠you won't see it coming."
âDid you hear what happened?â
âWhat?â
âAnother soldier went missing again.â
Captain Stiletto changed her mags, examining her scope as she spoke to you with a calm voiceâas if she hadnât just dropped the news of someone going missing. Again. You were ready to hear which recruit was unlucky enough to be whisked away and never to be seen again. That or they turn up mutilated and scared, and the poor things wonât even talk. However, a missing rookie suddenly turns up out of nowhere after months of disappearing without a trace was statistically low.
No, really, it would be lowâunusual at best.
The best way to analyze it would be using the Bayesian Inference, and using a probability model to express the uncertainty towards the situation. In this case, using a binary variable would be ideal, $Y$, to represent the outcome whether the missing rookie ever did turn up or not. $Y$ = 1 if the rookie is found, and $Y$ = 0 if the rookie isnât found.
Then assume that the probability of finding said missing rookie is equal to the proportion of all missing persons who are eventually found. As evidence becomes available, then update the model with that evidence and compute the posterior distribution for the probability of finding the rookie.
In this case, if one of the higher ups discovered the rookie all pale and shaking and are obviously had been terrified to fucking death, the information in that scenario could be used to update the posterior distribution, taking into account that the probability that the rookie had seen something scary in that location, if they were ever found that is.
Once the model with all available evidence has been updated, the posterior distribution to make predictions of the probability of finding the new recruit can now be used. The officers tasked with finding themâat least those who hasnât given upâwill be able to find them within a certain time frame or calculate the probability that theyâre are found alive or dead.
Just some basic statistics youâve learned in ninth grade, thatâs all. Or at least from what you can remember.
The scar that ran down the captainâs face was evident like the blood smeared in your hands when youâve killed an enemy. No one knew why there was a huge damage to her face or why it was there in the first place. Youâve only been in KorTac for a month, almost everyone youâve met have given you warnings and it was all the sameâkeep your distance from the colonel. You have half a mind to say âFuck thisâ but the pay was good.
Not to mention your contract hasnât been finished yet and you doubt youâd find a good paying job like this while doing what you love.
âWho was it?â You dared to ask.
Stiletto looks away for a moment, before turning back to you. âPrivate OâNeil.â
Your eyes widened at the information. You donât know the person, but to hear a private going missing was surprising. Usually, it was the recruits who disappeared for the most part or at least from your observation in your stay here. Now thatâs very strange.
âHuh⊠a Private? How come it wasnât a rookie?â
âThatâs what Iâm thinking too.â
Stiletto responds with the same confusion as you, her lips pursed. She looks worried, unsure to react.
âThe colonel had been tasked to investigate the missing cases, but even he isnât getting any answers.â The captain says, her face troubled. âItâs like thereâs a serial killer at base.â
âLike playing Mafia, huh.â You joked.
âExactly.â
Youâre scared of what this could mean. If whoever it was plucking the recruits off like grapes were about to turn to privates, then it wonât be long before your ass is on the line. You have half a mind to help, maybe offer your insights on the investigations, but thanks to Roze and Izzyâs advice, you knew better than to get too close to the colonelâŠ
Unless you want to get beaten by König with your incompetencyâwhat he deems incompetencyâsince he loves doing things his way according to the soldiers who had worked with him.
It wasnât enough to scare the rookies, however. Theyâre still chatty and happy, all of them seemed unaffected by these rumours.
Of course, theyâd be unaffected, everyone is telling them that itâs just rumours and the soldier that disappeared had simply been discharged for wanting to leave or go back home. There were a few who didnât believe it, but those with higher ranks â including you â were reassuring them that it was merely rumours.
That they shouldnât really worry their pretty little minds about it. And what infuriated you the most was because it worked. They were gullible kids, as young as sixteen to nineteenâbasically a six to three years old age gap between you and them. They should know better than to believe the honeyed words from yours or their superiorsâ mouth.
But could you even blame them?
Theyâre just kids. You and the other high-ranking officers were older than them, obviously they would trust you. They expect all of you to guide them, showing them the real ropes of war and violence unlike the trial sessions theyâve had in boot camp and the infantry.
So, really the blame was on every high ranking officialâincluding you.
Everyone from being a specialist to the general of the army were losing their shit over these incidents because KorTac was supposed to promote opportunity and valour, but how can you do that if your fellow soldiers â doesnât matter what rank they are â are going missing like some monster was plucking them off of their rooms one by one or rather off of the hallways when theyâre past curfew.
Curfew falls under your responsibility too, sergeants up to lieutenant colonels were tasked to make sure that every rookie or corporal has to be following the curfew or rather their curfew. KorTac had implemented the curfew for the rookies up to the corporalsâ weeks prior to your official employment according to Roze.
The last thing the people who called the shots wanted was a widespread panic amongst their troops.
âDo you have any hunch as to who it might be?â You asked her curiously, wanting to know the captainâs thoughts.
