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Bloodlines entwined: III | jjk

⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child. 

—  pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader 

—  genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut 

— rating: 18+ 

—  words: 7,460

—  warnings: mention of death, murder, and abortion, crying, kind of heartbreak, nervousness, a tiny growing sexual tension, and some teasing  

—  author’s note: sssooo this chapter finally explains a bit more about the werewolf universe, and i hope it’s a bit clearer for you. a lot more explanations will come throughout the series as i can’t reveal it all in one chapter. the next chapter is actually my favourite and i definelty can’t wait to post it 😊 hope you’ll enjoy this one & let me know what you think <3  

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Chapter III: untold truth

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Jungkook spent the rest of the night thinking about you. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He couldn’t believe that you’re a werewolf.

Obviously, you’re not aware of it otherwise you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did when he revealed the existence of the werewolf word. Normally, you should have recognized him since he’s the king, but you didn’t. So, he strongly believes that you were adopted. That’s the only reason that could explain why you aren’t aware.  

Now, he needs to understand why you were adopted. A pack never gives up on their little ones. He can think of many reasons why, but he needs to figure out what happened to you. He doesn’t want to simply reveal your true nature without having any certainty.

However, what concerns him is the fact that you haven’t turned yet. Normally, around fourteen years old, under a full moon, you should have experienced your first transformation. Maybe the fact that you ignore everything about that has caused your wolf blood to be dormant.

The next morning, he started looking into every record he has access to about the Shadows. The blue eyes are a characteristic specific to the Shadow pack. Every pack has its own eye color; it’s the way to distinguish every wolf. Jungkook’s pack, the Bloods, has red eyes. However, his eyes have a darker red shade. This is a trait specific to the king; he inherits it the second he goes from heir to king.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung, his best friend makes his way inside his office.

The man looks up at his best friend before a bright smile appears on his face. It’s been a little while since they last saw each other. Taehyung has been traveling a lot lately; he said he wants to discover the world before settling with his mate. However, it looks like he doesn’t want to settle down at all.

“Hey, Tae,” he stands up to greet his best friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you were lost somewhere in France.”

“Well, I needed to come back,” he replies with a smile. “Couldn’t stay forever in France.”  

Both men start talking about what has been happening for the last month. Jungkook doesn’t go too much into detail. He only mentions he contacted a fertility clinic, and that he’s right now concerned about something happening in the Shadow pack.

Taehyung, on his side, tells his friend about all the places he went to. He was in Europe, discovering a lot of different countries. He definitely adored going around and discovering new cultures, new food, and meeting new people. For sure, his favorite place was Paris.

“Do you need any help with those Shadows research?” Taehyung asks casually although his sharp gaze indicates that he already knows the answer.

Jungkook nods, his shoulders visibly tense. He’s never been one to ask for help, but this time he definitely would need some.

“I wouldn’t refuse it,” he answers to his most trusted friend.

Taehyung crosses his arms, leaning against Jungkook’s wooden bookcase.

“What exactly are you looking for?” he frowns while grabbing a book.  

“I don’t really know,” Jungkook says. “A record, a mention, a trace of a couple that died or disappeared,” he explains.

Taehyung looks up at his friend before looking down at the book again. By pure coincidence, the book he’s holding is an old one about the different werewolf packs. It’s one of the first books he read; it details the characteristics of each pack.

“A couple who died or disappeared?” he repeats his friend’s words. “Is this by any chance related to a girl?”

Jungkook freezes for a split second, but it’s enough for Taehyung to catch. He’s been very observant, especially when it comes to Jungkook.

“No,” he lies, his voice steady and firm.

Taehyung isn’t convinced; his eyes narrow as he studies his friend. He knows Jungkook better than anyone else, and while he’s very good at hiding his emotions, there’s something in his posture, something in the way he’s looking at Taehyung, that betrays him.

 “You’re unreadable when you want it, you know that?” Taehyung finally says, walking closer to his friend who is standing behind his desk. “But something tells me this isn’t just about finding old records. If you’re diving into the Shadows' history, there’s a good reason behind it. You don’t waste your time on anything without a reason.”

Jungkook sights while running a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated, Tae.”

“You know I’m here, right? Whatever this is, whatever you’re digging into, you don’t have to do it alone.”  

The werewolf king would love to tell him everything, but he doesn’t want to involve anyone at this stage. First, he needs to make sure you’re a werewolf, and only then, he’ll reveal it.

“I know, Tae. I just need to be sure before I tell you anything,” his voice lowers. “Before I tell anyone anything.”

Taehyung nods, understanding that his best friend will share when he’s ready.

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll start digging into the Shadow Pack archives. See if I can find anything about missing couples and unexplained disappearances.”

Taehyung’s aunt is married to a Shadow alpha so it will definitely help. As a king, he for sure has access to a lot of records, but not everything. Each pack has its own secrets, and that’s the beauty of it. If Jungkook knew everything, his job would be boring. There’s always something new to unveil. Like your past.

Taehyung disappears a little while after, leaving Jungkook alone with his eyes fixed on the flames in the fireplace. The shadows dance across the stone walls, but his mind is somewhere else, on you, and on the fragile heartbeat growing inside you. He can still hear it perfectly.

He runs a hand down his face before letting out a deep breath. This was never supposed to go down like that. This mistake was never supposed to happen. But the raw and undeniable truth has already sunk its claws into him.  

How can he turn away from this? From you? From the baby?

He remembers the flicker of blue in your eyes. It’s been replaying constantly on his mind, but what is deeply engraved in him is this connection with you. He constantly feels your presence around him, something he’s never felt with anyone else.  

Even though he’s been deeply sorry to have brought you to his world, this flicker of blue made him realize that he brought you to your world. A world you didn’t know existed until he revealed it. His duty has been telling him to stay away, but he can’t.

The thought creeps in quietly, yet with unshakable certainty: This was never a mistake.  

The world may call it an accident, but Jungkook can feel something deeper, something ancient, something undeniable. Fate, destiny… whatever name it might have, it brought the two of you here. Together.

Every choice and every moment has led to this point. To you.

Now, standing quietly in his study, he feels the truth settling deep in his bones. This child growing inside you was always meant to happen. Jungkook leans against the edge of his desk.

“I can’t abandon this child, my child,” he whispers to himself. “I can’t abandon yn.”

It isn’t about duty anymore. It’s about you. It’s about the fragile life caught between two worlds, and the bond he can already feel forming. Whether he’s ready to admit it or not. Jungkook straightens up, shoulders squared, and jaw tight. The king in him knows what needs to be done, but the man knows what he wants to do.

“I’m staying,” he runs his hand over his hair.

This isn’t just a choice. It’s the acceptance of what was always meant to be. Whatever challenges await, Jungkook knows one thing with absolute certainty: This was always supposed to happen.

For the past five days, Jungkook and Taehyung have been trying to find anything about missing couples and mysterious disappearances, but it’s been in vain. There’s absolutely nothing. Thirty years ago, nothing special happened.

However, Jungkook asked Sungmin, Taehyung’s uncle to meet. Records are one thing, but Jungkook knows better than anyone that there might have been something off records that happened. Some secrets are kept hidden, locked away in the minds of those who lived them.

“Thanks for having me, Mister Song,” Jungkook says as he enters Sungmin’s house.

“I couldn’t refuse my king’s visit,” he replies with a warm smile.

Many people believe that the Alphas of every pack refuse the authority of a king, but those closest to the throne are often the first to kneel. For sure, Jungkook’s natural leadership certainly helps. However, the truth is that the werewolf hierarchy isn’t just a tradition; it’s more than that. Every werewolf deeply holds onto it.

“I could say that I’m surprised, but it’d be a lie,” he admits while he guides Jungkook towards the terrace. “I was expecting it after Tae’s request.”

“I imagine,” Jungkook responds.

The covered terrace is a serene and private space. Jungkook’s eyes quickly scan the surroundings. It’s a little but pretty space. Plates, cups, and a selection of biscuits are neatly arranged on the modest wooden table.

“Would you like some coffee or tea?” Sungmin gestures for Jungkook to sit.

“A coffee would be fine,” Jungkook answers.

The man takes one of the porcelain carafes on the table and carefully pours the drink into a cup, placing it in front of Jungkook.

“I was originally looking for a couple’s death or disappearances in your pack, but I couldn’t find anything documented,” Jungkook is straightforward.

Sungmin nods thoughtfully. “When do you believe this event happened?”

“Around thirty years ago,” he says.

Tae’s uncle freezes for a brief moment at his answers. His eyes flicker with something that Jungkook recognizes instantly: recognition mixed with hesitation. This is it. This might be the key to understanding your past.

“Something did happen thirty years ago,” Sungmin admits. “But we didn’t keep any trace of it out of respect to the family concerned.”

Jungkook is definitely very intrigued about this.

“The eldest daughter of an estimated member of our pack fell in love with a human. Despite our objections, she decided to run away with him. We all knew why,” he shakes his head as he remembers the sad story. “She was pregnant with that human child.”

The werewolf king listens patiently, absorbing every word.

“We didn’t inform your father immediately as we thought we could handle it ourselves. Involving the king into this would have drawn unwanted attention to this. For us, Shadows, discretion is everything.”

Jungkook nods, knowing perfectly the Shadow’s reputation. They are the ghosts of the werewolf world, unseen and often unheard, but fiercely loyal and deadly when necessary. The Shadows blend into their surroundings, disappearing when needed.

“We looked for them for years but couldn’t find them,” he seems really affected as he recalls what happened. “They were clever. They stayed hidden, and after nine years, we had no choice but to involve your father.”

Jungkook nods, understanding that after all that time, it’s normal to be reaching out to the king. “And he found them.”

Sungmin sighs deeply. “Yes. Your father had better resources than us. Within a year, he found them. Thankfully, this stayed between us and the king. He let us deal with this internally,” he explains.

The air feels heavier now, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on the two men.

“They were living in a totally different city. And they had indeed a child. A ten-year-old kid…”

Jungkook notices how hard it is for Sungmin to remember this terrible event.  

“It was very hard to end their lives, but we had to. The woman, her human mate, the kid, the life they had built… all of it was extinguished.”

Sungmin pauses, his throat tightening. For a moment, Jungkook sees the weight of guilt appearing on the older Alpha’s face.

“Killing a child was way too hard, but hybrids are forbidden. A child of two worlds, carrying both human and werewolf blood could destabilize everything. We told ourselves it was necessary.”  

Jungkook grips the edge of his coffee cup, his jaw clenched. The thought of such a decision sits uneasily within him. He’s not sure he would have had the strength to do that. It is one thing to terminate a pregnancy, but killing a ten-year-old child is totally another story.

“Did anyone else know about this? Anyone outside the pack?”

“No, only your father, and now you.”

“Do you think it’s possible that the child survived?” Jungkook asks, his voice steady but intense.

Sungmin looks directly into his king’s eyes. “We are certain they didn’t.”  

Jungkook leans back in the chair, his mind racing. If the child had somehow survived, if they had slipped through the cracks of fate, then everything changes. And if that child was you… He shakes his head, not sure that it’s possible.

“Thank you, Mister Song. This has been illuminating.”

Jungkook steps away, his heart beating fast. There are too many resemblances between this story and your story.

To yn: hi yn, could we meet tonight or tomorrow?

Barely a minute later he receives an answer.

From yn: hi Jungkook, tonight is fine. Same place as last time?

To yn: sure

As you’re walking towards the location you agreed with Jungkook, you try to understand the reason behind his sudden need to talk to you. This is unexpected for you, so it definitely makes you nervous. Is he going to tell you that he changed his mind about the baby? Is he going to pressure you to abort considering the hybrid situation? Or even worse, has something happened? Your mind races through every possibility.

“Calm down, yn,” you mumble to yourself.

You take a deep breath, your eyes closing for a brief moment. The beating of your heart drums in your ears, and slowly, you can hear it calming down. You can’t start overthinking before you even get to listen to what Jungkook wants to tell you. Maybe it’s nothing serious or something you have to really worry about.

When you arrive, you notice you’re the first one; Jungkook hasn’t arrived yet. So, you decide to sit on the closest bench. You look at the passersby walking around you with ‘Tití Me Perguntó’ from Bad Bunny playing in your headphones. It’s one of your favorite songs.

After a couple of minutes, you feel Jungkook’s presence. Your eyes stare at the surroundings to check if he’s indeed nearby. Your senses are right, you see a man walking in your direction. Even when he walks, he has such an imposing posture.

This presence feeling grows stronger as he gets closer to you, and you can’t seem to look away, as if your eyes are glued on him. Weird things have been happening with Jungkook since you’ve met him, and you can’t quite explain them.

Once he’s in front of you, you stand up, a smile naturally growing on your face. He’s incredibly handsome and charming. Once again, he has opted for a casual look: a white shirt layered under a leather jacket completed with loose, brown suede-like pants.

His strong presence near you soothes you in a way you never experienced before. All the nervousness you were feeling minutes ago is completely washed away. His strong and bestial scent fills the air and calms down your racing thoughts.

For a moment, you remain in silence, but it isn’t an awkward one. It’s actually quite the opposite. His gaze holds yours, and the intensity of his eyes draws you even more. It feels like none of you needs to speak. It is as if the two of you are communicating on a deeper level that doesn’t need language.

“Hi,” you break the silence.

“Hey, yn,” he takes a step closer.

By the way he approaches you, you sense he’s about to hug you or something similar. You prepare yourself for such, but he ends up not doing it. Jungkook just stands there, a shy smile appearing on his face.

“How have you been feeling?” he asks with evident concern in his voice.

As always, being around him comforts you. It makes you feel like you don’t need to hold anything back. There’s no need to hide your thoughts and feelings behind a mask. You can be entirely honest, saying what you truly feel without the fear of being judged. It’s part of the weird things you’ve been experiencing with Jungkook. It’s something you never felt with anyone else, not even an ex. This makes you wonder just how much this connection truly means.

“Very much torn apart by the decision I need to make,” you admit.

“Have you already considered one of them?” he questions.

You decide to sit down on the bench, your hands rubbing your face. Should you be telling him that you’re very much inclined to keep the baby? Isn’t it better if he doesn’t know anything? In any case, he won’t be around anymore. He said he’d walk away.

“I’ve kind of made a decision,” you try to be as vague as possible.

Jungkook takes a seat next to you. This time around, he doesn’t seem to try to look away from you. His deep dark orbs stare straight into your eyes. As usual, he’s pretty much unreadable, but he has that soft expression on his face. It almost looks like he truly cares and worries about you.

“In case you…” he seems to hesitate, but he doesn’t look away. “If you keep the baby,” he continues, and your heart starts hammering in your chest. “I think I won’t be able to step away.”

You close your eyes while taking a deep breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to be feeling right now.

