#Time hovering makes Warriors nervous

[nancyheart11]

Time and Warriors!

"looks like someone didn't sleep well last night."

"shut up."

" . . ."

" I told you, I'll be fine second watch isn't even a big deal, and honestly with you around something would have to be extremely foolhardy to mess with us "

[hhnguyen]

life of a traitor

I’m really sorry if this one seemed a bit messy, because I was trying to convey the feelings from multiple POV’s at the same time instead of just one. ps. i will drown in the Lo’ak x Tsireya ship. My OTP for life. 

♢ Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Oldest daughter!Reader, Lo’ak x Tsireya, Dad!Jake Sully x Lo’ak

♢ Word count: 4k 

♢ Genre: angst, family comfort - Warnings: cursing, Jake being a bad dad for once but we still love him 

⌲ Description: “You have shamed this family.” Words hurt and they sting. Yet you make sure your dad gets to feel that very pain in the wake of Lo’ak’s return. 

M A S T E R L I S T

“The Sully boy has been found!”

“The oldest is with him! They’re both back!”

You were holding your breath, you realized, as the village got closer. The lit-up lanterns that seemed like mere specks of stars in the night from a distance not long ago now seemingly looming over you with intimidation for what was to come. Both of you were perched on the backs of the Metkayina warrior's mounts that had spotted the two swimming back into the reefs after sending the tulkun off. 

And with Atanzaw flying above your heads, shining in the dark with his bioluminescent marks, it was an easy spotting as an uproar had started. 

Your brother reached the dock first, thanking the one who helped as you followed up shortly after doing the same. 

As if as one, both yours and Lo’ak’s gaze locked onto Ao’nung standing at the very front beside his parents. He was silent, though you didn’t know if that was due to the aftermath of his scolding or guilt for nearly killing your brother.

For his sake, it better had been the latter. 

You merely stood back as Lo’ak was ready to pounce on the boy himself until your dad quickly intervened with raised hands of peace, and you could not stop the disappointed roll of your eyes. 

“Hey…” Jake was trying to make eye contact with him, but sensing how his youngest son was too busy death glaring at the Olo’eyktan’s heir it was a futile try. “Let’s have a look at you.”

“He’s fine, he’s fine. Just a few scratches,” your dad declared, obviously nervous and trying to appear calm. 

“Define fine,” you muttered, not bothering to be too discreet and catching both the eyes of Tonowari and Jake. 

Your mother was next, as she threw herself down on the lower ledge and grabbed Lo’ak by his shoulders, nails probably digging in uncomfortably for a short moment. There was clear distress for her child on her face, but also the aggravation of him getting into trouble again. A very familiar combination when it came to your baby brother, admittedly. 

You still made sure to be closer to him as you stepped up, shoulders just barely brushing your dad’s arm in passing and hovering a mere few inches behind. A silent shield to be used if needed. 

“I pray for the strength that I will not rip the eyeballs out of my youngest son!” She growled with a frustrated grab at his face - Lo’ak did nothing but lean away, face stone cold in all the chaos. 

His indifference was worrying you as you reached out to subtly hook your little pinky around his own. An action that only the two of you and Kiri could do with your extra fingers. His body didn’t reveal anything besides the slight twitch at the touch, but he didn’t pull away, and you took it as a good sign. 

For now. 

“No. My son knows better than to take him outside of the reef,” Tonowari pushed Ao’nung down to his knees by the back of his neck, a sight that gave you immense satisfaction as your lips curled up into a small smirk. “The blame is his.”

Your father was trying his best to de-escalate the situation, you knew that. And although you had a lot to say, things were going smoothly at this point, so they were held back. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Jake accepted it, urging Lo’ak to get a move on and you started to follow until the next words made you freeze in shock. 

“No. This is not Ao’nung’s fault. This was my idea.”

What the fuck was he doing?

Stupid, stupid boy!

Your heart was starting to pump, the disbelief at that flat-out lie from Lo’ak not making it any better. And you made sure to voice it. 

“Lo’ak!” Your hiss was hardly low in volume, or gentle in its approach. It was a harsh, aggressive sound that made several people look as you grabbed your youngest brother’s arm and pulled him to you. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

You were pretty sure your nails were digging into his skin much more painfully than your mom’s did. 