âIt could be that newbie before you, Phillip Graves, but heâs mostly out on missions. So, that checks him out.â Stiletto answered, looking at you. âThen there could be the possibility of it being Horangi.â
âWhy him?â
âHeâs too violent.â
âArenât we all?â
Stiletto laughs at your response, shaking her head as if youâre being silly. The captain was nice, in your opinion at least. She pats you back lightly like an aunt would when you remind her of your mom when they were younger. Thereâs a twinkle in her eyes, one where it makes you wonder just how exactly does Stiletto see youâa daughter, sister or maybe a friend. Either way, you were in her good graces and thatâs enough to quell your curiosities for now.
The two of you were practicing alone in the firing range. Those at the lower ranks had gone to sleep or were forced to sleep since it was curfew for them.
The atmosphere had gone heavy.
It was light and cheery in the morning, but at night, the happiness and laxness of the vicinity disappears, and you and the rest of the soldiers with a higher rank are faced with the reality that someone was picking off all of you one by one like candies inside your grannyâs bowl of strawberry candy that you donât see anywhere in the grocery store.
You know, the oneâs you get when one day you became a grandma â or great-aunt, or even an honorary old âauntieâ â and these things just magically appear at the bottom of your purse. The ones that once they start spilling out of your bag, youâll find an intricate cut-glass bowl or dish in the middle of your living room and your grandkids or kids would just come and go while pocketing a handful of them, and the refill is somehow always in your purse.
Stiletto hands you a rosary from her pocket. You looked at the long wooden beads coated with silver chains and designs before glancing at the captain. You took it gently, letting the coolness of the holy object cool your skin that wraps around it. Oh, itâs a sweet gesture. Now you have something to wear around your neck, a little good luck charm despite the fact that you donât really believe in God or a higher being. Her head is tilted to the side, looking at you with an analysing glance as silence befalls the two of you.
âWhyâŠ?â You asked her underneath the fluorescent lights of the firing range, riffles forgotten at each otherâs side.
Stiletto shrugs, sighing tiredly, âMaybe the thing thatâs picking us off one by one would be scared of the Lord.â
âI doubt he exists.â
âHeâll save you in your time of need. He answered my prayers. Maybe Heâll answer yours too.â
âWhat did you pray for?â
Stiletto is quiet for a moment, looking away before looking back at you with worry. She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.
âThat you would still be alive the next time I see you⊠that you wouldnât be next, lieutenant.â
âYouâre the lieutenant that Horangi had referred to the company, ja?â
A voice says with a German accent to it, and by Mary, Joseph, and the Babeh Jesus what an alluring voice he has. It was low and rough, a tad bit raspyâgravelly. You thought to yourself that if you were Persephone and you heard this voice coaxing you into the warm embrace of the Underworld, you too would have cartwheeled and backflipped into Hadesâs lap. Leaving the nymphs and the flowers, and the warm sun to drown in the enticing embrace of the God of Death while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
You turned around, half a mind to fuck the brains out of this man until you saw who was speaking to you and all horniness came to a halt as you realized who it was.
König.
You glanced directly at his eyes briefly before averting you gaze, Rozeâs warning echoing in your head. You nod your head, confirming his question. You tell him your name and rank, which country you came from, and basically any general information you can tell to confirm your identity. Konig nods his head at your words. His eyes crinkledâwas he smiling underneath the sniper hood?âand you can hear a smug tone on his voice.
âJa, leutnantin, Iâve read your files.â
âOh.â
Your eyes glanced to the side, seeing some soldiers chattering at the end of the hall. Good. There are people around. A polite smile blossoms on your face, offering it to the colonel â just like you would whenever you bump into a senior officer. Your mind raced why he was suddenly talking to you.
HE BARELY RESPONDED SO WHY WAS HE SUDDENLT BEING A CHATTER BOX?! You internally panicked since he often responded in hums or grunts whenever you give your report, didnât even glance at you whenever the two of you passed by each other.
So, why now?
âDid you need something, sir?â You asked him politely, tilting your head a little as you crane your head to look at him properly because holy shit, heâs so fucking tall.
âI do, actually, Schatz.â König responds, cold eyes gazing down at your smaller form. âI need your help with a⊠serious matter. Come with me to my office.â
His strides are big and long as you struggled to keep up with him as he walked down the halls. Your eyes glued to his massive thighs⊠and oh. The soldiers within the halls part like the sea as König passed by as if he was Noah. They all lower their gaze, chattering going to a halt until only the sound of the storm raging outside can be heard.
âSo, why do we need to go to your office?â
But König doesnât answer, and his hands balled to a fist. You can see the cloth crinkle as his grip dug into his palms, while he ignores your question. Which is, in a way, rude since you were simply trying to gouge out information as to why your colonel was summoning you to his office. You furrowed your brows at his actions.
âItâs the least I should know, donât you thinkââ
âAre you always so noisy?â
You blinked owlishly at his words, the colonel barely looking or glancing at you as he continued to walk down the halls of KorTac. Your breath hitches in your throat as you register the slight annoyance in his voice.
He finally looks at you, eyes crinkling as he laughs. And oh god, his laugh. The mere sound of it makes your cheek warm and make both of your lips smile.