“I thought stepping away was the right decision,” he starts explaining. “Every time I tried to pull back, I find myself being drawn to you… to our child.”

The word ‘our child’ sends shivers down your spine.   

“I can’t turn my back on this—not on you, not on them.”

As he says those words, his eyes look down at your stomach, where a precious life is growing. Even though your eyes are closed, you can feel his gaze on you. You can feel it on your baby. You can simply feel Jungkook. His entire being calls for you, and your body responds to it by being completely drawn to him.

“Why now?” your voice trembles as your eyes open to look at him. “What has changed?”

This doesn’t make any sense. Almost a month ago, he told you that he couldn’t father this child because you aren’t a werewolf, and that this child's existence is completely forbidden. Things are still the same, nothing has changed since then.

“You said you couldn’t have this child because of the whole werewolf thing,” your voice tone is slowly getting higher.

Jungkook’s face now seems to soften and it looks like he carries an emotional weight. There is definitely something going on that you can’t quite explain. And it’s scaring you.

“I think…” he runs his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture you’ve started to recognize. “You’re not just a woman carrying my child,” he seems to struggle to express what’s inside his mind. “I think you might be one of us.”

His words hand in the air, your entire body freezing. For a moment, it feels like the world completely stopped moving. You blink at him, trying to process the enormity of what he just said. At this stage it feels like, Jungkook likes to make cruel jokes. First, it’s the werewolf world, and now, it’s this. How on earth can you be a werewolf? It’s simply impossible. If that was the case, you would have already turned or something like that.

“What are you talking about?” the sharpness of your voice even surprises you.  

Anger grows inside you, but it masks the deeper emotion of fear that you can feel. Your heart starts pounding erratically in your chest as the air grows heavier. How dare he? How dare he turn your world upside down with this unbelievable claim? You stand up, trying to calm yourself down.

“That’s impossible,” you say with a trembling voice.

You rest a hand on top of your heart, trying to anchor yourself, but the panic bubbling beneath your surface is relentless. The thought of upsetting the baby crosses your mind, but it doesn’t help to calm you.

Jungkook stands as well, hands raising as if he’s about to reassure you, but as he does so, he watches you disappear before his eyes.

“It’s incredible,” he whispers to himself.

Now, he has solid proof that you’re indeed a werewolf, a member of the Shadow pack.

“Yn, listen to me.”

“No, Jungkook,” you cut him off. “I am not a werewolf. That’s ridiculous. If I were one, I would have transformed or something like that.”

“Maybe,” he says quietly. “But you didn’t know you were one so things might work differently in that case.”

“Stop!” you scream. “Just stop. Do you even hear yourself? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

Jungkook stands there, looking somewhere, but he doesn’t even know where you are.

“Take your phone, yn,” he tells you.

“What?” you say with evident surprise, and your anger turns into confusion.

“Just take your phone,” he repeats, his tone calm but firm.

Still breathing heavily and with shaky hands, you look for your phone in your purse. You’re not sure why he’s saying that or what to expect when you look at your phone.

“Now, pretend like you’ll take a selfie.”

As you look at him, there is something in his expression that compels you to obey. Slowly you lift your phone, positioning it in front of your face. The moment your screen comes into view, your breath catches in your throat. Your reflection is completely gone.

Your mind struggles to understand what is going on. The town square is visible in the background, clear as day, but your face is missing. It’s as though you’ve been erased from existence.  

“What is happening?” you almost scream. “What kind of sorcery is this?”

Your gaze remains glued to the phone, your hand trembling so much that the image blurs. You’re gone. Completely gone. Your hand instinctively goes to your face, touching your skin as though it might bring you back into view. But when you glance at the screen again, even your hand remains invisible. This can’t be true. How can you even disappear? How is that possible?

“It’s not sorcery,” he calmly replies. “It’s you. It’s your nature. Only a werewolf can do that.”

“No! That’s not true. That’s not who I am. I’m human. I’ve always been human,” you shake your head before putting your phone back in your purse. “But I’m carrying your child so that must be it.”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“That’s not how it works, yn. I swear,” he’s trying to look for you, so it makes him look like a crazy man. “Pregnancies only bring out even more any abilities someone has,” he explains. “This pregnancy is simply revealing your true nature.”

Tears stream down your face while your heart hurts.

“Have you been experiencing some weird stuff lately?” he says. “Like heightened hearing or smell or night vision or superhuman strength or even super speed.”

Then, your body freezes once more.

“No,” you answer, and for a moment, you hesitate to reveal the truth. “But I’ve always had heightened hearing and smell, and I perfectly see in the dark.”

This all confirms what he says. You’re a werewolf.  

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you add. “I can hear everybody's heartbeats, even the baby’s.”

You close your eyes, the truth violently hitting you. All this time you’ve been a werewolf, and nobody told you anything. You’re not sure Felix knows it, but it hurts to realize that your parents hid something so big from you. It’s your nature after all. 

“You have your answer, yn,” he responds.

Now, you’re crying because the world is collapsing underneath your feet. Your life has been filled with lies, and you’re only discovering this now. It hurts even more that it’s the father of your child who’s revealing this and not your parents.

Jungkook follows the sound of your tears to come closer. You fall in his arms, holding him as tight as possible. He tries to hold you back in his arms, but he doesn’t see you at all. The only thing that can make you reappear is for you to relax. Your emotions are the keys to your powers.

“Focus on the baby’s heartbeat,” he murmurs in your ear. “Focus only on that.”

While tears keep running down your face, you try to search for your baby’s heartbeat. It’s super faint, but you quickly find it. This little sound has rocked you to sleep so many times, and it’s one of the most comforting sounds you’ve ever heard.

“Tudum, Tudum, Tudum,” Jungkook starts mimicking the sound of the baby’s beat.

You close your eyes to only focus on that sound. Slowly but surely, you reappear which reassures Jungkook, and he holds you tighter in his arms. His warm embrace and the sound of the baby’s heartbeat calm you down. He presses a gentle kiss on your head while his hands start to soothe your back. Seeing you like this is heartbreaking, and he hates the fact that he was the one delivering this news.

For a little while, you both remain like this, and his arms feel like the safest place on earth. Even if you hate this entire situation, his presence reassures you. Everything about this moment right now appeases your soul. There is absolutely no doubt that the reality you now have to face is devastating, but you feel like you’ll have Jungkook by your side. And strangely, it seems like it’s the only thing that you need.

Today was a hell of a day!

Everything was simply awful, and it felt like it was a never-ending day. Your mind was constantly thinking about the words Jungkook said. ‘I think you might be one of us.’ You swear you could hear them on repeat all day long.  

Due to how you’ve been feeling, you’ve left everybody on read—even Jungkook. Dealing with this strange reality is too heavy, and you need space. You need some time to digest the news. You need time to simply breathe.

Once you’re at home, you wrap yourself in your Harry Potter robe, lay on the couch, and play the first Harry Potter movie. Right now, all you need is to find comfort in something, and Harry Potter is your escape.

Although the movie is playing in the background, you’re not really watching it. Your thoughts are totally lost somewhere else, somewhere that includes werewolves. You can’t believe that this is your new reality. It hurts deeply that your parents never said anything to you. How could they keep something so monumental from you? Were they intending to let this part of themselves, this part of you die in silence?

Things would have been completely different if they had informed you about that side of you. Maybe you would have sought answers earlier. Maybe you would have explored what it means to carry this legacy. There is a whole culture, heritage, and part of yourself that you’ve missed out on for thirty years. And what hurts the most is that you hate your parents right now. For years, you’ve been hating your parents’ murderer, and now, the tables have turned.

You hate them for what they withheld, for what they never gave you a chance to understand.

This whole journey of becoming a mom has been a complete nightmare. This hasn’t been going as planned. This has been anything but easy. And now, it leaves you wondering if you should really keep the baby. Maybe, you should simply terminate the pregnancy and leave this all behind. But will this be so simple? Obviously, not.

Terminating the pregnancy won’t change anything. It wouldn’t change the fact that Jungkook came into your life to completely wreck your world. Cutting short the life growing inside you will probably just make you feel guilty for doing it. Jungkook won’t disappear, and neither will your wolf side.

This isn’t fair.

Fairness has never been part of your life. It feels like your life has always been robbed. Everybody has been controlling it, making you feel completely powerless all the time. This pregnancy was about gaining control again, but even like that, it wasn’t. A big part of you wants to keep this baby, and you’re very much inclined to keep them. But you don’t know. Jungkook’s revelation still needs to be processed.

“What am I going to do, baby?” you whisper as your hands naturally caress your stomach.

In the end, this baby isn’t a hybrid one. They’re fully a werewolf. You can understand why Jungkook changed his mind. He didn’t want the child because he believed it was a hybrid, something completely forbidden in his world. But now that it’s not the case, he wants to be part of his child's life, if you keep it.

It makes perfect sense, but the hurt remains. He gets what he wants, doesn’t he? The chance to raise his child. But what about you? What about what you want?

“You’re a wolfy,” you continue saying. “So, your daddy wants you now.”

However, if you keep this child, you’ll have to teach them what it means to be a werewolf. You’ll have to guide and prepare them for a life you know nothing about. You’ll have to learn everything with them; every instinct, every tradition, and every secret. You’ll develop your wolf’s abilities together. This life inside you isn’t just a new life; it’s a symbol of your own transformation. This child represents the end of your human life and the beginning of something different.

Are you ready for that?

You’re not sure. You’re not sure if you want to embark on this new journey. A journey where you figure out who and what you are. A journey where you’ll have to dig into your parents’ past. A journey where you’ll have to face your ghosts. A journey where you might find all the answers you’ve always desired to have.

Jungkook seems to hold the key to all of that. The truth, the answers, and the future. You need him, more than you want to admit. He’s the only werewolf you know, and he might as well be your guide on this.

Even if everything scares you, this is what will help you to figure out what happened to your parents twenty years ago. This is the key to finally getting to truly know them. This hasn’t been going as you planned it, but it has been going the way you need it.  

For now, you’re simply going to enjoy this comforting and reassuring movie before truly facing this new reality of yours. Tonight is your last night as a human, and tomorrow, you’ll start to understand what it means to be a werewolf.

For the millionth time, you check that your apartment is perfectly cleaned and tidied. Jungkook is coming tonight; you’ve invited him over to discuss this werewolf thing. You’re incredibly nervous as you’re very scared of how things could go. Are you going to learn some unpleasant truths about your lineage?

Also, you can’t forget to tell him you have your first ultrasound tomorrow. He’ll probably want to come as he’s expressed his change of mind concerning this child. Your child. Instinctively your hand cradles your stomach.

Before the doorbell echoes in your apartment, you sense Jungkook’s presence behind the door. This thing of sensing him is definitely extremely weird, and you’re not even sure you’ll get used to it. But you guess, it’s part of being a werewolf.

You take a deep breath while opening the door to him. As he comes into view, his beauty takes your breath away. His hair is perfectly pushed back, only a strand of hair falling on his forehead. This time around, he’s dressed in a more formal outfit. Like the first time you met him at the clinic, he’s wearing a suit. Only this time, it’s a dark blue one.

And it fits him so well.

A smile grows on his face when his eyes lay on you. It warms your heart, and you can’t help but smile back at him.  

“Hi, yn,” he says.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you reply. “Come on in,” you take a step back to let him in.

Jungkook steps into your cocoon, his gaze briefly wandering at the entrance. With practiced ease, he shrugs off his long black coat, the movement accentuating the subtle play of his muscles. Your curious eyes can’t help but follow the way his shoulders shift and his arms flex as he removes his coat and slips off his shoes.

A little grin shows up when he realizes you’ve been staring at him. However, you both pretend you didn’t notice what the other was doing. It’s like you’re pretending you don’t feel drawn to each other.

“Would you like to drink or eat something?” you politely ask.

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I’ve already eaten and drank enough for today,” a little giggle escapes his pretty lips. “I had a long and exhausting meeting this afternoon.”

“Oh,” you simply say. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to eat a bit because I’m quite hungry.”

His eyes inevitably look down at your stomach, the sound of the child’s heartbeat resonating in his ears. It’s such a comforting sound.

“No,” he answers. “Eat as much as you want.”

You drag him to the kitchen so you can eat something while you discuss about the madness that your life has become. You open the cabinets to check what you have, but then, you remember you bought your favorite yogurt two days ago. Without no further hesitation, you move to the fridge, grab it together with a spoon, and start eating it.

While you do that, Jungkook’s eyes are glued on you. His stare carefully follows you as you move through the kitchen. Honestly, he’s glad to be here with you; he finally gets to see you in your comfort zone, and you definitely seem to be glowing in this place.

“Can I ask you what you do for a living?” you ask while bringing the spoon to your mouth.

His eyes follow your hand before looking up. He leans on the cabinets while never looking away from you. Jungkook crosses his arms on his chest and heavily considers what to tell you.

“Well…” he seems hesitant to reveal it. “I’m not sure you’re going to believe me.”

You tilt your head, wondering what it could be. Is he working with the mafia like you thought before he announced his wolfy side? Or is he some kind of criminal? Or is it the opposite, like a doctor?

“Try me,” you tease him.

Jungkook didn’t know up until now how much he needed to hear the teasing tone in your voice.

His eyes never cease to follow your hand’s movements with the spoon. It’s mesmerizing, holding him captive as if he’s unable to look away. The way your lips wrap around the spoon sends shivers down his spine. Jungkook shakes his head, pushing away those weird thoughts. It’s inappropriate.

“I’m a king,” his tone is firm, leaving no room for doubts.

You almost choke with the spoon in your mouth. Of all the jobs you considered, this one definitely wasn’t on the list. This is beyond unexpected and by the way he looks, you know that he isn’t joking. You’ve seen his serious face so many times now, so you know he’s telling the truth.

“A king?” you repeat to make sure you heard it right.

Jungkook nods, and then, you can’t unsee it. This entire outfit breathes power—and money—, his charisma is beyond magnetic, and he has a strong presence. Let’s not forget about the unreadable face he always has on. There is definitely something royal about him, and he definitely looks like a king.

“That makes the child in my belly a future king or queen then?” you ask half-jokingly.

“Yep,” he answers. “And as a king, I’m expected to give the perfect heir, so the hybrid child wasn’t really one.”

When he explained the situation a month ago, everything made sense, but now it makes even more sense. This child carries royal blood.

“I’m not carrying anyone’s kid,” you playfully say. “A king,” you whisper.

This definitely changes your view of the situation. Now that he wants this child, it makes them the heir to the werewolf throne. The baby growing inside you will one day be a king or a queen. It makes you feel important but scared as well.

“It’s crazy,” you look up at him while bringing the spoon to your mouth once more.

Right there and then, your heart skips a beat when you realize the way he’s looking at you, or should you say, the way his eyes are devouring you. You can’t remember the last time someone looked at you in that way.

“It is,” he admits.