But as the idiot that he was, he wrenched away from you and continued on as if you hadn’t spoken. “Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it. Really.”

Lie, lie, lies!

The word thundered in your head as you pinched your eyes shut with a rigid sigh. Your parents had so clearly lost their patience as your dad went up first, your mom grabbing Lo’ak either in anger or confusion. “Lo’ak!”

You weren’t sure of anything, to be honest. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally finished. 

“Come on,” Jake’s voice was sternly laced with exhaustion as you both followed him.  “I got this one.”

How many times hadn’t you heard that sentence? 

There was a tense moment of silence as your family walked away, but Tuk was absent you noticed. Which was a good thing in itself, supposedly. She didn’t need to see this ugly side of your family so young - there were certain moments for learning, whereas others would just create minimal trauma. Just like now. 

“Dad, you told me to make friends with these kids, that was what I was trying to do-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

You cautiously straightened up at the apparent held-back anger and glanced at your mom, hoping she might help to diffuse the situation. But her glare was still firmly settled on Lo’ak, as you licked your lips anxiously. 

This situation was not reached its peak yet, the comprehension of the current mood washing over you. 

“Dad…”

“You brought shame to this family.”

It felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs and stones beings violently shoved in their stead, eyes widening at the horrible words your dad…no, Jake Sully just blatantly said to your brother. 

Because this was not the dad that you knew. 

How could he? 

Saying such words when Lo’ak was already struggling with himself. 

Couldn’t they see that? 

It was so clear, your confusion nearly befuddled you enough, but not quite.

Because your anger was there. Simmering, boiling - ready to erupt at any moment - because this wasn’t fair.

Your baby brother was being so strong. 

Oh, how his expression squeezed your heart almost painfully. The way his shoulders just only drooped before straightening back up and fists clenching as his cold mask slipped back over the hurt that had been there only for a single second. 

“Can I go now?”

Don’t go. Please, don’t go. 

“Any more trouble I’ll tie a knot in your tail, you read me?”

Stop.

“Yes sir.”

Just fucking stop.  

With a flick of his eyes, your dad dismissed Lo’ak like he was one of his soldiers, and as you tried to reach out for him, your baby brother ignored you with a visible lean away. 

An action that hurt you more than you realized until now. 

“Where were you?” Your mom spoke for the first time, turning to Neteyam. 

Someone that had nothing to do with this whole fiasco. 

“Yeah, what happened to keep an eye on your brother?” 

You spoke before he could. “Where were you?”

Both of your parents turned to look, identical frowns on their faces as they stared you down at your tone. But you would not budge at their intimidation. 

“Excuse me?”

“How could you?” 

“Y/N this is not the time for one of your tirades again.”

The disbelieving laugh that you let out was so out of character that even Kiri’s eyes widened warily. 

Your sister was someone who often silently observed those around you. And she knew that at this point there was no going back. You were clearly losing it. 

“Y/N…” Your mom noticed the same, sensing the seams of your sensibility started to fray at the edges as you and Jake were locked in a stare-down. 

You grinned widely, all teeth on show as your arms spread to the side. “You know what? Thank you for suggesting that dad! I would love to actually!”

Tirades were your favorite part time after all. 

His eyes narrowed dangerously, a finger hovering in the air as Jake hissed in a breath before muttering out harshly - his eyes flickering to the curious audience gathering at your volume. “Watch yourself, young lady.” 

“Why?” Your reply was all but spat out. “Are you embarrassed? Ashamed perhaps?”

“Y/N, you do not speak to your father like that!” Your mom’s voice snapped up, gaze hard with a hint of surprise which you assumed was due to your attitude. 

Admittedly a side that you had never shown before. Or at least managed to hold back in tense moments. 

“Why the hell not?!” your words were met by the gasps of Kiri and Neteyam at the audacity, but they were easily ignored as you whirled to look at your father. 

He had his lips peeled back in a mid-snarl, his animalistic side coming out to warn you of the hierarchy in this family.

“You always speak to us like that! Whenever your emotions are too much to handle and you lash out at us. You say it’s our fault all disguised under your excuse of being a worried parent!”

“Lo’ak is fourteen, dad!” Making sure you had his attention you stepped closer. “Four-teen. He’s fourteen and already thinks he’s a fucking failure - and do you wanna know why that is?” there was no pause in your words as you threw them at his face. “Because of you.”