âThe look on your face earlier is funny, Schatz. However, youâre a lieutenant, no? Iâm sure that despite how young you are, youâre mature enough to know that there are classified things that can only be discussed within the confines of an office, ja?â
âIâm sorry, colonel. I didnât mean to let it slip off of my head.â
You feel like winning the lottery, but the prize isnât a billion bucksâitâs the fact that you havenât angered the colonel, and heâs not bashing your head to the pavement or maybe stabbing you where you stand and tearing your flesh with his gloved hands.
You donât notice the guilt that settles on your face⊠nor the look of softness and endearment on Königâs face as he admires the look of culpability blossoms on you face.
The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with such an adorable shyness when you think that he would actually reprimand you for something so innocent. You were so little compared to him too, so fragile⊠so weak. He relishes in this power over youâpower over your reactions and your expressions. You looked so eager to stay on his good side. So eager to please him in your own innocent way. Whether you intentionally do it or not, König is being pumped full of dopamine at just you talking to him.
He's had his eye on you for a long while. The moment you stepped foot on base, beneath the scorching sun of the tarmac, König wanted nothing more than to snatch you and make you his. Drag you away from KorTac, smuggle you to Austria and lock you away in his house by the sea shore, away from prying eyes.
Where he can have you all to himself.
But even his rank and reputation in KorTac couldnât save or excuse his behaviour if he does that. Everyone would think he was a freak or someone creepy if he were to ever just scoop you up. The way your voice echoes when you bark out your orders to those inferior to you, the way it softens when you talk to your friends â especially to Horangi, and König s gnawing at the cages of his enclosure because he wished you would talk to him the way you would to Horangi.
He wants to talk again without addressing you formally, but he is awkward with connecting to people. Even when he tried to follow his psychiatristâs advice in trying to open up to people, König still has a hard time trying to initiate a conversation. The words piling up in his throatâstuck there for the rest of eternity.
 König doesnât know what to do with his hands, resisting the strong urge to grab yoursâso tiny and adorableÂâand let his giant hand envelope it. You are pouting, gaze averted to the ground, cheek rosy from embarrassment, probably reprimanding yourself that you shouldâve known better.
König isnât sure if he wants you to be scared of him or not â and he hates that you are the first one to be an exception to his desires, because he wanted everyone to fear him. There is something dark, disgustingly predatory almost, in his thoughts as he watched you beat yourself up, but he doesnât speak, and his fists are balled up because your voice and adorable face were too fucking much and he doesnât even know how to talk to a girl in his adult years.
âC-colonel, weâre here.â
You hate that you stutter, but you canât help it since your heart skipped a beat when you looked up and saw König looking at you with such softness and tenderness from his gigantic height. You had to take a deep breath, shaking your head at the delusion itâs not a delusion, you arenât seeing things runnin in your head.
No.
That was wrong. That idea in itself would be wrong. The colonel was someone wise despite his violent tendencies. He would never entertain the idea of being with a fellow soldier. Not to mention bend the rules just to risk his position and rank. It would be stupid for him. It wouldnât be worth it for him, and you just fucking know it.
âAh⊠right. Bitte, wait a minute.â
You can see how miniscule the keys are to his hand, his form bending down a little and when he stood back up, he was at least three inches taller than the fucking doorway. He turns the lights on and gestures for you to step in. He closed the door behind you as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his gigantic desk.
The desk looked proportionate to his form, and the office chair he has accommodates him greatly and it makes your heart flutter because he looks like a king and all he had to do was give out his decree, and you would be scrambling to do said decree to please him because holy shit something about how big he is, is making your insides churn deliciouslyâ
Wait. Bitch, you better stop. Your thoughts screeched to halt, smacking yourself internally because youâre sure youâre not yet in your ovulation week because you just finished your period four days prior⊠No, thatâs not true, you lost track of your cycle due to the recent events that happened at base. The colonel was twiceyour size, and youâre not sure if you can take him.
Not in a fight, of course.
âSo, about the recent events happening here at base, Iâm sure youâre well aware of it by now.â König starts, leaning at the desk. âSoldiers are disappearing left and right, the younger ones wouldnât take long before they stop buying our lies, and we need a way to stop whoever it is that is picking is off and making us drop like flies.â
He stopped, eyes roaming as if heâs analysing you.
âHase, you are quite the prodigy that at such a young age youâve managed to achieve the rank of lieutenant, and I am completely impressed.â König says, nodding to himself as if heâs proud of you. âSomeone of your calibre would be of valuable help to catch the culprit or, rather, the creature thatâs currently on the loose in base and hunting us one by one.â
âCreature? Donât you mean person?â
âIâd like you to look at these and tell me that a human was behind these incidents.â
König slides you a dossier and you merely throw a confused glance at him before opening said dossier, and you almostâNo. You do regret opening the fucking folder.