“And what does a werewolf king do exactly?” you curiously ask.

“Many things,” he smiles at you. “I’m the supreme leader of the packs which makes me the bridge between them. If any issue arises between them, I have to resolve them and also make sure the werewolves follow the rules. I’m also their protector. I must ensure the laws are respected and nobody reveals our secrets. And do many other things, but those are the most important ones.”

You nod, wondering if these responsibilities aren’t too much of a burden for him. It mustn’t be easy to be the one making decisions, and it definitely sounds like the entire werewolf world relies on him.

“And you?” he asks. “What do you do?”

A bright smile appears on your face. “I’m an Elementary teacher.”

Thinking about the little kids you see every day simply makes you happy. Being able to give those little humans the tools they need to grow in this world is one of the most fulfilling things. This job has been healing your inner child because teaching those young children has allowed you to guide and give them a stability you never had in your childhood.

“Oh, nice,” he says.

The yogurt is now over so you suggest going to the living room. This way, you’ll be sitting comfortably on the couch while discussing the hot topic. Werewolves.

Last night, while in bed, you were mentally going through all the questions you might have for him. There is so much for you to know about this new world, this new heritage. For sure, last night, you didn’t know he was a king, but now that you do, you believe that he might help you a lot more than expected.  

Jungkook sits down next to you, and you decide to face each other.

“So,” you start saying. “I guess you can imagine why I invited you.”

The man sitting next to you nods. “Your wolf blood.”

“Indeed,” you nod as you speak. “I have a lot of questions.”

You don’t even know where to start.

“You said there are packs,” you begin. “Would you know to which pack I belong?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “The Shadow pack,” he pauses for a couple of seconds. “Each pack has a wolf eye color. Mine is red as you’ve already seen, which indicates that I’m the king and member of The Blood pack. The Shadow’s eye color is blue, and for the third and last pack, The Lunar, it’s white,” he explains. “A week ago, I saw your eyes turning blue, that’s how I discovered it.”

The Shadow, The Blood, and The Lunar. Three packs. You mentally register the information he gives you. There is so much to discover about this new reality.

“The Shadows also have unique abilities, one of them being the fact that they can blur into their surroundings.”

That’s what happened to you two days ago after he revealed your true nature. It was just the confirmation of who you are.

“As far as I can remember, I’ve only had heightened senses, but I never came to shift into a wolf. How is that possible?”

“That is something I ignore,” he admits. “You’re the first werewolf who didn’t grow up with her pack’s member. My first guess is the ignorance of your nature prevented it from fully revealing itself.”

You look down at your feet on the couch. It seems so weird that only a part of your abilities has revealed itself throughout your life.

“I’ve tried to find something about you, but I couldn’t,” he admits. “I even reached out to an Alpha of the pack, but nothing.”

“Oh,” you simply say, your eyes meeting his. “Do you think I could meet that Alpha?”

“Yes,” he smiles at you. “I’m sure he’d be happy to meet you, and he might probably help you more than me with your past and even your abilities.”

Jungkook then proceeds to explain how the werewolf world works. There is a hierarchy. Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Omega. Alpha being the highest rank, and you only achieve it once you fully master your powers. Logically, you’re an Omega as you barely know what you can do. Jungkook is an Alpha which makes sense since he’s a king.

If you keep the baby, they will automatically become an Alpha when they become king or queen. Things work a bit differently for the royal family.

Normally, a werewolf experiences their first shift on the first full moon of their fourteenth anniversary. The difference with the royal family is the fact that they experience that at ten years old. It’s quite early in life, but that allows them to master their abilities a lot earlier than any other werewolf.

Obviously, the parents and the family remain by your side throughout your first full moon. They guide you through the pain when transforming, and they stay with you while you’re a wolf. Jungkook tells you that the first transformation is very hard to handle. The pain is unbearable and once you’re a wolf, all your human senses disappear. You’re just a beast. A hunting beast. Having your family by your side prevents you from killing anyone or anything. Slowly and with a lot of work, you are able to control that primal urge.

The question left hanging is when and if you’ll transform. If this pregnancy brings out your wolf blood, there are higher chances that you’ll experience your first full moon. But Jungkook doesn’t have an answer to give.  

Then, he informs you that you can’t transform someone by biting them, that’s an absolute myth. Being a werewolf is genetic. You inherit it from your parents, and you’ll give that gene to your children. Thus, the importance of maintaining pure blood.    

 “For now, I guess that’s all,” you tell him once you’ve asked all the questions.

“Since the next full moon is in two days, I’d like to be with you in case you transform,” he says.

Well, you don’t have much of a choice. There’s this unknown about you, and you wouldn’t like to be alone during your first full moon, especially if it’s painful and bestial.

“Thanks,” you mumble while looking down.

Jungkook offers you a little smile.

“I’m by your side now, yn,” he places his fingers under your chin to slowly lift your head. “I won’t let you navigate this alone.”

His eyes shine with sincerity. You’re thankful that, in the middle of this chaos, you found Jungkook. This man brings so much comfort and seems to have one of the prettiest hearts you have encountered.

“And I’ll support you no matter what you decide with the baby,” he adds.

You remain in silence for a moment, your eyes scanning his soft face. You’ve never seen him this close. You’ve never noticed that little mole under his lips, or the little scar on his cheek, or how perfectly round his nose is. He looks even prettier this closely.  

The decision about your child has already been made, but you haven’t said it out loud yet. Jungkook will be the first one to know, and it makes sense since he’s the father.

“I’m going to keep the baby,” you reveal.  

[lpham2525]

Fey and Firstborn

NOTE: I was inspired to write a Twiyor fic based on the above script fic! Special thanks to deluxeloy!

Loid knew better than to be traveling the Fey Mountains, especially not at twilight, when the Fey were most active. But unlike most other people, who avoided the magical creatures, Loid needed to find one of the Fey, and since the Fey were liminal creatures—somewhere between Fairy and Human—it made sense that they were most likely to be out and about at that ethereal, in-between time of day and night.  

Of course, like all others who sought out the Fey, Loid was desperate. His mother, the last of his family that had survived the war, was wasting away. They had been taking care of each other for the past ten years, but after she had fallen ill some months ago, Loid was afraid he might lose her.  

He had already tried everything: gathered and combined and concocted every herbal brew and potion for her, knocked on neighbors’ doors to ask for advice, consulted every physician and apothecary, tried every remedy he found from the books in the libraries. Nothing had worked. She was fading fast and he needed to do something before...before it was too late.  

Which is how he found himself in the Fey Mountains, having heard of how the Fey granted wishes to mortals willing to pay the price.  

Finally, Loid reached the correct location: a small glade that was filled with roses of all colors and sizes. Rumor had it that roses grew here all throughout the year, even in the coldest winters. His timing was right, too: twilight. 

And there she was, the Fey of the mountains. She was crouched over one of the rose bushes trimming something, her long, dark hair obscuring most of her face. 

“Excuse me,” Loid said, hoping not to scare her. 

Too late. With a scream, she whirled around and almost sliced his face in half with her gardening shears.  

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” both of them cried as they leapt back. Once his heart rate had returned to normal, Loid tried again.  

“Pardon me, but would you happen to be the Fey of the Mountains?” 

“Y-yes,” the Fey responded, “One of them, anyway.”  

Loid was a little more than surprised by her demeanor. He had heard that the Fey were a powerful, proud race, and didn’t take kindly to humans surprising them.  

This one, however...this one was different. With a cascade of gleaming raven hair and deep crimson eyes, she fit the description of Fey beauty, but her personality was...shy. Anxious, almost.  

Nothing spoke of the pride and condescension he had heard about the Fey folk.  

Could it be that she was just as nervous as he was?  

“Good evening,” Loid said, bowing to her. He decided it was best to be polite to her anyway, especially considering he was asking for her help. “My name is Loid, and I’ve come to speak to you about something dearly important to me.” 

“I’m Yor. Um, please have a seat,” she said, gesturing to one of the large, flat rocks in the glade. 

Once Loid had told Yor his story, he quickly opened his bag. “I’d be willing to give you anything I have,” Loid said, in case she was debating on whether or not to accept his request. “I don’t have much money, but I could repay you through labor or...” 

“Well...” the Fey began hesitantly. “I have no need for money or labor, but what I would really like is...a child.”  

“A child?” Loid didn’t know why he sounded surprised at this. It wasn’t unheard of for a Fey to demand a firstborn child as payment for their magic, but the way this Fey had asked for one seemed as if she expected him to say no immediately.  

“Y-yes,” Yor said nervously. “You see, I’ve been by myself ever since my brother moved away, and no one will let me adopt a child since I’m a Fey and...”  

Loid held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain. For the health of my mother, I am willing to give you my firstborn child.”  

Yor stared at him in shock. “You...you really mean it?” she asked, breathless.  

“Yes,” Loid confirmed. While he found it no great sacrifice to give his firstborn child to this strange and beautiful woman, a part of him suddenly found himself wanting to raise this child with her.  

But no, he told himself, dispelling the thought. Most likely, he would not see her or the child anymore once the baby was given up.  

“Deal,” he said, holding out his hand.  

Yor stared at it for a moment, as if afraid he might jerk back his hand at the last moment, but then she gingerly took his hand and shook it.

“Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade...” 

“Thank you so much. She means everything to me.” 

“I know,” Yor said, remembering the pain and despair in Loid’s eyes as he related the story of his ailing mother. “Let's hope the price wasn't too much for you after all... Only time will tell.” She rose to leave, but the next words out of Loid’s mouth stopped Yor in her tracks.  

“So, when do we start?”  

“...If I could ask you to elaborate?”  

“You said you wanted my firstborn.” 

“Yes? And you agreed?”  

“Yeah, so, when do we start?”  

The Fey stared at him, her lovely features pinching in confusion. Then her eyes blew wide as his meaning sank in; she blushed as red as her roses. “Ah...”  

And that’s how Loid returned home with not only a Fey wife, but his firstborn child already on the way.  

Even years later, people still whispered about Loid’s journey to the Fey Mountains. How he left to find a cure for his mother and how she miraculously recovered on his return home. How he had surprised his mother with a wife that was not only ethereally beautiful, but incredibly kind. How their firstborn had hair as pink as roses and eyes as green as the Fey Mountains in springtime. How she was an unusually perceptive child, seemingly able to know the thoughts and secrets of everyone, just by being near them. And how they all disappeared one day, spirited back to the Fey Mountains, some say, to live out the rest of their lives in the Fey World.  

Although every so often, people say that one can still see glimpses of the family at twilight, talking and playing and laughing together. And wherever they were glimpsed, pink roses always bloomed there the next day.  

Human: Deal.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade...

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let's hope the price wasn't too much for you after all... Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: ...If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey:

Fey, blushing: Ah.

[amazinglyashy]

"Sylus? A prankster? Get out of here-"

Pairings: Sylus x Reader, Luke and Kieran & Reader Summary: A short drabble about what goes on after all of the shady dealings, blackmail, and betrayal in the N109 zone. About how Sylus may have quickly discovered just how alike you are to the two henchmen he employs- and maybe, he isn't so different himself, either . Tags: Fluff, Pranks, Gender-neutral pronouns for Reader, Drabble Notes: I genuinely really love writing not just for Sylus, but a bit concerning the antics of Luke and Kieran. I might make some headcanon posts regarding the two of them soon actually, but we will see! Wordcount: 640

The problem was that Sylus had thought, against any sort of better judgement, really, that you were perhaps... similar to him.

He didn't think in the more obvious ways, no- he didn't think you would ever be a consistent player in black market dealings, he knew your idea of speeding was going maybe 15 over the limit at the max, and you definitely preferred nice cocktails over anything more simple like gin fizz or whiskey.

But he had thought you had a certain air of... maturity to you, that could match his own normally.

Well, you had proved him wrong.

Especially with Luke and Kieran.

He was honestly going to have to stop referring to them as the twins, and refer to the three of you as something more akin to the three musketeers.

It was a practically daily occurrence where he would wake up, and something, anything, would be out of place. Maybe the top three pairs of socks in his drawer were now mismatched, maybe the soaps in his shower were rearranged so his muscle memory would grab a bottle of conditioner instead of the shampoo and end up realizing only after he smoothed it across his damp hair. Nothing too big, but- little things.

And what made it worse, was that in joining those two little brats, you had effectively made the entire unit of you three better off. You were a horrible liar, but your brought not only a certain special brand of new ideas, but you also made it more difficult for Sylus himself.

See, he couldn't well punish the three of you with those sweet kitten eyes staring back at him if the three of you managed to get caught- and your involvement also was stirring up something... not quite new, per se. But something that had long since become dormant, and was so very rarely unearthed again throughout time.

And that was probably why you had found yourself putting on the wrong shoe on the wrong foot after visiting him occasionally, impulsively assuming that they had been left exactly how you had left them, too busy chatting with Kieran about something before you went on your way to notice ahead of time. Or maybe it was why you found your tongue turned purple in the mirror, stained such a goofily saturated color from something he had put in your portion of dinner set out at the table.

Of course, it took you a considerable amount of time to discover who was doing it- you had assumed Kieran had done it- or maybe Luke, out of revenge for not spending enough time with them, or because you had slighted them in some way. There was a small period of infighting between the three of you, before the dawning realization had come that- if it wasn't any of the three of you- who could it be...?

And while the three of you had all agreed on the same notion, that notion being that Sylus, the ruthless leader of Onychinus, did not play pranks, it was getting increasingly difficult to try and pin the blame on anyone else. Anyone else who worked for the man knew their place, or in better terms- wouldn't dare risk a silly prank directed at anyone who had a body count, or was closely associated with those with body counts.

It didn't take any of you long, however. To get past the initial disbelief-turned-shock about how Sylus was slowly joining in more and more in small little bouts of mischief- returning pranks that he received, or coming up with new ideas entirely- and start making even more of a game than it had been before. The four of you had a wonderful little game going on, and none of you seemed to want it to stop.

Not anytime soon, at least.

[usercelestial]

What if Evan Buckley decides fuck it I quit my job because nothing makes me happy anymore and opens a bakery and then Tommy starts ordering pastries from him for the 217 and they finally reconcile after buck makes him the best damn chocolate muffins Tommy's ever eaten

Tommy's been ordering from this bakery for the last five years. After he was promoted to captain of the 217, he made it a point to bring in treats to win over his old coworkers turned employees. He orders a couple dozen muffins once every week to keep people happy. Originally, it was supposed to be one time but goddamn if they weren't the best damn muffins Tommy's ever had. His crew was happy enough with the incentive and it became somewhat of a tradition at Harbor that a delivery boy would show up at their door with a few pristine white boxes to hand over to Captain Kinard. 

Five years and he's never had a problem getting the pastries delivered on time. Early in the morning of the day of delivery, before the sun even came up, he got an email explaining that his delivery had been cancelled and a refund had been processed. 