“You do not get to talk to me this way, Y/N,” Jake was clenching his jaw to the point he was sure his teeth would shatter. “I am your father-”

“-what father tells their child they’re ashamed of them?” You offered him a bitter smile. “The one I know sure as hell doesn’t.”

“Your brother made his choice. These are the consequences that follow-” your dad was having a hard time holding back with the way his voice raised mid-sentence before forcefully stopping himself and releasing a breath. “-that follow along with his actions. I am trying to teach him a lesson.”

“Did you ask him?”

“What?”

“Did. You. Ask. Him?”

Jake sighed in frustration, his hands coming up to grasp at empty air. “What are you talking about?” 

“Did you even bother to ask your son whose fault this really was?” you weren’t interested in hearing his answer. “Do you even know your son? Because I do, and do you wanna know why again? Because I damn well pay attention!”

The laugh coming out of your dad made chills appear on your skin, but you were already far too deep in to turn back. Things were already fucked up, then why not cross the line a little more. 

“Okay then, you little smartass. Are you telling me I don’t care about my own kid?”

He thought he had you there.

 “Caring and knowing are two very different things.” This time you were the one who had him. Shutting down his own retort. 

“You say you love us. You say you care for us. But also that we worry you, and that we disappoint you. Fine - that’s fine dad. But you don’t get to say that we have shamed you.”

For once during this entire duration, you hesitated. 

Your next words were waiting on the tip of your tongue, heavy and loaded - something you didn’t want to say, but a part of you needed to let them out. To let your dad, or even Jake Sully, the former marine soldier hear them to his face from someone close to him.

To feel the same stabbing pain that Lo’ak most certainly did earlier. 

Your aggressive protectiveness came victorious. 

So you let them loose. 

“You don’t get to say that; because we’re not the ones who betrayed an entire race to be where we are.”

Jake stumbled back in shock as if those very words had shot him right in the chest and he couldn’t stop them. Stop the truth that they were covered in. 

It was like a pin dropped in the heavy silence that followed between the loose circle your family stood in. Your mother for the first time in her life since giving birth to you hissed in protectiveness over her mate - at her own daughter - your brother sprung to your side and twisted you away with a snarl of your name, in warning, not scolding. Whereas Kiri remained still, eerie gaze never leaving you.

However, you weren’t done. 

“Hurts doesn’t it?” your voice croaked as Jake’s eyes slowly raised to meet yours. “Words.”

You left without saying anything else.

+

Warm. Gentle. Comforting and so loving.

Tsireya’s hold on his hands was always a welcoming feeling. 

Her touch seemed to ground him more than he sometimes realized. A feeling that was unfamiliar to him mostly, and one that always reminded him of you. 

But right now, with the two of them sitting on a boulder on the edge of a patchy space of grass and gazing out into the star covered night together, it was a touch that calmed the stabbing hurt from earlier and made the night all more bearable. 

Lo’ak had no idea how many hours that passed since the chaos that had ensued after returning with you. His hearing basically stopped working after his dad’s true feelings had slapped him in the face with their words - that stung more than an actual slap would have. 

He would have rather taken that slap. 

“Are you okay?” Tsireya’s voice was soft and light, so sweet in its tone that he couldn’t even stop the small smile on his face after the tumultuous day. 

“I will be,” he admitted honestly. He would always be somewhat okay after a few days, that was the truth. 

The real question was if he would ever heal from it. That one he wasn’t so sure about. 

Lo’ak might not have been mistreated or even abused by his family. A minimum that was expected for a happy life. Because in a certain perspective, he was fortunate in the life that he did have. 

Two caring, protective parents. 

Four loving siblings. 

A grandmother for Tsahik. 

And a home. Kind off. 

Then why didn’t he feel fortunate?

“You can always rely on me, you know that right?” 

Eywa. How beautiful her large eyes looked staring up at him from her place, where her head was previously leaned on his shoulder. 

They were sparkling, he swore. The aquamarine color of them stood out even more in the darkness surrounding them. The bioluminescent lights of nature surrounding them made her all the more ethereal in his gaze.

So large and so loving and caring in the way they always looked at him. 

And not for the first time, Lo’ak found his own gaze wavering - flickering down lower on her face and to her lips, which were adorably pulled down in a slightly concerned pout for him. 