The entrails of the victims are chewed off and sprawled across the floor, the ground was a sea of blood. Some of them had missing parts, but mostly the torso was empty, intestines being the only thing left behind from the inside of the corpses, and there were a few where the eyes hangs out of its socket and runs down their faces like a veiny egg yolk. You want to look away, but you canât. Some pictures showed the skins have been peeled off, most had been cleanly peeled off. Even the nipples were intact. Never to this day have you seen anything so horrible.
Finally, the urge to puke tore your attention away from the files, smacking it to the table as you swivelled your head away, and your mouth unhinged as the familiar disgusting liquid of your insides went past your throat. Before any of it could spill past your lips, a bucket had been shoved to catch it. König holds the bucket to your mouth. Meanwhile, you did nothing but vomit. Over and over again. Long after it seemed there was nothing more to bring up, you continued to vomit.
At last, after a good solid minute, you stopped. Tears prickled your face as puke-mixed snot went down your throat. König was kind enough to offer you tissues to help clean yourself up before he hands you a glass of water, and getting rid of your vomit.
âIâm sorry.â You weakly said. âThat caught me off guard and Iââ The words cut off in your thought as you shuddered as the pictures seared into your head. Well, guess this is my thirteenth reason.
âItâs fine, Schatz. Nothing to be sorry about. It is rare for someone to stomach such evidence.â He reassures you.
His giant hand rubs soothing circles on your back and itâs so comforting that you eventually calm down and catch your breath. The taste of bile still lingers and you downed glass after glass of water just to get rid of it but seemingly failing to do so. Yet it is nothing compared to the electrifying touch of Königâs fingers that glide behind your back, passing by the wing ang hooks of your bra. Of course, he didnât mean to do that he most definitely did intendes to do that because he was just trying to ease you out of your sickened state.
âIâm sorry.â You say again.
The pout on your lips was making you adorable and König was glad he was the way that he was right now. Had he been the same age as you, he wouldnât have been able to hold back. He wouldâve pushed you down on his desk, giant hands spreading your legs, tearing your clothes, while he makes you beg for his cockâ
âAs Iâve said before, Schatz. Itâs fine. We have to recompose ourselves from time to time. After all, weâre only human, no?â
You look up at him from where you seat, smiling softly at him. He was so nice. Your eyes flickered to his neck, and then on to his fingers. Seeing the lack of wedding band on him had you feeling butterflies. Was he not married? Who wouldnât want to marry him? Was he ugly?
His baby blue eyesâlike a mixture of storm grey skies and the heartless depths of the oceanâwere a soft hint to the fact that he was handsome. You just know. Unconsciously licking your lips, your eyes scanned him over â in the most shameless manner, but that was fine. You can always chuck it up to you just analysing him.
âNow, Schatz.â His fingers wrapped around you chin, coaxing you gently to look up at him. âLieutenant colonel Allard, Captain OâNeil, and I will be conducting a manhunt starting at 00:00 up until to 04:30 this Friday. Allard would be taking the North side of the base, Iâll be taking the South, and OâNeil would be taking the West areaââ
You paid attention to every word he said, nodding your head every now and then. You kept your eyes locked to his, unaware of the growing tent inches away from your face in your colonelâs pants.
ââwhich is why I called you to my office.â His voice rips you out of your trance. âI wanted to ask you if you would be willing to lend out a hand in catching whatever it was thatâs picking us off one by one?â
âYes, sir.â
The way you responded with such speed had you internally clutching your pearls. You were so confused as to why you had agreed so easily without even asking for the details. Hopefully, your colonel would be kind enough to graciously brief you and the team before he sends you all out to play limbo with this culprit.
König smiles at your eagerness to help the teamâto help him. The younger ones werenât so eager like you; often having to be bribed with a reward just to help. But you? You said yes without any hesitation.
âAre you married, Schatz?â
âNo, sir.â
âHow come? Most female or male soldiers your age are married. Why arenât you?â
âWhy arenât you?â
Your body tensed as your mind caught up with that loose mouth of yours, but before you could even stop yourself the words had already been uttered into the world. Holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of your superior needs to be fired. Like, bro, pick a different sim to fuck up. Please. You mightâve had the chance to be in his good graces, being offered promotion after promotion because König did say heâs read your files â heâs awfully touchy too, but maybe thatâs because heâs comfortable around you. You mightâve had a chance of walking out the office, alive and healthy with nothing but a nod of a head and telling you to be prepared for the operation this upcoming Friday â but now youâve said those words with such casualness that it doesnât really suit the dynamic between you two, and could promptly land you to some punishments. You couldâ
The colonel chuckles, eyes closed as his shoulderâs shook, and the sound of it makes your cheeks flare with warmth.
âWhat gave it away, Schatz?â
Your body relaxed, seeing he wasnât offended or irritated by your response.
âItâs uh⊠um, the lack of wedding ring, sir.â
âOh? What an observant klein leutnantin.â
He looks at you, contemplating for a moment before König spoke.
âI have trouble finding a⊠suitable mate, if you will. Mutter often tells me that Iâm a carbon copy of my father, which could explain why sheâs so distant and hostile towards me. I donât⊠I donât know or saw the need to find a partner until⊠until recently.â
His gaze lands on you as he said the last two words. You furrowed your brows, wondering who or what couldâve changed his mind. With a tilt of your head to the side, you asked him a question that stems from his words.