"Shit," Tommy wipes the sleep from his eyes and sits up. He has to get to work in a few hours and he knows his crew well enough to know how cranky they'd be if they had nothing to start the morning with. He fumbles out of bed, throws on his clothes, and heads down to the bakery to see what he can do. 

It's a little place not too far from Harbor. It's called something like Emergency Eats, it has a cliche first responder theme. First responders get a 15 percent off discount with each order so the weekly spending makes it a little worth it. 

Tommy rushes inside, the sun barely having risen and the cold morning air settling on his skin. The bakery is light and warm around him. It feels like one of those places someone would call home. The decor stays true to the theme and centers firefighters. On the wall behind the counter, there's a mural of a fire station. Along the wall in the dining area, there are pictures of different first responders. He recognizes Athena in one and smiles to himself. The tiles are black and white checkered and there's even a fire pole standing next to the counter. He walks up to it and rings the gaudy bell that hangs from the ceiling that says “pull for service” despite the immense amount of cringe he feels while doing it. 

“Be right there!” 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

He knows that voice. He’s spent five years thinking about this voice, dreaming about it, being haunted by it. He’s spent five years feeling terrified of hearing it on the radio, at an emergency, on the street. 

Evan Buckley walks through the curtain that covers the entrance to the kitchen, holding a tray of pink and white colored cookies. 

“Oh fuck,” Buck’s face goes ghostly white and his knuckles strain to keep grip on the tray. 

The room is still and quiet in the soft morning glow. The black and white tiles are painted with the delicate shadows casted from the trees lining the sidewalk. The two men breathe the same air and let the shock wash over them. 

Tommy isn’t allowed to break the silence first. He relinquished that right when he walked out of Buck’s life five years ago. Buck seems to pick up on the fragile air between them and breaks the quiet for the both of them, “Are you here about your muffins?” He sounds apologetic, maybe a little weak. 

“Uh,” Tommy kicks up invisible dust on the ground, “Yeah, I was gonna see if I could order something else if you’re out of the ones I normally order.” 

“Okay, listen, I’m sorry about the delivery mishap, it’s just that normally I have more people delivering but most of them are out sick and I’ve been so busy lately and I just-” 

Buck continues babbling while Tommy only half listens, questions burning in throat. 

“Is this your shop?” Tommy interrupts. 

Buck’s face dances between expressions before landing on surprised, “I thought you-” he cuts himself off and shakes his head, “Yeah. Yeah, this is my shop.” 

“You're not at the 118 anymore? You're-you’re not a firefighter?” 

Buck glanced down at his feet and puts the tray of cookies down on the counter. He takes a deep breath and speaks, “I thought maybe Eddie or Chimney would have told you.” 

Tommy furrows his brows, “We don't talk that much about-” he swallows, “you know…” About Buck. About them. About the breakup. He hasn't heard a word about Buck in five years. He hasn't even heard his name. 

“Yeah,” Buck nods his understanding. 

“Yeah,” Tommy agrees. 

“Um, yeah, this is my shop,” Buck continues, “I opened it about five years ago. A few months after.” 

They're dancing around saying it. Tommy's not sure how much longer they can keep this up for. 

“Why’d you quit?” Tommy asks. That's the question at the center of this whole thing. Why, why, why. 

Buck blinks, like he’s got something at the tip of his tongue but it caught between his teeth, “Few reasons.” He looks down at his legs again, “Uh, I got into an accident a while back. It took me out of the field for a while and I-” Buck stops and searched for the words, “I couldn't think of many reasons to go back to how things were before so I figured it was time for a fresh start.” 

Tommy lets the information wash over him. He can't imagine Buck being content with being out of the field but this bakery- it's tribute to first responders, it's pictures on the wall of smiling firefighters and dispatch operators- it's peaceful. It's like he’s found the happiest middle ground possible. 

“P-plus, I teach on the side,” Buck adds like an afterthought, “Part time, it's good money. Only have class a few days a week so it gives me time to run the bakery and keep business up.” 

Tommy smiles at that. Buck was always a busy-body, constantly needing to be moving in order to stay stimulated. Without being a firefighter, Tommy had wondered how he manages with all the extra free time but of course Buck would fill the days however he could. He’s never been sedentary and he won't start now. 

“Sounds like you've been busy,” Tommy comments lamely. Like he's a stranger. Like this is just small talk. It's almost nice. The small talk- pretending these small intimacies are something he still gets to enjoy. 

A moment passes before Buck claps his hands, “Your muffins!” He disappears into the kitchen and bustles around. Tommy can see his shadow passing through the window in the center of the wall. 

When Buck re-emerges, he’s holding the signature box of muffins that gets delivered to his station. “For you. We had them, it's just that I couldn't get them to you. Sorry about that.” 

Tommy shakes his head and steps forward to grab them, “No, don't worry about it. They're just for my crew, I’m the captain now and I’m trying to keep everyone happy.” 

“Captain?” Buck quirks an eyebrow, tilts his head, and smirks. Tommy's heart hurts. “You've been busy too.” 

“You could say that,” Tommy tries not to overthink whether or not it sounds like he’s flirting. He doesn't know if he intends it or not. Instead he focuses on the way Buck ducks his head and hides his smile. Tommy feels like a wrong move here is going to cost him. He wants to be delicate, he wants to flirt, he wants to friend-zone him, he wants to reach across the counter and pull him in and never let him go. It's been five years, it's been seconds, it's been no time at all. Seeing Buck again feels like taking your first breath after being underwater for too long. His lungs are burning. The right thing to do is to keep burning. It's selfish to do anything else. To gasp for breath the way he wants to. But- 

“Listen, Buck, if it's easier on you guys,” Tommy mentally flays himself for starting the sentence, “I could swing by in person instead. So you don't have to worry about delivering to us.” 

Buck considers him. Tommy waits for him to say what they both already know. That it’s not a good idea, they should lose contact, forget each other. 

Buck sucks his teeth. Suddenly, Tommy feels a wall rise between them. Then he exhales and says, “On one condition.” 

Tommy shrugs, keeping himself nonchalant, “Of course.” Anything, obviously, I’d do anything. 

“You can't call me Buck. It’s Evan or nothing” 

Every alarm is going off in his head. Red, blaring sirens that have always told when to run sing through his skull and fall on deaf ears. 

“I can do that, Evan.” 

Evan smiles. For the time, the smile finally reaches his eyes. They twinkle like they used to. This is such a bad idea. 

“Same time next week?” Tommy holds the basket with one hand and does finger guns with the other. He’ll never stop embarrassing himself. 

“You know where to find me,” Evan leans against the wall, blue apron tied cutely around his waist. There's a pink tint to his cheeks that Tommy tries not to read into. Gentle is the name of the game and he’s trying not to let himself expect anything he shouldn't. They're just two old friends catching up once a week. Tommy's just a customer in Evan’s shop. They hardly know each other anymore. 

Maybe they’ll get to know each other better than before he cut loose and ran. Or maybe Tommy will just become a recurring customer. He’s nervous to find out which. Either way, he leaves the shop far too excited for the week to come to an end. His crew comment on his quote-unquote glowing cheeks and far off look in his eyes. 

Picking up muffins becomes Tommy’s favorite part of the week. 

[sreabhadh]

Ope lol

Fortunately I have my older sister, who has a worse case than me and IS diagnosed, so I was able to look at that, look at myself, and well, 2+2=4

But yeah. Oohhff. Imposter syndrome + disabilities... yeah. For lack of better words; "big oohhff."

"But I'm not as disabled as THEY are." Okay but you're still disabled. Counterpoint. *Points to person in wheelchair* "Sure you're not as disabled as they are." *Points to someone else, any random person with a body that functions a normal amount.* "You're also not as abled (/able bodied) as them." Your disability may come in a different flavor and color your life in a different manner. But you are still disabled. And you are still valid.

Not your fault, hopefully you can escape the imposter syndrome and find some ways to take care of your body.

If you go in to get diagnosed, first off always have a list and lots of examples of your symptoms and their severity, and the effects it has and ways it limits your life and functionalities. But also, if you can, arrange it so someone else can drive you, and just, don't do all the things you usually do to try to manage it. You want the doctors to see you in bad shape on a rough day, not in good shape on a smooth day when you seem totally fine. Let them see what it's actually like instead of doing the normal social thing of being as presentable as possible at any given moment.

Also, seek out electrolytes, anything you can get that fits within your budget. My family gets Liquid IV from Sam's club in bulk, it's a little cheaper that way. My sister uses LMNT, and has prescribed salt tablets.

We have a wheelchair, a walker, and I have a cane. I used that cane quite heavily yesterday and today since I was walking around a lot (multiple hours).

Different people have different symptoms and severities, different systems and things they find help

Here's hoping you can find out what helps you 👍

Good luck my friend 🍀🤞✊

Well obviously I can’t have chronic fatigue, that’s a real problem for real disabled people that’s diagnosed by doctors probably. Clearly I just have some sort of perpetual exhaustion issue, that is also almost certainly my fault somehow

[suugarbabe]

Lovely lovely Sab, I have another thought for you 🫡

Imagine kind, loving, sweet Enzo getting super pissed and lashing out at Snape in class after he's said something really mean to reader. And Snape's actual low key scared because we all know sweet Enzo is the actual psycho of the group and his quite, direct anger is terrifying coming from someone so sunshine-esque ✌️

Enjoy the day dream love, and happy belated new year 😘

hi keke my love my darling i love you. I struggled a liiiiittle with how to make enzo seem psycho but also not too far from how i normally write him so i did kind of go for like a threatening menacing psycho versus physical violence towards a professor. i hope this is good enough if not please tell me i suck <3

Lip held between teeth your do your best to continue concentrating on the order you're supposed to add your ingredients. Potions was your worst class. Not for lack of knowledge; or even lack of ability. Outside of the classroom you would almost be labeled of proficient, rivaling even that of Blaise Zabini.

But in the potions classroom you might as well be a squib. What was the difference you ask? That would be one Professor Severus Snape. He glides in front of your and Enzo's table just as you're adding the infusion of wormwood. You knew this particular potion called for four shakes exactly. Any more and there would be an explosion of smoke.

Snape's piercing black eyes watching you had your hands shaking. Enzo's placed his hand on the small of your back in a soothing gesture, trying silently to help you stay focused, to breathe. But Snape continued to watch. Each agonizingly slow shake you made his eyebrow rose higher, a low humming noise in the back of his throat.

And it's that noise that has you losing count of how many shakes you've already added, leading to you adding just one too many. You can see the potion start to turn the wrong color, and the top begin to bubble in the wrong way. Enzo has a grip on the back of your robes like he's about to pull you down under the table for protection.

But Snape is quick to correct your mistake more as a means to not have to clean his classroom, or his robes, because of your error than really any care for you. "You're lucky I knew you'd fail. If I weren't prepared your mistake would've destroyed part of my classroom," Snape looked down his long crooked nose with a look of disdain. "I should deduct house points for your incompetency. A sure disgrace to the pureblood you're supposed to be."

Enzo's hand on your back quickly fisted the material. A surefire sign he was angry. "Careful how you talk to them, professor. They're technically ranked higher than you in society, isn't that what you believe?" Enzo's tone wasn't loud. Purposely not drawing attention to anyone else in the class who were still working diligently as to not be Snape's next victims.

Snape straightened at Enzo's statement, hands still behind his back as though he were not truly bothered by the teenager in front of him but there was no missing the flair in his nostrils, "I have no knowledge of what you mean, Berkshire. But if I were you, I'd watch how you talk to a professor."

Enzo's head tilted slightly, a smirk of a grin forming on his lips that you only ever see when he's going to go for a kill. "Well you're a half blood, aren't you professor?" Enzo's biting his lip as his grin is growing; Snape is glowering. "Wouldn't that make you...below them?"

Snape slams his hands down on the table in front of you, causing you to jump back slightly and a few others to look your way. "Eye's on your own cauldrons," Snape spat, everyone's heads quickly turned back to their own work.

He leaned in closer towards Enzo, a raging whisper spitting from his lips as he spoke, "How dare you speak to me that way, boy. Do you forget who I am?"

You've not seen it personally too many times, but you've heard about it from Mattheo and Theo. The switch that sometimes flips within Enzo when he's getting angry. Around you he's usually good at controlling it. But for some reason Snape must have struck a nerve.

The switch was palpable in the air, in his energy that shifted. Enzo placed his hands on the table opposite his professor, leaning forward to shorten the distance. Even though it was a whisper, his voice was still coated in the thickness of what seemed like a threat, "Do you forget who I am? I've seen you at those meetings professor."

A snarl overtook Snape's features, "You don't know what you are talking about, boy." Enzo let out a low laugh, eyes casting down to the table as his tongue ran over his teeth with a smile, "Oh I know exactly what I'm talking about, Professor. I know more than you think; am being taught more than you think. You created a spell when you were a student, didn't you?"

Snape stayed silent, eyes darting back and forth with Enzo's who's seemed to get darker by the moment. "Curious to find out what spells I've come up with? Wonder if they're just as...dangerous."

"Enz!" you whisper shouted through your teeth, "did you just threaten a professor?" You were getting nervous, but Enzo never appeared more confident than in this moment. He picked up some extra ingredients in his hands, "Don't worry love, nothings going to happen. Snape here is actually going to excuse us early from class."

"And why...would I do that," Snape was doing a poor job at keeping his composure, arms now crossed as he responded through gritted teeth. Enzo dropped the billywig wings into the cauldron, "Because in about twenty seconds that little...mistake of mine is going to coat anyone within a five foot radius in sticky black smoke. So we're going to have to leave early to change for our next course."

By time he finished speaking the potion began bubbling once more, Snape hurrying to back away as Enzo held you still in place. With a loud pop and a few laughs from peers you and Enzo now found yourselves coated in a thin black sludge.

"Eugh, gross," you shook your hands towards the floor, plops of essence of your potion hitting the dungeon floor with a splatting noise. Enzo simply wore a devilish grin, keeping a challenging eye contact with the professor.

Snape pointed a long and boney finger towards the door, "Out! The both of you. Go clean yourselves up and get out of my sight at once!" You nodded your head quickly, still intimidated to speak. Enzo just gave a curt nod, still smiling, "Of course, Professor."

[blueishspace]

On the Evolution of the Franken-skins.

If you have been following me recently you'll know I have made a few Franken-skins by merging the skins of every player, today I'll be giving my thoughts on them as we go through the evolution of Life series incarnate.

Third Life

The first skin and also the one that kinda looks like Impulse. As I said in the og post I headcanon the mess in the middle to be a wound filled with flowers.

I also get a militar-y vibe from it which makes sense considering Third Life was just a faction war.

Also, Double belt.

Last Life

The one that looks the most like Scott which is perfect considering who won... but with Joel's beard I have been told makes it Joker-looking..

You can also clearly see the Shadow-Alliance robes, they are very obvious, they look kinda bloodied and torn on the arms though.

Kinda interesting that Joel's red crown persisted while Ren's didn't in the Third Life one, wondering if you could get anything from that. The crown also looks like It's combined with the head in some way.

Double Life

I see a lot of Jimmy in this one, It's also look really simple.

It kinda has a bit of a light beard, that's kinda neat, also there's a difference in the bottom four pixels of eyes and the top two meaning It's confirmed that they have two pair of eyes.

I don't really have much to say about this one except that you can see Bdubs' clock stayed strong.

Limited Life

Lots and lots of colors here, my personal guess is that most of them come from Scott's and Martyn's coral layering on top of the outer layer of the bad boys jackets during the process of making this.

Talking about the bad boys , you can kinda see it also has a black jacket beneath the colors.

Really love those trousers though, they look really cool.

Secret Life.

A bit of a mess this one, they do have headphones though, you'll never convonce me that's not what's going on.

The green layer on their trousers make them look camouflage-y?? Baggy camo trousers.

They also have flower in their head, a small red one, guessing from Gem.

You can also see Joel's colored streak in It's hair, that's impressive.

Real Life

Another simple one, is it just me or do they look slightly more feminine then the others? It makes semse though, there were like 4 guys less then the other seasons.

You can also see Joel's hair streak even more clearly, the two pair of eyes thing is also really obvious.

I like this one, looks like someone's actual skin, it looks clean.

Wild Life.

Another super colorful one, this one is much more of a mess though.

You could say their outfit is... wild.

White belt is an interesting choice, It's hard to see but it looks to me they are wearing a sleeveless jacket of some kind. You can kinda see the hood on the back.

Headcanon is that all the colors are like leaves and flowers and growing on them as they are part creaking and therefore part tree.

Original/Peaceful form

The original frankenskin, the one I made using everyone's normal skin. It has been called many things:

Tubbo, Joey, Tommy, Scott.

The Scott one especially, everyone seemed to agree that this guy looked especially like Scott...and I see it.

Still, I find it interesting to search for everyone's contributions, it's fascinating to me.

Holy

This obe is brand new, a sort of true form made from merging every player's divine sona (when present, otherwise just a normal skin). Ocean goddess Lizzie, Santa Perla, Codfather, Stratos Joel, Angel Scott, Sun god Bdubs, Dungeon Master Tango and so on.

[respectthepetty]

Background Noise - Futtara Doshaburi

I liked that right after returning the umbrellas to the restaurant, the guys had to take refuge in a nearby building to escape from the unexpected rain.

And it gave a peak into their reactions when the unexpected happens. Hagiwara Kazuakia laughs. He finds joy in the break of monotony, but Nakarai Sei pauses and assesses.

Then he explores.

And while he reflects on the pieces and his placement with them,

Hagiwara Kazuakia gets far more personal with the art and inserts his physical presence in the art.

This was also seen in their responses to the "two types of women" question since Hagiwara Kazuakia, who is sexually frustrated with his girlfriend, saw women as objects to be fucked or not fucked, and Nakarai Sei, who is sexually attracted to men, viewed women as an aesthetic who either put on makeup in front of others or didn't.

The building they enter is an actual gallery, and a majority of the artwork is Akio Omori's, but without knowing the artist's intentions, his artwork seems to rest in a space of spirituality and the feminine, which is an interesting theme for these two to journey through together.

The flowers, which are viewed as feminine object, have some spiritual correlation. The translation of the first dark flower, which could be incorrect, is "Devil's Thoughts" and it seems to have dragon-like wings and thorns. The second red flower with its gold butterfly-like wings that Nakarai Sei closely looked at was titled "Angel's Face," so we have the abstract (thought) and the physical (face), but also good and evil.

And this dichotomy runs throughout the pieces, yet it's more of a question of the complexity of two supposedly different ideas since both flowers are still beautiful and tempting, which we also see with the celestial bodies.

Red is normally the color associated with the devil and aggression. But also love, and the red figure with its gold wings has the halo. It's the angel.

While the blue and white figure, which are normally colors associated with purity and heaven, has the dragon wings and the spiked tail. It is the devil.

Then we come to the grand piece that resides in another space separated from the rest.

As a Catholic, I immediately saw La Virgen.

But I also noted the shaped of the statue because it looks like a vulva.

And it wouldn't be the first time I saw a vulva in art when that was never the artist's intention (hello, Georgia O'Keeffe, we meet again!), but I do think it adds to the way each man reacts to the piece since they have already walked through a room that has planted the foundation for complex thought since the piece is about a devout woman who ascends to heaven while her chest is partially exposed. The piece is about heaven/God/good, and although the bare chest isn't sexual, there is something about the shape of the statue and the exposure that makes it feel a little tempting, like the flowers.

Hagiwara Kazuakia, the one who enjoys the unexpected, the one who gets closer to the art, the one who inserts himself into the art, sees it as a female statue that reminds him of his sexual frustrations. But Nakarai Sei, the one who pauses and reflects, the one who keeps his distance, the one who thinks about himself in relation to the art, sees it as a wooden statue which, although exposed, can't decide if the statue is obscene or sad. It's the "two type of women" question all over again.

Because just like Fujisawa Kazuaki stated, "no matter what I pick, it will apply to men too. Traits that befit women or men don't really exist," so the men aren't simply looking at art that is nestled in the complex relationship between the feminine and spiritual, but they are examining themselves.

Then the rain stops.

In their relationships, the men dream about the past and the future, but only question the present with each other. Hagiwara Kazuakia hates that he can hear the rain in his apartment because it reminds him of what he once had with his girlfriend. He is stuck in the same cycle of replaying the past.

Nakarai Sei hates that he cannot hear the ran in his apartment because it reminds him of how alone he is and what he will never have. He is stuck in a prison he refuses to leave.

And yet Nakarai Sei stood in the rain outside of the restaurant and Hagiwara Kazuakia tried to provide him shelter from the rain. The past and future collided in the present.

So when they arrived on the gallery's steps after returning the umbrellas, Nakarai Sei went inside to hide from the rain, and Hagiwara Kazuakia laughed as he enjoyed the surprise of it.

The art is them. Neither is simply one thing. They are complex. But they also a pair. We have the angel with its spiked tail and the devil with the halo. We have the winged flowers. We have a man who hates the rain yet laughs when it does rain and one who misses the rain yet hides when it does rain. And I think that is why they have this yin and yang quality to them. They see things differently, yet neither is fully right or wrong. They are the celestial figures. They are the statue. They are frustration and sadness. But they need the other one so they can understand that.

They are getting to know themselves by understanding the other. They want BOTH intimacy and sex, but they are figuring that out as they ask more questions of the other since for the first time they are focusing on the present, so their responses to finding out that their pen pal is right next to them after Hagiwara Kazuakia sends the email about the rain noise app is the same response they had when it rained. Nakarai Sei sits in it and thinks it over, and Hagiwara Kazuakia laughs. Because it's the unexpected.

And for two men who keep going through the motions of what is expected of them, they need the other one to shake up their expectations of what is right, what is good, what it is be a man

And what it means to love.

[heylorrain]

Hello there💓✨TYSM for the ask anon! ofc I have a draft for it. I was actually planning on incorporating it somehow on their main fic but at this point I don't think she'll do it. This illustration goes with the writing so, here you go 💖🥹 Word count:: 863 + much fluff - read it on AO3 or expand and enjoy "Beneath your Beautiful"

“May I?” The curiosity was obvious in Lorrain’s voice, her hand reaching out slowly towards Ominis' wrist.

He was momentarily taken aback by the sudden touch and request, but he had figured sooner or later this would happen.

 He chuckled and handed the girl his wand.

Lorra tossed aside her book and sat straight on the bed after her wish was finally granted. She closed her eyes, focusing on calming her senses, feeling the light weight of the wand in her hand. She forced herself to breathe slower, more controlled, to fill her lungs with deep, measured inhales. But the wand sat silently in her hand, its usual flicker of crimson light absent.

She strained her ears for any sound beyond the heater of the dorm, but all else was quiet.

Still nothing. 

Ominis waited patiently. He knew she would see nothing, just like Sebastian and Anne had when they tried to “see” through his wand; but still wanted her to try it, just to keep her enthusiasm alive for a little longer.

"Perhaps you should try to relax?" Ominis suggested, noticing the impatience in her foot as it began to stomp on the floor repeatedly. 

He reached for her free hand.

And then it happened. 

His touch felt like a wave crashing into shore, calming and invigorating all at once. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter as she felt her senses overload. Ominis' touch was exactly what she needed to finally make the wand work.

She saw bright colors swirling around her, passing through what seemed to be Ominis' silhouette, like bright ribbons of light. Though she couldn't make out any specific details, his silhouette seemed to flicker like a fire, with gentle dancing flames that encapsulated his essence. 

“A-Are you seeing anything?” He said surprised, noticing how her vibe had changed so abruptly, not letting her hand go just yet. 

He could hear her rasped breaths, but she didn't respond, her focus completely consumed by the blinding figure before her.

Lorra’s hand gripped Ominis’ tightly. Her surroundings had changed, bright warm colors enveloping the glowing figure, her eyes darting everywhere behind closed lids while more color joined in, yellow, white…

Ominis kept asking her what was happening, but got no response, only sharp gasps. Grabbing her shoulders and making his way up to her face, he mapped her features, he felt the clinging of her jaw, her furrowed brows and her mouth biting her bottom lip. Cupping her face he shook her gently, trying to get her out of that hypnotic state. 

Finally her eyes flew open just to find everything like it was before she closed her eyes. No bright colors, no silhouettes. Just a dimly lit dorm. Everything was back normal. Well, most of it, she found Ominis inches away from her, watching her anxiously and uneased. 

“Goodness gracious, woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?” He exclaimed, pulling his wand away from her hand. "Are you alright? You stopped-"

But she lunged towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck. It wasn’t enough. She needed to feel even closer to him, so she climbed onto his lap and pressed herself against him, feeling his heartbeat against her chest.

Ominis remained frozen, his hands hovering in the air as he hesitated what to do next. But as the sound of her cries reached his ears, he couldn't help but pull her gently against him. He could feel the contrast of their breaths mingling together, one shaken and uneven, the other slow and steady. He was certain that she had witnessed something entirely different from what he typically saw when wielding his wand.

“What did you see?” He whispered.

She pulled away, drying her tears with her sweater. She looked at him for a moment, trying to make sense of everything she’d experienced.

"I saw you... YOU. Entirely. Your essence?. I saw YOU." She cradled his face, drawing him in until their foreheads met as she spoke further. “But I felt your pain too. The one you hide from everyone else. How do you manage to endure it so easily?” 

Ominis was not expecting that answer. He sure couldn’t see or feel everyone else’s pain, nor see right thru them. He tried to remain cool, thinking of a simple answer to brush off that statement. But he knew better than to lie to her. 

“I don’t know. That’s just who I am. I wish I didn’t bleed so easily when things get-” But he couldn’t finish the sentence. “I can’t change it, even if I wanted to…” Ominis said, tilting his head down.

A warmth spread through Lorra's chest, making her hold her breath in anticipation. She couldn't resist the magnetic pull towards him, ending in a bittersweet kiss. Her lips felt almost unworthy of his touch, but still grateful to be able to feel it.

"You deserve so much more than this," Lorra whispered against his lips.

But he simply smiled and pulled her closer, his embrace conveying all that needed to be said. I...already have everything I need. He thought silently.

[nataliawolf]

One of my favorite movies is "The Devil Wears Prada." I love the characters in that movie, especially its two main characters, Andrea and Miranda Presley. I love all the outfits that Andrea uses when she finally decides to take on the role of the magazine. My style comes from observing fashion and that movie includes some combinations that I normally use. Obviously, I don't have the money to buy clothes or accessories from Prada, Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, Gucci and a bunch of other brands that are very expensive. But I can get inspired, and I do, by their collections that they present in the different seasons of the year. If I had started my transition at 17, I probably would have been a catwalk model or a model for fashion photography. My vanity and my taste for outfits would allow it. I consult a lot about how to wear a good outfit and how to combine colors, how to wear a miniskirt or jeans, and depending on my body shape, what clothes would suit me best, although there are times when I contradict the norm. But basically it's my policy in fashion, less is more, if I show a lot below I don't show much above and vice versa, the squares and the lines and the dots don't go together, although you can combine colors in a creative way but still carrying an aesthetic around a chromatic circle that is easy to find on Pinterest.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

When Fallen Angel! Reader first fell into Heck, the place was empty. With blank black dirt and Black grey skies, the only thing with color is Reader themselves.

They cried and screamed and mourned for a decade or two, hurt by what happened. But after that, they realize that this place was pretty boring. They still had their powers, which was sharper now, harsher and less delicate. But it was still theirs, and they would make this place theirs too.

They started first with the land. Filled it with forests, cities, mountains, oceans, plains, and deserts. Each part planned and crafted out as perfectly as their old paperwork.

That occupied them for a couple centuries, but they noticed the place was still awfully lonely without living beings inside. So they roll up their little sleeves and start their next project.

The first one made is ginormous. Full of scales and spikes and fire. A drop of their blood gives him life and a touch of their own power. He is full of rage. Rage at everything. He is angry at this emptiness, angry at heaven for their misdeeds against his "parent", always angry. They name him Satan, the Sin of Wrath.

They make other sins. Asmodius, Beezlebub, Mammon, Leviathan, and Belphaghor. They are all at least triple their size at any given moment, but they all love their parent. Don't let the size difference fool you, Reader is the only mature one in the group.

They split the realm into 7 layers and assign each Sin a layer much like a parent assigning kids rooms at a new house. Reader takes the highest and most empty layer. It's the closest to the portal to heaven. They aren't sure if heaven will ever open it, and they don't want to find out what they'll do about the Sins if they do.

It was around this time they realized they have physically changed, even though it started when they first fell. Horns instead of a halo, those horns, hooves (they've always had goat legs, they're just normally hidden under clothes and their hooves can easily be mistaken for shoes), eyes, and some feathers looked dipped in red, limbs stained black, slit eyes, and forked tongue. This place has changed them as much as they have changed it.

Eventually, the Sins get bored and ask for people to fill their "rings". Not seeing anything wrong with giving them responsibility, Reader makes much smaller, much less dangerous people to fill "Heck" as the Sins call it (they don't know where they got the affinity for naming stuff). Imps, Hellhounds, Succubi, Innucubi, Goat-demons, Bird Demons, and those Shark-fish demons Leviathan loves so much. They don't make any that go in their ring specifically, but some move in anyway and start the beginnings of Pentagram City. So Reader spends a couple centuries just ruling Heck and keeping their overpowered kids in check ( they love them, but the Sins can be real jerks sometimes.)