âHow come your mother hated you just because you looked like your father? You canât exactly control your looks.â
âBecause he was a monster who had forced himself on her, and forced her to carry his child â which would be me.â
Your eyes widened at that. You didnât exactly expect the colonel to say it so casually, as if itâs a fun fact youâre telling to a kindergarten. You pursed your lips, looking away, feeling awkward and bad now that you had brought up the topic.
âIâm sorry⊠I⊠I didnât⊠know.â Was all you can muster.
âYou seem to not know anything at all, Schatz.â He cooed at you. âItâs alright. You neednât be sorry. How I was born is something I cannot control, but the outcome of who I can be is.â
König chuckles, walking over to pat your head affectionately and holy shit it has your heart racing.
âGrowing up, the children my age shunned me. They had thrown rocks at me, calling me a monster. My mother did nothing to comfort me, dismissing me and shoving a sack to cover my face. I spent most times outside the house, often sleeping on caves by the waters or at the sand by the shore. The lake is something comforting, I must say⊠I miss it â yearn for it, if you will."
âLake? Donât you mean ocean?â
âMy hometown was in Hallstatt Lake, Austria.â
His words ring a bell. You couldâve sworn youâve heard of Hallstatt Lake before. You tried to remember where you heard it, but couldnât. Oh, well. If I canât remember it, then it ainât that important.
 My father travelled from the ocean and dwelled by the lakes of that area. Then he saw mein mutter and... you know how that story went. Anyways, I have learned that I am⊠hideous. Therefore, that is one of the contributes as to why I am still, in your kindâs terms, single.â
âSo youâve never had partners before? Not even⊠I dunno⊠doing the devilâs tango? Sex?â
He laughs, shaking his head. âNo, Schatz. They back out the last minute.â
You looked at him pitifully. He was a lonely man, wanting to have someone beside him and yet his self-esteem was so low. Maybe fucking him could boost his self-esteem. Itâs not like Iâm craving him, Iâm simply helping. Maybe I could be the first to teach him the intimate touch of a woman. The comforts of the flesh. There was something about damaged men that are just so fucking hot. After all, itâs just a twenty-three years old age gap between König and I â Woah, what?! Pause. Your thoughts screeched to a halt, pinching yourself for letting it wander off that far.
How did it get to this?
How did the two of you get so comfortable to the point heâs literally just trauma dumping on you, and youâre lending an ear to listen. You should be walking out f the door, telling him this was unprofessional but you find yourself glued to the chair, heart going out to König as you empathize with him.
âI may not know what you look like under the mask, but mom did tell me that you can see if a person has a handsome or beautiful face is by looking at the shape of their eyes.â
âOh? And what have you deduced from just observing my eyes, Schatz? Am I considered monstrous?â
âNo, sir⊠Iâd say youâre beautiful.â
Königâs eyes widened at your words, his cheeks burning beneath the mask and heâs so fucking thankful that you canât see his face or what he looks like underneath. His heart thumps louder than it did when he first saw you.
He is fighting the urge to invite you to move in with him to his quarters, keeping you all to himself. Königâs sure that his bedroom is way more spacious and comfier than that of a lieutenantâs. The Austrian giant has to physically restrain himself from snatching you, and dragging you into the shadows with him where no one can rip you from his embrace â he canât bear thinking about you being with someone else.
âWas it offensive⊠sir?â
âNo, liebling. I just think you are blind.â
König would absolutely whisk you away right now. All you need to do was say the word, and heâd be following your words as if they are the ten commandments. He can and will buy you an estate if you want, just pick a placeâpreferably in Hallstatt, Austriaâand that would be easy for him. König would love to just provide for you, to get to go home to someone as adorable and meek as you are â eager to succeed and be praised by the most little of things. You would be protected there. No one would ever disturb you.
His father was never there for his mother. Left nothing to support her other than trauma after he was hunted down by the townsfolk and brutally murdered. König tells himself that he would be different, that he would give you the world. You need only ask.Â
He understands that being delusional isnât healthy, and that his psychiatrist would definitely shoot him with a Nerf gun for letting himself descend into this type of madness, but he was old.
And lonely.
And youâre just so sweet and so nice to him, going so far as to tell him heâs beautiful. And despite spending too much time in waters, König drowns himself in fantasies about you being in a giant house, welcoming him home after his deployment, pregnant and eager to kiss him sweetly. You who can be his everything. A cure for his troubles and woes, even though his psychiatrist had severely advised him to not put your partner on high pedestals because it is extremely unhealthy and co-dependent.
König knows he canât just blurt shit out as he pleases, lest he scares you away. You would scream at him, call him a sociopath â or a psychopath if you arenât as knowledgeable as him in the department of terms. He is only self-aware enough to know that he can lose you if he made one wrong move.         Â
Heâs old and tired. And he wants to experience fatherhood before he dies, preferably having you as his klein Frau. But he canât rush you. He needs to bid his time. In that moment, König decidedâregretfully soâto let you go back to your duties for the day.
He needed to get close to you than he ever did beforeâneeded to work with you to have you close to him at all times.
âThat would be all, liebling.â König says to you. âYou are free to go now. I donât really want to hold you up here for too long.â
âItâs an honour to be picked by you, colonel.â You chirp happily, eager to maintain this casualness between you two in hopes of getting promoted faster.
The giant, behemoth of a man watches you walk away from him, eyes glued to your hips and adorable, plump ass. Your frame still smaller than him even when you stood up to your full height. It was endearing to him. Soft blue eyes following your every move, watching you as you give him one last smile and a friendly wave before you closed the door shut behind you.
âIâd say youâre beautiful.â
Your words echoed in his head, making the older being flustered as he ran his hands over his face and sighed. He couldnât get it out of his mind, and he knew heâd be clinging to that until the day he died.
âIt shall be the day that the sun is at its peak when you find what you longingly desire. Once the sky is thick with water and the blood of warriors are spilled, the gods will give you a chance to converse with this creature. You should turn them away. Put them at arms-length, but you are a selfish being. You would devour them, drain them until they are merely husks because of your depravities⊠I pity this young girl.â
He recalls the stupid reading he had gotten from a so-called âwise womanâ twelve years ago in her quaint house at Wolfengasse street. Maybe that völva was genuine in her craft before she left Austria.
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John Walker is a well-written character and you're ready for this conversation
// Thunderbolts SPOILERS
I went in to watch Thunderbolts before I checked out TFATWS and was under impression Walker's some kinda insane dude with anger issues by the way everyone treated him (including fandom) and how surprised I got when I actually watched his story unfold and realised...
..he's a saint compared to the rest of Thunderbolts lol.
Don't get me wrong, he definitely has sins, but compared to this particular group of individuals he's nothingđ.
He's a soldier, got a title of Captain America from the government, and tried his best to live up to VERY HIGH expectations (the same ones we later see Sam himself struggling from btw). The problem is that John's a soldier who can fight well and not a peacekeeper. Growing more and more frustrated with how he fails to do this very honoured job he ends up being caught up in being ridiculously human. And together with super-serum complications (I suspect it amplified his emotional problems because he WAS NOT behaving like this before taking it, even Lemar says he's always been good in battles and made right decisions before) and grief John let his emotions get control over him.
You DO know he killed this guy because he was strieken with grief over his best friend Lemar dying, right? It's important to me that you know that.
Let's be real, John is a soldier and admits to doing some bad stuff in Afganistan to get these 3 badges of honour. The only reason he suffered the consequences he did is because it was public and people had expectations of him. If he was a regular soldier and killed 'a terrorist' he would even get another reward.
The fight between Walker and Sam & Bucky was clearly his mental breakdown as guilt and grief consumed him. And it seems like the only way he knows how to handle his emotions is to turn them into anger. Which is quite common for men btw.
Is John Walker a good person? Not exactly. Does it make him an interesting, complex and realistic character? Hell yeah.
The thing is, we see him choosing to do the right thing aka let go of Karli and save people in the same show even before Thunderbolts.
In Thunderbolts tho we see him over and over choosing to save people even if it's some random assasins team. Shit, he even launches himself to shield Bucky from bullets even when Bucky would be fine to block them with his metal arm. The thing that I noticed in Thunderbolts is how he starts using the shield to protect others and not as a weapon how it was in TFATWS.
The other thing that separates him from most of Thunderbolts team is that he's not an assasin in its sense, but a soldier who does what he does from patriotic standpoint. It doesn't exuse or justify his actions btw I'm very anti-military, but it gives him more depth than just being a killer.
In the end of the day he's stuck in the same limbo of trying to show his worth and seeking redemption for his sins just like other misfits of Thunderbolts.
He'd definitely use some work on how to handle his emotions in a healthy way and not just resolve to anger every time, but I genuinely don't understand how is he hated SO MUCH in the fandom.
Isn't it like the whole point of releases of this phase to show that people can't be perfect and if they are doing their best it's enough?
I'm not a John Walker apologist or excuser, but a secret third thing of an enjoyer of morally complicated characters.
#marvel#mcu#thunderbolts#thunderbolts*#thunderbolts spoilers#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#john walker#us agent
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đ± with luke!! going to see him play for the first tim in person at his nhl games
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⥠â warnings | luke being downbad for u, jack teasing you two (nothing too bad tho), just fluff!
⥠â ev's notes | this was such a fun blurb LOL
You waited for Luke and Jack at the player's entrance, excitement running through your veins. It had been a couple weeks since you'd seen Luke and this was the first game you'd attended since he had officially signed with the Devils. Now after a great win, you and the others are planning on going out to eat to celebrate not only the win, but finally being able to see your boyfriend.
After the exhilarating win, the atmosphere outside the entrance was filled with joy and relief. As the players filed out, you scanned the crowd for Luke and Jack before finally spotting them among the sea of their teammates, your heart skipped a beat. Luke's face lit up happily as he caught sight of you, and he quickly made his way over, still flushed from the game as Jack followed suit.