The first Sinner comes as a surprise and with the first contact Reader has with Heaven since they fell. Their home is being used as a dumping grounds for the souls Heaven doesn't want, the Sinners are practically immortal, can't leave the Pride Ring (Reader doesn't know if Heaven knows about the other rings, and has no idea how to find out), and are filling in fast. The Sinners are a pretty rough bunch in general, so Reader establishes the Overlord system to try to bring some order, but that only forces them to have regular meetings with the worst of Sinners.

When Heaven sends a second message, telling them that there are too many Sinners (whose fault is that???!!!!) and they will send an Army of Angels once a year to cull them from existence. Any damage they cause to the ring is considered holy justice and will be Reader's problem to fix.

They consider blowing up the portal in sky. (You can't. Satan tried. It didn't work)

(Sugar, I love this ♡^♡!!!)

Reader is revered, even worshipped, in Heck. They are their Maker, their Creator! Every move move make has only made Heck stronger, safer, more prosperous! The Sins love their parent (I'll say they have a few altered designs and aren't quite the same as HB or HH, but they still have their animal motif, because they're so freaking cool).

Satan (Wrath) is proud to be a mama/dada boi. He is bossy, and tries to help Reader with the overload of new demons amd sinners by being very, very harsh with the laws and justice system. You abused your ex and tried to murder them?! You are sentenced to public execution, and your ex will have the front row seat, and can choose which method you die by! You abused orphans and uses them for labor?! You are sentenced to be a servant for ALL ETERNITY, and can only do what you're told! You dared insult Reader, his mama/papa/oldest sibling/maker?! HE WILL SEND HIS LEGIONS AFTER YOU AND BROADCAST YOUR DEFEAT AND FORCED APOLOGY! (Then he'll make sure you can never smack talk them again). Satan loves Reader and his younger siblings, and he favors the Ars Goetia, but no one messes with Reader or the peace they've brought to Heck...

Asmodeus (Lust/Love) is always looking to spread the love their parent/sibling/maker has shown them/him! He was taught its important to have consent, and that their has to be certain moral codes with acts of lust or acts of love. Anyone who tries to be a creep or jerk I on their hit list. They will not tolerate such insolence! Such cruelty! Love is supposed to be wonderful, magical, and feel good! Anyone who breaks that is about to have a serious talk (shovel talk) with the birb Sin... So just be good, and try to act lovingly, like their parent, or you will have to be corrected or executed...

Beelzebub (Gluttony) loves to receive attention from Reader. That's her mama/papa/parent! They get an invite to every single one of her parties, they are sent their favorite foods cooked to perfection, and whenever they need a break, she and Belphagor will happily take them on a relaxing vacation! She likes to indulge others, to feed their hunger for food, or love, or movies, or whatever, really! That's what Reader always did for her, and they even made all the Hellhounds just for her! And they're all so cute and precious and are perfectly loyal to both her AND her parent/sibling/maker! Now, however, she doesn't want anyone hogging all the good stuff! Reader said everyone has to share, and not neglect their needs, so Beelzebub makes sure her ring is taken care of!

Mammon (Greed) is a mischievous sort. He doesn't understand why they can't just steal Heaven from those posers and then rule it all together! (See, he's sharing this once, look how good he's being!) Sadly, they can't do that. Buuut what he can do is make sure Reader's finances amd treasury are always in check and full! He's greedy for love, for power, and attention, buuut he's willing to help others... But he will be teaching them to make sure they have what they need. They shouldn't give everything away for nothing, no! That's what happened with Readee, those idiots stole everything from them, and then cast them into this pit! So for everyone's good, he will make sure none of the rings are underfunded and that he and his siblings and Reader are safe at the end of the day...

Leviathan (Envy) is jealous of the angels. They had Reader, and got to see them when they weren't sad and angry and upset! They got to have Reader at their best self! They had ALL of Reader's love, then TOSSED it away like trash! Well, Heck no! Reader is now THEIRS, and they and their siblings and Heck will keep them! Take THAT! They aren't jealous of their siblings, but they do make sure they always have a day out eith Reader every week or so. They're making sure everyone knows who Reader is, and will paint them in the best light possible. (They totally rile up the Overlords to get back at them for being slimy. Gotta make them jealous enough to get rid of each other after all!)

Belphagor (Sloth) is a sleepy little demon. They appreciate Reader keeping them fed, and happy, and safe, and giving them others made in their image. They like to take things easy, and make it easier on others. So they make medicine that can prevent disease, or that can calm anxiety, or even some simple sleeping syrup for those who have insomnia. They want to help those who need help, and they should relax. They make sure to keep their ring healthy and relaxed, as Reader never wanted them to be overworked or anxious or exhausted all the time...

All the Hellborn are told of how Reader, seeing the Sins so alone, went and made them people, who would bring new ideas and light into this dark pit. They would live there, and be happy, and they'd be safe from Heaven's rule and burning light...

(There is a whole museum dedicated to Reader, and the creation of Heck and it's denizens).

Sinners were... well, they weren't always great people. Some were downright awful, or evil. But some were just unfortunate people who weren't bad, but broken, who'd been dealt a rough hand, who were at the wrong place at the wrong titime. Reader set up Overlords to take care of them, but... well, sometimes they had had be pruned, if they were too vile or too bloodthirsty... Sinners know Reader exist, but are not sure how far they can push their luck with them. They all just hope to please this new tiny being, and try to make the best of their new world...

Heaven is on Reader's sh*t list. The adult angels are about to purge Heaven of its "fallen" and try to set things straight. Because nononO, they are not exterminating these people, sinner or not! Those are PEOPLE.

Let's just say Heaven is about to be under new management, and that peace between Heaven and Heck might be possible...

[rigoshtz]

If John and Arthur ever separated, I don't think they would ever be able to live without each other. The amount of codependency in their relationship is too much any human or now human to bear.

I see two possible outcomes, either way, one of them cracks and acts up on their desire to become whole again.

1: If John loses his mind first.

When he gets his new body and has already learned coordinating it, (it would take so much time and physical and emotional effort to do so, but that's another story) he would feel too alone even lost. His entire existence as we know now was with Arthur, at least in the human world. He was so afraid to go back to the dark world, he couldn't bear to be alone again. He couldn't hear Arthur's thoughts, nor could Arthur need his assistance anymore. He would be completely on his own. This is enough in itself to go mental, but what if he would feel so alone that he would see the only option to became happy as going back. But there is no going back. He would find a way: cutting open his soulmate's body and getting into him. Once again they'll be whole, and he would be inside him as he should.

2: Arthur looses is first.

When John gets a body, Arthur has to learn to be on his own again, either blind or with eyesight he would lose his guide. Even if he can see again, the world is not the same as John described it, it's different and less colorful.  If he can see again, he will see how much damage their adventure done to his body. He is half the man he was before, and no one ever in the whole world could see him and know what he feels other than John. His emotional support is gone, but that was the only thing that got his self-esteem going. He tried, or was on the edge of killing himself before, but now he is too close. He can't even bear to see John, with his new body; no scars, no damage. Not only that, but he had to go through so much, and only he stayed the same? He needs John back, but with a body he needs to put it back someway.

He eats him. Every little piece of him. The hair, the bones. Nothing can leave from him, so they can go back to normal, no John's body, he is John's body, and he is inside of him again.

[r-aindr0p]

"magical boys"

*BREAKS DOWN A WALL AMD CHUCKS MINI ROLLOS TO ANYTHING IN SIGHT*

WHERE?!

*visibly shaking* I am normal about this reversal trope of magical girls. I can definetely be trusted to not squeeze this mozarrella with a bowl cut to death. *mini rollo definitely being squeezed to death*

No idea if it's three anons or one but that's really sweet ✨ pls beware depending on which guy you plan to eat some of them give food poisoning or hallucinations (thinking abt some as those small colorful rainforest frogs)

I love magical girl animes very much, grew up watching tokyo mew mew (and somehow managed to watch wedding peach all on youtube a long time ago, i did not understand the english subtitles at all lmao, rewatched it years later and loved it), so imagine my surprise when I stumbled accross the first (if you ignore saint seiya) full on magical boy anime in 2015 and ever since I wanted to draw my own, and now I have my musketeers :)))

A lot more magical boy yapping under the cut because I love this trope so much

Anime I'm talking abt is 'Binan Koukou Chikyuu bouei-bu love' btw ! It's on the parodic side but not as much shitpost-ish as 'magical girl ore' for example. It takes itself "seriously" in it's own way. (and the ending song talks about 2 characters of the show that drifted apart and how there's 3 meters only separating them but it's enough for one to miss the other and aughhh my heart I could yap about this for ages)

LOOK AT THEM (couldn't find a decent pic of the season 1 clothes, this is season 2 and the pic is still low res augh)

Like, I was ?? idk in my last year of middle school maybe when I found this ?? fantastic discovery. Pink wombat mascot with the voice of an old man gives cute bracelets to 5 guys to save the earth. They have to say "love making" and kiss their bracelet to transform, I'm crying And here's the villains of season 1 and season 2 (twins) (silver haired bowl cut annoyed guy is my favorite, what a familiar description....)

There's 3 seasons in total to this anime and season 3 has a new cast of guys but years later at the same school !

Scenario is basically the same as season 1 but with different guys and villains, but omg the otter..... I love that yellow otter so much..... (look they have magical ace and deuce ) Villains of season 3 are called "edelstein knights" or something (ince again an angry guy with ridiculous bangs considered a villain, my beloved)

Other legit magical boy I love a lot is 'Fairy Ranmaru' !! It takes itself more seriously than binan koukou, in it's own scandalous way I'd say. They went ham with the fanservice during transformations it's crazy-(especially uruu's transformation) def +16 at least They do try to talk about serious matters and feelings/emotions in general. I cant' really tell if it's well written since I'm really an easy audience, I should watch it a second time... It's a visual experience at least if you're into that kind of designs

Blue guy my beloved.... Not showing any more, you can find the transformations on yt crunchyroll literally published them

Alright one last "magical" boy/girl, it's not even exceptionnal but it's a fever dream shitpost that has a special place in my heart : 'Classicaloid' So a girl's father created humanoids with the memories of classical composers and went to get milk, leaving them all. The classicaloids eventually decide to squat at the girl's house. They have magical powers called "musik" and have a small transformation animation. So to a certain extent I do consider this a magical people anime.

Here's everyone from season 1 (untransfromed) Beethoven and Bach (maybe mozart too tbh) are the most recognizeable but good luck to guess the others :') (Liszt and Tchaikovsky are genderbent) They are all so whacky together I love them so much, bach only speaks in musical terms "andante, pianissimo etc.." Chopin is the looser of all times, Mozart is.... Mozart, and Dvorak (season 2) became a pigmy hippo for literally no reason The animation is nice but the ending song illustrations ??? dang

First two pics are from season 2 endings, they all represent an important location for the composers or something related to them (for example Chopin's is the père lachaise cemetery in paris where irl one has a tomb) Really I'm amazed by all the ending art pieces, I can't put more than 10 pics per post, I would've showed them all otherwise eeee) On the thrid pic you actually see mozart in his musik outfit ! An in one ep he even lets his hair loose ahierjh

(takt:op is absolutely in my watchlist)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to the yapping, wether it was interesting or not ! :)))

[nanaooyoo]

nct jisung smut

request for anon: “Can I get uhh, Jisung shy sub smut x fem cute teasing dom! reader?” This is the first actual real smut I’ve ever written so please give me any feedback on how it was so I can get better going forward. This was super fun to write mainly because I’m super into sub!male dom!fem dynamics. Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: swearing • kinda perv!jisung • reader is also a freak • dirty talk • teasing • fingering • unprotected sex • tiny bit of aftercare • roommates to lovers • dacryphilia • light proofread • 7.5k words • nipple play • making out • depraved horniness • self-indulgent prose • red haired Jisung appreciation hours • fem reader • female anatomy

Avalanche: Jisung x Reader pt.I/I

Jisung laid horizontally on the living room couch, his head propped up with one elbow as he watched some edgy series that was currently popular on streaming. He swallowed hard, struggling to focus on whatever was going on plot-wise. Jisung eyed the glass of water you had placed on the coffee table in front of him. He desperately wanted a drink but feared that you’d come back any minute and clock the way his hands trembled trying to grab the ice cold cup. The dryness in his throat and nervousness that was bubbling up in the pit of his stomach made it nearly impossible for him to utter any words, and when he did try, his voice was so hoarse and muffled you couldn’t even hear him from the bathroom if he screamed.

He had convinced himself that you could hop out of the shower at any moment and be sitting right there next to him again. Normally, his roommate coming home from work and letting him know they wanted to “freshen up” before watching TV would be no big deal, but you weren’t just a normal roommate… at least not to Jisung.

You were always so comfortable with him. He thought of you as the contemplative and mature type… which was coincidentally his type. You were critically teasing yet subtly caring. You were perceptive and attentive while still maintaining an aura of aloofness. Ever since you had moved in together, you and Jisung had learned to live in harmony and had even become decent friends. However, your roommate felt a little more for you than just the feelings associated with platonic friendship. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but he knew damn well what he wanted to do about it! His mind (and eyes) wandered places they probably shouldn’t have when you walked into the living room of the apartment earlier tonight. They travelled up and down just like they usually did, but this time they lingered just a fraction of a second longer. He may not have realized it, but you did.

On this particular evening, you had your usual relieved expression from clocking out of a long day at work. Jisung watched as you walked over to the fridge and thanked him for replenishing the water filter. You poured him a glass before getting one for yourself and put it on the coffee table for him without even asking. How you knew he was thirsty he had no clue but the wordless gesture (though small) still gave him butterflies.

“You look cute today. Did you do something with your hair?” You said unassumingly. He remembered the way you had complemented him when he had first gotten his hair dyed. The deep reddish mauve color reminded you of cherry cola and the way you called him cute made him feel like this kind of cute was different than all the others, like maybe you were seeing him as he saw you.

“I just retouched it this morning” he croaked out, realizing that he must have done so subconsciously because he knew you liked how he looked this way.

You hummed in response and gave him a silent once over, a smirk started to form on one side of your face as if you could read his mind. Your expression was subtle, cocky, and a little bit possessive but Jisung wondered if that was just his own brain filling in the gaps of what he wanted to see.

He was reminded of just how at ease you felt with him now when you spun around, went to grab your drink from the kitchen, and casually unbuttoned your blouse as you walked. His cheeks felt hot and the tips of his ears tingled in light embarrassment as his eyes trailed behind you, focusing on the light muscle definition of your back beneath your shirt. He thanked whatever higher power was out there for you not looking in his direction in this exact moment.

“I think I’m gonna shower first, then I’ll come join you.” You said.

“Oh- Alright!” Jisung answered, averting his gaze once he saw you fully slipping your top off and heading to the bathroom.

Should he sit up? Should he keep lying down? Should he just go in his room and hide? Jisung wasn’t sure what would be the best move rigrht now. Every time there was a lull in the show or a quiet moment with the audio he’d listen to the sound of the water hitting the shower tiles… and your skin. His throat (and his jeans) felt tight as he couldn’t help but imagine the way the hot steam would collect around you, and how each dewy droplet must have run down your body and accentuated every contour and curve of your figure. He imagined the way every sudsy bubble got to cleanse and caress you in ways he probably never would. He was too chicken to even joke about wanting to be in there with you, mostly because he really did want to be in there with you! When he was alone he had no problem relieving himself to the thought of you in the shower, or on the couch, or in his bed, on the kitchen counter, the desk in his room… just about anywhere in the apartment you would have him. But the problem was that you wouldn’t have him. You were way out of his league in his eyes, and just as vividly as he could imagine you and him in the shower together, he could imagine the much more realistic scenario of him being way to nervous to even get it up.

If he went to his room now, all he would do is end up with his pants around his ankles, boxers down, left hand firmly clasped over his mouth to stop any of the feeble whining moans from escaping as drool pooled at the corners of his lips and tears collected in the corners of his eyes. He’d end up a shaking and shivering mess desperate for your intimate hold, right hand and most of his stomach sticky with tacky, half-dried cum and saliva…

All he could do was lay there in wait; wondering what was taking you so long…

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“This show is absolutely ridiculous” you said, sneering and pointing at the television. “Who in their right mind would let that happen?”

With every small move you made the fresh and airy scent of your floral body wash took over Jisung’s nostrils and made his head spin. The nude lace trim of your nighttime slip dress peaked out from your fluffy white bathrobe and accentuated your cleavage. He felt like he was holding his breath around you and he couldn’t figure out how to stop. You pretended not to notice how nervous your friend was in your company. Out of the corner of his eye Jisung could see the shine of your freshly blow-dried hair resting on your shoulders leading his peripheral gaze down to your exposed collarbone; and then right back down to your chest. Your scent was intoxicating. It was mesmerizing. The hypnotic way your hands raised up to push your hair out of your face made him wonder what it would feel like to have those delicate fingers and beautifully polished nails gripping his own burgundy locks.

The sound of your voice cut through the dreaming, making him remember where he was. Jisung’s imaginative brain was brought back to reality when he sensed you were trying to grab his attention. “Let what happen?” He asked.

“Let someone perv on them through the doorway without even saying anything, I’d at least invite them in…” you joked.

“What?” Your roommate’s head whipped around to glare at the TV trying to piece together whatever the hell it was you were talking about. Sure enough, there was a shot of one character leering at another through a small crack in the doorway as they undressed. “I guess that’s just their dynamic…” He said, only remembering bits and pieces of the mature series so far.

“Well it’s a dumb dynamic, if they wanna get closer they should just say that. You’d just reach over and grab me if you wanted to.” You said.

“No I wouldn’t!” He protested.

“Why not?” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I that repulsive?’

“No- I just mean that I would never touch you without asking. Not that I wouldn’t want to touch you, I just wouldn’t- I wouldn’t-“

“Wouldn’t what? Touch me?”

“I would if you wanted me to-“ He said.

“-but not if you wanted to…” You chimed.

Jisung didn’t say anything to confirm nor deny, but his silence spoke volumes. “You’re so mean” he pouted, biting the inside of his lip once he saw the way your eyes twinkled in delight the more he worried about what he had said.

“I’m not mean… that hurts my feeling Jisungie.” You said kicking his shoulder in jest.

“Fine” Jisung tried to hide his smile. “You’re not mean, you’re just a tease.” His voice was sarcastic and a little afraid of the line he was toeing but you both knew it was partially true.

“What do you know about me being a tease? You listening in on my hookups?”

Jisung’s face went red and his eyes bugged out as you cackled evilly, delighting in every microscopic instance of his un-comfortability.

Your roommate shifted his weight uneasily from his side of the couch, clearing his throat and reaching for his now lukewarm glass of water. Just as he had previously feared, your eyes followed his trembling hand as he clutched the glass and took a long hard sip. He looked over at you with quick darting eyes avoiding looking at your freshly cleaned face. “No, just from what you’ve told me about your dates and stuff it seems like you’re… you know…”

“I’m what?”

Why you decided to pick this day to continuously push his boundaries he had no clue. “You’re just you. It’s not a bad thing, you just have a strong personality.”

Jisung spoke sincerely and you could see that there was a softness in his expression like he was thinking of you in a way you had a hard time thinking about yourself. “Yeah well… most guys don’t like a strong personality, at least not one like mine.” You joked bitterly.

Jisung could tell even through your smile that you were a bit unhappy. “What do you mean?” He asked carefully, moving slightly closer to you on the couch while still keeping a considerable amount of space. He had a hard time understanding how anyone couldn’t or wouldn’t instantly want to be yours. He fell for you by the end of the first day he had met you.

“I just mean that a lot of guys want a girl who will get on her knees if they tell her to, and I’m more… into the opposite.” You looked at him coyly but still with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

His mind was running wild. He wanted to tell you that whoever made you think that was wrong. He wanted to tell you how all you had to do was ask and he’d be on his knees in seconds. He wanted to tell you how it seemed impossible for him to find a girl who could balance out his docility the same way you could. He wanted to tell you all that and more, but all he could get out was “Ah, I see”.

You brushed off the conversation and went back to watching the show like nothing had happened, but Jisung could feel that the mood in the room had changed.

You turned your head back to look at Jisung who was eyeing you pitifully. “Stop looking at me like that” you laughed, as you scanned his face in an attempt to gauge what he was thinking.

What was Jisung thinking? Well he was thinking about how much he wanted you… and not being able to have you when he wanted you, made him want you even more. The idea that he could spend even another millisecond passively observing you without making a move was eating away at him. “Looking at you like what?” He said; pupils blown wide and mouth ever so slightly agape. He moved another inch or so closer to you waiting to see what you would say or do next.

Instead of immediately responding, you watched and waited to see what he would do next. You wondered if this is what it would finally take for Jisung to be bold. “Like how you always look at me Ji…” you said, reminiscing on the many instances you had caught your roommate staring at you with yearning need.

Jisung’s face flushed again but he didn’t back away. His voice was quiet and pitchy but his gaze was piercing, almost stern, and utterly unchanging. “Sorry…” he replied flatly.

The deep and rich tambour of Jisung’s voice always stuck with you when looking at his cute and boyish appearance. The way he bit the inside of lip to stop his instinctual nervous pout made you want to stop your own smile from forming. You relished in the innumerable amount of pride that came to you in making him sweat, but you also cared for him enough to not want to push him too far.

He looked at you with shining brown eyes; twinkling in anticipation as if even he was unsure of what he was about to do. The gentle pink hue that danced across the apples of his cheeks made his curt apology seem unintentional… reflexive maybe. Jisung didn’t want to admit that when looking at you he felt this overarching sense of romantic wanton, pathetic desire, and unadulterated lust, but without realizing it, he sort of just did.

“Are you… sorry?” You asked, chiding him.

He didn’t know what to say.

You cocked your head to the side expectantly. “Are you sorry?”

Jisung’s eyes were transfixed on you as you shot him a playful smile, he couldn’t tell if you were making fun of him again or being genuine, but the lilt in you voice suggested the former rather than the latter. He paused, mulling over the words stuck to the tip of his tongue like a piece of tart hard sour-candy rolling around in his mouth. Jisung puffed his cheeks and let out a quick breath through his nose while looking down into his lap. The living room was quiet except for the indiscernible audio from the television. The air in the room felt suffocating and stale. The primitive, animalistic, part of his brain that yearned for care and affection seemed only to activate when he was around you. It told him that the only respite that could and would be found, would occur only in submitting to you. It told him to submit wholeheartedly so that you may lift the veil of his pathetic cloying shame.

The way Jisung’s head turned to look at you was slow and deliberate, as if to give you a moment to stop him. You put both your feet up onto the couch and faced him, watching as he crawled tepidly towards you like a cat towards its prey. You laid your head on the cushiony headrest and looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Your face was calm and relaxed while his was hesitant and uncertain. Your breaths were slow and soothing while his were broken and belabored. You adjusted your form under him, laying comfortably, as he came closer and hovered over you, using one shaky hand to cradle the back of your head. You could feel the trembling of his fingers and the unevenness of his breath as he cast his shadow across your body.

Jisung’s voice sputtered like an old tape that had been played far too many times, and he leaned down with half parted lips to place upon yours. All his words just transformed into more hot nervous breaths that hit your unflinching face and neck. His head turned ever so slightly more the moment your two noses touched, but he was stopped in his tracks when you raised your chin just enough to avoid his embrace and look up at the ceiling.

He thought he knew what you wanted but he dreaded having to humiliate himself further. The only thing he hated more than being denied the thing he felt he needed, was the butterflies in his stomach and the fact that he could feel himself about to get hard as the blood rushed away from his head and down to his crotch. “Pl-“ he tried to speak but his throat was dry and his vocal cords were near useless in your presence.

The feeble gust of oxygen that hit your chin as you pretended to find more interest in the caulk and drywall on the living room ceiling rather than in him, fueled you. You knew that you could sit around and wait forever but you also knew Jisung was desperate. You were only testing to see just how desperate he actually was.

“Please… Y/N” he croaked out, and looked at you with pleading eyes as you assumed your previous position.

Jisung’s wanting turned hungry as a few hairs from his bangs stuck to the light film of sweat that was beginning to form on his brow. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his whole body closer to yours. You could feel the rousing chaotic beating of his heart as his chest landed on you, and the soft fabric of his t-shirt trailed across the exposed skin above your breasts. Though his mind was racing and excited, his movements remained slow and deliberate. He ran his thumb through the back of your hair and inadvertently tickled the side of your neck with his pinky. One hand gripped the top of the couch with strained white knuckles as he placed his lips upon yours in uncomplaining wait for any sort of guiding motion.

Feeling his sigh of relief, you finally gave into him. You grazed his bottom lip with your tongue and sucked it in ever so slightly. Your hands seemingly traveled on their own as you reached under his shirt and ran the smooth rounded tips of your fingernails from his chest down to his stomach, purposefully tracing around the sensitive bud of his nipples just enough to make him twitch. With every minor nod of your head, and exhale through your nose Jisung followed suit, letting you slip your tongue past his plush swollen lips and into his salivating mouth. He couldn’t describe the feeling he felt when kissing you, it wasn’t quite pain, but rather something that bordered on the very precipice of pleasure. The way you made his jaw work to keep up with you filled him with anticipation. Your hands soon found their way to Jisung’s hips as the cold pads of your fingers rested gently on his sides.

You lifted your chin again to catch your breath and giggle a bit as you looked up at your roommates glassy almost tearful looking eyes. His lips were somehow even pinker than before, marked with the faintest little red indentations from where your teeth had been. They shined with a mixture of yours and his spit as a single trail of saliva connected your two mouths before disappearing. You tightened your grip on his hips digging your nails into his skinny back as gently as you could while still giving him a little shock to the system. “Your waist is almost smaller than mine.” You said, taking in his lean sprawling form “It’s no fair…” you said mockingly, guiding his hips lower and lower so that they were closer to yours. Jisung’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you. He dared not kiss you again without permission, but secretly also craved an idea of what the repercussion might be. The baggy yet somehow constricting denim of his jeans felt rough against the soft satiny finish of your nightgown. You untied the loose bow of your robe, letting him take a moment to look you up and down. The thin pink fabric draped across your body like water, leaving little to the imagination. Jisung took slight pride in the fact that he could see the faint outline of your hardening nipples, he coveted the idea that he too could make you feel desire. Jisung let out an almost mouse like whine when you lowered his hips unto yours, using your hands to show him how to grind against you. You turned your head to the side exposing your neck as you watched the TV. “Just don’t leave a mark…”

Small, quick, and innocent little pecks transformed into generous, slow, and sensual kisses along the path of your trachea. He had lost your attention before but he was determined to keep it now. The tip of Jisung’s tongue swiped at the edge of your collarbone as he exhaled a deep and warm swath of air that kindled a fire in your ribcage and made the space between your thighs long for their sexual appetite to be satiated.

Jisung’s voice was low and raspy, the words he spoke traveled slowly, rumbling their way into your eardrums. “C- can I?” He said, in a way that was so polite it took you a minute to register what he was asking. He brought one trembling hand down from the top of the couch and looked at you with wide brown eyes as his hand softly landed on your upper thigh. His fingers were rough and his palms were clammy. His thumb drew small restrained circles on the inner corner of your leg, dangerously close to the light pulse developing at your core.

You smiled, trying your best to not look smug. “Go ahead”. You said with an encouraging nod.

Jisung led with a small kiss on your jawline before slipping his hand under your dress. He took his time enjoying the soft velvety feeling of your stomach under your lacy outfit before slipping his fingers past the delicate hem of your equally lacy underwear. His pointer finger gently pressed the skin above your clitoris before he began rubbing it carefully. His movements were tentative and soft as his middle finger slipped between your ever-dampening folds. With every slow clockwise rotation of his finger, you writhed against him, feeling your clit harden and his hot breaths in your ear.

Your breath was picking up, as was his, as every movement of your hips was a signal to him to keep going. He continued to kiss and suckle at the skin on your neck, heeding your warning to avoid leaving any marks. His middle quickly followed by his index finger, coated in the slippery juices of your pleasure; slid inside of you easily. You sang a symphony of drawn out breathy moans as he worked his way inside of you, curling his fingers in and out with a precision you didn’t know he was capable of. His face was unusually serious and focused as it seemed all his attention was fixated on pleasing you. The way he took your satisfaction so seriously was endearing, to the point where you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing him once again. This time, your kisses were sloppier and a tiny bit faster as you both had found comfortable refuge in each other’s bodies. Gone was the nervous tension, the unspoken sexual attraction, the awkwardness… All that was left was the sounds of two wet mouths melding together in horny abject cohesion. Jisung whined and groaned as he kissed you. Your fingers ran through his silky dark red hair and his fingers pumped in and out of you with fervor. Every low guttural moan that threatened to escape your lips was immediately swallowed up by him, as you both spent mere milliseconds seconds coming up for air before kissing each other again.

You could feel the slow, warm, bubbling sensation creeping its way up from your pelvis and into your stomach. Your grip tightened on the back of Jisung’s head the more you could feel your core building up to a release. His slow drawn-out circles on your clit made it feel like a hearty fire was burning within you. Your breathless broken sentences hit his ears between each kiss. “Jisung. Don’t. Stop”.

He wasn’t planning to, but now he knew for sure what was keeping you going. The tight grip you had on his scalp made his dick rock solid as he couldn’t quite decide on if he’d rather taste you, or be inside of you. “Okay” he said shyly. He was totally winded but refused to stop making out with you for fear that you would get turned off and push him away.