"Hey, there you are!" Luke exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "Couldn't have picked a better game to come to, huh?"
"That was such a good game, you did so well." You responded warmly as Luke kept his arm around you proudly. "I feel like such a proud WAG, like the ones on TikTok."
Luke laughed as he shook his head, "Oh yeah, that was the main goal - to make sure you get to brag about your boyfriend who's now officially in the NHL."
"How does it feel to be the best rookie this year?" You smiled, teasing him playfully.
Luke's cheeks flushed with a mix of modesty and pride. "Oh well, I mean... Let's not get ahead of ourselves. But it does feel pretty good. Hard work pays off, I guess."
"Don't let it get to your head, man. We need you focused for the next game." Jack playfully added as he looked at his brother, a smile on his face.
"You're too modest, Luke, you were so good out there." You grinned up at your tall boyfriend as he squeezed your shoulders.
Luke beamed at your compliment, appreciating your undying support. "Well, having the best cheerleader definitely helps," he said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.
Jack watched as you two shared a small kiss, letting out an exaggerated gag as Luke pulled away with an eye roll. "Jesus, can you two save the PDA for, I don't know, not in front of me?" Jack teased, earning himself a playful shove from Luke.
Luke shot Jack a playful glare, "You're just jealous because you don't have someone cheering for you so proudly."
You laughed at Luke's comment as he pulled you closer, earning a dramatic scoff from Jack. "Luke I've got fan-girls all over the world. If I wanted a girlfriend, I'd have one-"
"Whatever, whatever." Luke dismissed with a smirk, "I'm just saying, it's different when you've got someone who knows you inside out, someone who's got your back no matter what."
Your heart fluttered as you watched Luke, your lips beginning to hurt from all the smiling.
Jack rolled his eyes, a subtle smile played on his lips. "Shut up dude, save the relationship advice for later. Plus I'm living my best life right now. No commitments, no stress, no nothing."
Luke glanced at you with a smirk as you two bursted out laughing, causing an annoyed to leave Jack's mouth as he began walking away. "We getting food or what? I'm starving."
"Absolutely," you replied, still chuckling from the joke.
Luke slung an arm around your shoulders, and together, you followed Jack outside to the car.
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Them having a crush on you...
The outsiders (separate) x GN! reader
Warnings: nothing I don't think :))
DARRY CURTIS
It's been a reaalllyy long time since he's felt this way for anyone
So a small part of him is excited when he realizes it
But the majority of him..?
Well.. that's a different story
He's very busy with work and the family
He just doesn't have any time for love or romance
You understand ://
So it's unlikely he will do much of anything on his own
He will probably even avoid you a bit in hopes of making himself feel better
That being said, if you realize what's going on, and decide to pursue the relationship, he may manage to fit you in his schedule :))
"Hey, Darry.. uhm, could we talk for a second..?" You asked, as you popped up from around the corner, completely catching him off guard. It had been almost two weeks since you two had a proper conversation, and you weren't gonna let it go on any longer.
SODAPOP CURTIS
Okay so this is gonna come as a surprise to no one, but..
Throughout his life he has consistently gotten girlfriends and boyfriends with no issue
Again, no one's surprised
I mean, look at him, he's beautiful
Anyways-
He immediately knows that he likes you
And he very quickly starts planning out how he can go about the situation
It won't take very long for him to make his move, however if you beat him to it, he would definitely be over the moon
There you are, looking as good as ever. He's already decided that he's gonna ask you out later, an- wait.. your walking over to him..?
PONYBOY CURTIS
Poor kid doesn't know wtf is going on at first
All he knows is that he suddenly enjoys your company more then before
It wasn't until you interlocked his fingers with yours one night that he finally became fully aware of his feelings
He is not nearly as subtle about these feelings as he thinks he is.
He's so obvious, you'd have to be pretty inattentive to not notice anything
Based on this, you will likely be making the first move
With a dramatic sigh you let your head fall against his shoulder. The two of you have been studying together for about two hours and your in desperate need of a break. "C'mon, you need to focus." He said, sounding more annoyed then he really was. You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers and looking up at him pleadingly. "Pleease.?"
DALLAS WINSTON
Ohh boy
Out of allll the guys in Tulsa, you caught his attention?
Lucky đ
I love him sm istg
In all seriousness, this is very new to him
He's not used to genuinely caring about someone
Besides Johnny, he's never really loved anything
He's gonna start off with his typical flirting
That won't change until he realizes his feelings
After that, he switches to being a total jerk to you
Mans does not know how to process his feelings
Just give him time tho, he'll figure it all out
Here you are, sitting on the porch of the Curtis house. It's late and everyone is inside the house, save for you and Dal. He's been real difficult lately, although tonight his attitude has noticably improved. As you watch him struggle to light his cancer stick you can't help but wonder, what did he want to ask you.?