His fingers still moved slowly but now he circled your area with more pressure as the feeling within you reached a point at which it could no longer build. It started like a single insignificant pebble on the side of a mountain that sets off the the other stones at the beginning of an avalanche. There was a plateau and your fingers relaxed and let go of his hair, such that Jisung thought he might have done something wrong. He stopped his ministrations and just pressed a single digit on the spot, and soon the cascading wave of pleasure hit you. Like a Rube Goldberg machine your body was set in motion; a series of flexes and relaxations. First your knees, then your hips, next your chest, then your hands and feet, and finally the slightly high pitched feathery moan that ended in a deeper diaphragm-based huff that came from your throat. Jisung pulled back just enough to hover over you without leaving enough space for the heat between your bodies to travel elsewhere. He looked closely at the snail’s pace rising and falling of your bosom. There were light particles of sweat on your neck and the sigh of relief you let out as you grabbed his wrist made him feel nervous and excited. “Close your eyes” you instructed, and he did so swiftly. You gripped his wrist and lifted it up without any sense of restraint from him. You took Jisung’s two soaked fingers and pressed them to his bottom lip. “Open your mouth.”

He once again did as told; opening his mouth, and letting you use his own fingers that were inside you not so long ago to press down on his taste buds. His eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he struggled to stay sane. Your motions mimicked his previous ones as you pushed his hand forward and backwards. Jisung sucked on his knuckles, feeling the rough pads of his two fingers sliding across his tongue savoring this moment of you on his palate. Every slight press towards the back of his mouth made him let out a sound you had never had the pleasure of hearing from him before. It was soft, and submissive, and utterly delightful to the ear. His long fluttery eyelashes weighing down his sharply pointed and heavily lidded eyes, his blotchy white and red knuckles going in and out past his puckering salmon-colored lips, his rosy hollowing cheeks that seemed to instinctually understand what you wanted to see.

“How’s it taste?” You teased, and his face continued to redden. As you pulled his hand from his mouth Jisung’s head followed a bit like a dog with a bone being taken directly from it’s jowls, and you could see the look of embarrassment he bore as you spoke. You couldn’t stop the sarcastic tone in your voice when addressing him “That good huh?”

Jisung smiled with a tinge of shame. Logically he knew there was no reason to feel vindicated when you were simply pointing out the obvious, but illogically his brain told him there was nothing but shame in unabashedly showing just how much he liked you. “Yes.” He said avoiding your gaze like you’d turn him to stone if he addressed you directly.

You sat up on the couch and Jisung did the same. “You’re a good boy” you chuckled, patting his head like a little golden retriever. You scratched his chin and gave him a little peck on the nose you had thought about sitting on so many times before. You jutted out your bottom lip tauntingly and pouted just to see his reaction.

He was still quite nervous but your playful teasing did actually help. “I’m not a dog.” He said swatting your hand away as you tried to reach behind his ear.

“Well then stop acting like a scared puppy.”

“I’m not scared…” he replied.

You leaned forward to push a strand of hair away from his face “If you’re not scared, then what are you?”

He kept his head down but looked up at you with an expression just north of concern. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled, clasping his hands together and placing them over the bulge in his jeans.

“You at least have to let me see what I’m working with…” You adjusted your posture and gently pushed Jisung’s shoulders until he was lying comfortably on his side of the couch. You watched as he swallowed harshly but layed back without much hesitation. You shimmied out of your bathrobe and let it drop onto the living room carpet. Jisung admired your beautifully confident face and your well proportioned body as you began to straddle his lap. You smiled warmly at him and placed a hand on the center of his chest using the other to make fluid pendulum like motions to steady his breathing. “It’s okay to be nervous” you said as genuinely as possible “there’s just no need to be scared.” He sucked in one cheek but looked at you happily with much less internal anguish. “I wouldn’t be sitting on your lap if I didn’t like you right.” You laughed.

“Right…”He said.

You lowered yourself onto Jisung’s lap, cupping his cheeks and leaning down to kiss him once again. He raised his head more confidently this time, stringing one arm around your waist and using the other to steady himself a bit. He tried his best to suppress the giddy feeling within him as you began to pepper kisses all across his face. With every peck you giggled right into his skin and he had to bite his lip to stop it from curling into a sheepish smile. Your hands trailed with a ghost like gentility over his biceps and forearms causing him to chuckle in a mix of general amusement and uncomfortable pleasure.

Jisung’s voice was phlegmy and gruff from holding back so many words and practically chocking on stifled moans. “That tickles.”

“Oh does it?” You teased. Running your fingers over different parts of his body for only seconds at a time, while watching him squirm made it that much easier to satisfy yourself while grinding against him.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the slight friction between textured cloth and smooth skin. It sent a current through each of your bodies that made it feel like a bubble of warmth had lodged itself into the base of your pelvis. The invisible tether that had pulled you towards him and bound you together in ecstasy made every heavy breath and drawn out nasal exhale synchronize itself in time. Like the steady rhythmic ticking of a metronome being replaced by the fluid human passion of a conductor waving their wand, your light riding motions transformed into an orchestra of sloppy kisses and rough manhandling. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you lifted it up with ease. Jisung straitened out his back for a moment, and helped you pull the white cotton garment off of his body. He had never looked more attractive to you. His hair was a mess in the front, his bangs sticking up in various directions. You followed the outline of each vein and muscle in his pale and tensed arm. His figure was lean and muscular in a way that you wouldn’t have known it was, had he not undressed himself in front of you. You couldn’t help but run your fingers down the deep-set curves of his shoulder blades and the angular divots of his collarbone. His chest was soft yet firm and you swore you could see his heart beating through his ribcage. You trailed a single finger down to his stomach, admiring the slight definition in the abs he made sure to never show off. His thighs were similarly lean and muscular and he seemed to have no trouble holding you up for an extended period of time. He unintentionally bucked his hips and bit his lip as you let your finger travel down to his belly button and stop just at the elastic hem of his checkered boxers. He threw his head back and inhaled sharply, doing his beast to contain himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as you placed a few kisses upon his pectoral muscles and caressed his arms. You knew it would only embarrass him further to come right out and shower him with all the compliments about his body you felt he deserved, so you opted to show how much you liked it through action instead…

The crescendo of sounds that spilled past Jisung’s lips was music to your ears. You licked your thumbs quickly like two postage stamps and wasted no time in teasing his nipples. The chorus of darling whines and pleading whimpers that erupted from him every time you so much as swiped your finger across them made your insides throb in anticipation. Your pussy ached, but Jisung was struggling harder (no pun intended), writhing under you like he was in sexual agony. Rocking your hips back and forth over his erection had him gripping the sides of the couch with such force that you thought he might tear them from the sheer amount of physical chastisement. He balled up a fist and placed a hand over his face for any kind of grounding contact that would stop him from arriving early. You could see and feel the ever-widening patch of wetness over the closure of his jeans from a mixture of your soaked panties and the precum leaking from his tip.

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand under your dress. His fingers trembled once they made contact with the underwire of your bra, inching slowly to touch the supple flesh underneath. It wasn’t a hard fight but he did fight a little, restraining his arm a bit in slight hesitation, a bid to stall the inevitable.

Jisung felt almost as if you were too beautiful, too good to touch. Almost… His hand cupped and kneaded your breast as you pressed it flush against you, allowing him to divulge himself in a small instance of selfish pleasure. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself a little too much you got up off of the couch to stand up and slip off your underwear. “Take your pants off.” You spoke flatly; stepping out of the lace material and leaving the physical evidence of your arousal on the floor.

Jisung cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “Okay-“ He began slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling at the metal tab of his zipper. “-but why am I the only one taking all my clothes off…” He gulped fearfully.

You cocked your head to the side and laughed as he looked at you wide-eyed and innocent, a slight air of confusion around him. “Because…” you said, swatting his hands away in a hurry and pulling his pants down yourself, (not even bothering to get them off past his ankles). “I’m horny and I don’t feel like it…”

The cold air hit Jisung’s legs all at once as the change in temperature made all the hairs on his body stand on edge. Unlike his snails-paced movements, you took little care in getting what you wanted. You had spoken so matter of factly and moved so quickly that he hadn’t even had time to fully register what you had said before you were already licking your pointer finger and swirling it over the wet slit of his penis. His dick was just about as pink and veiny and tensed up as his face and his chest began to rapidly rise and fall, heaving with restraint. He let out a dry desperate moan the was less sound than it was just air. He looked up at the ceiling with a dizzying sort of blankness in his eyes as he had to focus on the bright yellow lightbulb attached to the ceiling fan. His brain short-circuited like it had forgotten how to control his eyelids. He couldn’t decide whether to keep his eyes open or closed so they just blinked intermittently, tears starting to form in them. His retinas burned with the watery gooey film collecting in his tear ducts; the only protection against the ingrained halo of light he couldn’t help but stare into. “Please…” he chocked, a single tear streaming down his cheek “please…”

“Please what?” You said cluelessly. Smirking and rubbing small circles against the head of his throbbing cock.

His mind went black and he had forgotten how to speak. He didn’t even really know what he wanted anymore, he just knew he wanted you…

“Please what?” You repeated raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“Anything…” he whispered hoarsely (more out of necessity than intentionality).

“Hmm…” you pursed your lips and toyed with him for a few more seconds until you were content with the amount of salty tears streaming down his face.

He sniffled and scrunched his sleek alabaster nose as the whole of him shivered in response to your touch. He could feel the mucus building in his nostrils and throat as his body went into crises mode and his brain could no longer make the distinction between unwanted danger and welcomed dominance. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck… fu-“ was all he could really say.

The warm, wet, slick entrance of your cunt made every nerve that had the random misfortune yet veritable luck to be situated below the belt, spark up like frayed wires ready to electrocute anyone who dared touch them. A slew of incomprehensible gibberish and curse words dribbled out of his mouth spilling into the room like warm sun-soaked sand on a beach. The tip of his dick coated in your juices, slipped inside of you like it had always been made to fit there. Surrounded entirely by your warmth it twitched within you as you lowered yourself onto his lap again. Moving back and forth, and up and down with precision, your eyebrows knitted together as you felt his length enter you like a piston. Like a steel rod is hammered and welded into place he filled you; hot, and hard, and piercing. “Sit up.” You said curtly and out of breath.

Jisung being the obedient boy he was, sat up with perfect posture, rolling his shoulders back and eliminating his usual casual slouch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked at you like you were the only two people in existence. His eyelids were glassy from crying, and little streaks of dried tears adorned the sides of his face. His lips were lightly bruised with color and his face was sweaty. Overall he looked quite disheveled but his eyes… His eyes were shining and round. They twinkled like a galaxy full of stars, a look of adoration swirling within them. Dark brown and reflective, two round doe eyes stared back at you with a look that you could only describe as just so goddamn cute. His sweet pleading gaze was absolutely adorable. It was so innocent and pure seeming compared to the image of your swollen excited clit rubbing against his sizable veiny shaft.

Jisung pulled you close, letting the silky chiffon fabric of your slip dress collide with his chest. He thrusted into you slowly but surely, letting you take the lead and ride him. You wrapped your legs around him and plunged your lower half forward arching your back and running a hand through your hair. Jisung could barely handle the feeling of your bare ass rubbing against him as a mixture of various arousal fluids dripped down his cock and onto his aching balls. The space between his inner thighs felt hot and sticky and his toes practically curled as you used him like a tool to fuck yourself. “You feel so fucking good!” He whined shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut as if to try and convince himself that it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. In a voice that was so forlorn it almost made you feel bad for him… (almost) he cried “I can’t! Y/N I can’t!”

You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed away a few tears before licking your lips. “Just a little bit longer, a few more seconds okay…” you spoke softly “you’re doing so good Ji. I know you can get me there too.”

He tried to nod in response but instead Jisung just buried his head into your shoulder, placing sniveling tearful kisses into the crook of your neck. You were so close. You could feel the fire bubbling up inside, stoking the flames with every movement as you two held eachother. Jisung gripped your ass, his large hands dwarfing every part of your body they clasped. You could feel your hole getting tighter and tighter and Jisung could feel your pussy tensing up and squeezing his cock. Again you felt it, you sensed it, the little pebble at the top of the mountain that threatens to break it all… It rolled and rolled before colliding with the boulder. You cradled Jisung’s head against your shoulder and whispered in his ear. “I want you to cum inside me.” You said, and now came the avalanche.

The rush that was building inside of you had finally reached its breaking point. Your body temperature started to rise enough to make a thermometer explode. You could feel Jisung’s gravelly moans and harsh grunts accompanying the white hot liquid he shot into you that threatened to spill out like sweet jarred honey. Trembling and weak he tried his best to keep himself inside of you, thrusting upwards as his mind went blank and he twitched and shivered just enough to make you drown in absolute satisfaction. You dug your nails into his shoulders and trapped him against the hold of your thighs as you moaned, feeling your body release a worlds worth of tension.

Though you were exasperated and panting you took the time to kiss Jisung’s shoulder and stroke the back of his head affectionately. “You did good.” Carefully, you lifted yourself off of him and stood up to stretch a bit.

Jisung laid back, one arm splayed over the side of the couch like a cadaver, naked body and empty mind unable to properly function. He couldn’t really bring himself to move so he just turned his head to the side lazily and then back up to look at you. “TV’s still on…” he mumbled.

How he managed to make you laugh so often you had no idea but his totally fucked out expression was priceless. “I’ll be right back.” You said laughing and exiting the room.

You returned a few minutes later with a warm damp wash cloth and a fresh change of his clothes. You knelt down beside the couch where Jisung lay his head and planted a small kiss on his lips before using the cloth to wipe away his tears. You cleaned up his thighs of any sticky cum leftover on his body and placed a small stack of a neatly folded sweatsuit and a pair of boxers on his stomach. “Get changed”.

“Okay.”

It took him a minute to get his bearings but Jisung eventually stood up and got changed. You snickered to yourself watching him clumsily step into his sweatpants you had grabbed for him, trying to sus out of this was his regular amount of clumsiness or a post nut induced sort of clumsiness.

“I’m making myself a cup of tea you want one?” You asked standing on your tiptoes to grab your roommate’s favorite mug off of one of the kitchen shelves (you were going to make him the tea anyways).

“Uhh sure.” He said. “Hey how do you know where I keep my underwear?” He asked. Scooping up all the discarded clothes on the floor and taking them to the hamper before joining you in the kitchen.

Jisung took a step back when he saw the devilish grin on your face and heard the sweet innocent giggle laced with mischief in your voice…

[moookar]

arthur and john reading poetry in a garden, for the painting asks???? i know it would be lovely in your style <3333

I put them in a park in early fall because I’m SO ready for summer to be over. Arthur remaining blind even after separation has a very special place in my heart

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The General's Daughter

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