JOHNNY CADE
My sweet, respectful boy
He falls head over heels immediately
Everybody realizes his feelings rather quickly too
Including himself
He's not stupid
He notices how his cheeks get all warm
His hands get all sweaty
His knees feel like they might give out
It's a new feeling for him
For once he has someone touching him without causing him pain
I'm gonna fight his parents- WOAH! Who said that!? đ
If your the type of person who is really affectionate with your friends (me fr) then you might actually kill the poor kid
He asked Dally for advice only to completely ignore it
Turns out Dally sucks at giving good advice, who woulda known?
He was thankful for how dark it had gotten, otherwise you would be able to see just how red his face had gone. For some reason you had decided it would be a great idea to hold his hand out of nowhere. Why can't you see what your doing to him?
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
You guys prolly met in middle school
He pulled some dumb shii and put gum in your hair or something
After that he often teased you
Referring to you as his girlfriend/boyfriend
You better expect a lot of playful flirting with this one
He pretty much confesses his feelings on the daily tbh
Albeit in a way that makes you think it's a joke
Eventually you just kinda realize that hey, maybe he isn't joking
"See, I always knew we were perfect for each other, ever since that day in sixth grade." He teased, throwing his arm around your shoulder only for you to immediately push it off. "Get off of me, would you?"
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What would it be like if the Gods, adults not children, know all this about Percy being from another universe and everything he's going to have to go through and somehow they end up meeting a 12-year-old Percy? I'm talking about a Percy before the field trip to the museum with Mrs. Dotts, which is to say when he didn't know anything about the Gods.
this whole thing just reminds me of this final fantasy 7 ao3 fanfic where everyone got sent back to the past AND remembered what happened... EXCEPT CLOUD and they were all frantically planning on a way to train this poor kid on how to save the world in case sephiroth goes insane again while simultaneously not telling him cuz they didn't want him to remember all his trauma đđđ
(also if anyone knows which fic this, PLEASE SEND ME THE LINK CUZ I FORGOT THE TITLE AND AUTHOR AND I WANNA READ IT AGAIN!!!!)
anyway, if they got isekai-ed to percy's universe in the past AND THEY KNOW what's gonna happen to her, they are absolutely gonna scramble for a way to get back to their universe with percy in order to prevent The Plot from happening đđđđ
like "hell fucking no my baby is NOT going through any of that!!!!" đđđđ
i can't even blame them cuz imagine finding this tiny lil 12 year old girl, the de-aged version of someone you love so very much, and KNOWING she's about to go through some traumatizing shit soon and you have the chance to save her from that? they're gonna do whatever it takes to save her from that awful fate!!
poseidon is straight up kidnapping her, getting a child leash, and tethering her to him while he frantically tries to find a way to access the bifrost and send them back home, meanwhile he's got a feral 12 year old trying to gnaw through the leash đ
hades definitely feels bad for kidnapping her from her poor mother, BUT IT'S FOR PERCY'S OWN GOOD, HE SWEARS!!!! đ„șđ„șđ„ș he's absolutely not gonna go to any of the gods for help because he's seen their buffoonery and wants no part of it, so it's up to him to find a way back home!!
beelzebub's not gonna bother with a child leash, after he kidnaps her he's whipping out the cuffs again cuz those have a shorter chain AND she can't gnaw them off đ probably gives up on the handcuffs tho when she somehow manages to break them and ends up just lugging her around like this:

apollo's gonna be such a nervous wreck. he does NOT want to kidnap her, he would prefer it if she just comes with him willingly but it comes off SO sus like "hi there little girl! do you want some candy? i'm trying to save ur life pls trust me" and percy may be 12 but she's not STUPID, so she goes "stranger danger" and runs away and now he has no choice but to kidnap her while he tries to find a way back đ
loki's more subtle at first. he'll kill of mrs. dodds, chiron, and grover and shapeshift to become percy's new math teacher to replace dodds. he knows he still has some time before The Plot hits, so he's not TOO panicked rn and when he's not pretending to be a math teacher, he spends his time snooping around asgard to try and figure out how their bifrost works to send them both home. killing those three ^ eliminates the whole field trip issue, but you know, Fates đ ofc they find a way to make The Plot keep going so yeah, loki snaps and kidnaps her to keep her safe
i promise you, ten minutes into anubis' arrival in the pjo verse, the news article "freakishly tall furry man kidnaps child from yancy academy -- local furry community claims no ties to the kidnapper" is gonna spread around like wildfire đ he is absolutely gonna kidnap her is probably gonna spend most of the time freaking the fuck out instead of actually trying to find a way back home
cĂș chulainn's got it a little harder. yes he can easily kidnap her, but he's not a god. he's been blessed with his adoptive father's abilities, but he can't like... teleport, be in multiple places at once, easily search the universe in case percy runs away, etc. so he tries to be more discreet about it like loki by killing off mrs dodds and any monsters that come percy's way. he'll try to find a way to the bifrost too, but it'll be more difficult for obvious reasons. it's once The Plot hits does he finally say fuck it and just joins her to keep her close while trying to find a way to access the norse pantheon
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