They might be young, just fourteen-year-old kids still growing. But he wasn’t stupid or ignorant at his age. He was well versed in romantic feelings and commitment to your partners, and how to cherish each other if the right one ever did appear. 

And his dad made good on his promise to teach them all about teenage hormones and urges, and how to control them in a respectful manner. To know when it was too early to start exploring what he wanted or not. 

Lo’ak wanted to kiss her. He knew that. It wasn’t a secret. 

But it was too early. And in the aftermath of his falling out with his parents, it seemed too…raw. 

He didn’t want to use someone he was growing to care more for each day as a way of making himself feel better. 

And Tsireya deserved better, being the kindhearted person she was. And he wasn’t quite there to give it to her yet. 

But one day, he hoped he would be. 

“Thank you,” was all he managed to say in reply offering a small tug of his lips as she stared at him for a moment longer before turning away, the clear tell of redness on the tip of her ears as she realized their proximity for the first time. 

He didn’t see a reason to tease her about it, not wanting to break the serenity that they were currently in. It was somewhat possible to block everything that happened. 

He did say somewhat. 

The rustling of bushes becoming louder made both of them straighten up and turn back, only to see Jake coming closer in a slow yet determined stride. 

Lo’ak felt his heart starting to beat faster, a sudden change from the steady calm it had managed to find in the last couple of hours. 

The reality was catching up to him again at the appearance of his father. 

Tsireya turned to look at him with her concerned wide eyes again, he didn’t manage to answer her before his dad had reached them - but Lo’ak didn’t expect to notice the nervous fiddle of his hands as Jake stopped only a few feet away. 

“Hey kids-” his pause was out of character. “Do you mind if I speak to my son a bit, Tsireya?”

As if Lo’ak couldn’t fall for the girl more than he already did. Because instead of letting the presence of his father and Toruk Makto completely intimidate her, she turned to him first; Silently asking if he wanted her to leave. 

Jake seemed to be surprised himself, although pleasantly so. He has been so used to everyone outside of his family doing most things at his beck and call, both as a clan leader and war hero. He had clearly underestimated the relationship between the two young teens in front of him. 

Tsireya stood to leave quickly at the assuring nod of Lo’ak, before parting with a polite smile in Jake’s direction and going back to the village with one last look over her shoulder. 

There was a moment of complete stillness before Jake came and sat down on the space previously occupied next to Lo’ak. The boy didn’t even bother to acknowledge his father, simply staring out at the lapping water, shoulders hunched over. 

His two braids on the side of his face felt like the only shield to cover him as he let them hang, avoiding eye contact firmly. 

Jake let out a heavy sigh, having already expected the cold behavior of his youngest son. 

He didn’t blame him either. 

He had acted like a grade-A asshole, with the biggest A to exist in the universe. And towards his own child too. 

Jake Sully has never claimed parenthood to be easy in any way. It was a hard, taxing journey that he obviously was still trying to learn from. It was a road that never stopped no matter how old his kids got. He would always be a father, but he’s admittedly been a shit one as of late. 

And that wasn’t only according to you. 

Your words had hurt. Like a damn punch to his face. Or ten. 

That was true - Neytiri knew it too. And that made him think and regret. If those words stung him as they did, how much had he hurt his own kid by saying something he didn’t even mean?

Not really at least. 

Jake had been angry at the moment. Pissed off, to be honest. But it was also the overwhelming worry of his kid’s disappearance that made him act out. But it was no excuse for anything he had said.

You were still avoiding him. Well, ignoring is more like it. Which was even worse. Besides your siblings, you were actively shutting out the presence of both him and Neytiri despite their tries in the last few hours to speak. 

Kiri was the one to voice out your thoughts. “She won’t speak unless Lo’ak forgives you first.”

Was it strange that Jake was still proud of you? You owned the same pride he did as a young marine and his first moments on Pandora. 

An unyielding pride that often got him in trouble. 

But for you, it was a pride that protected your siblings even against your own parents. 

“You know, sometimes I think you deserve a better dad.”

Lo’ak didn’t reply, but the shift in his body assured Jake that he was paying attention. 

“I never wanted kids. Never even thought of having them until I met your mother. The world was already shitty enough as it was, so I didn’t see a point in bringing new life into it. And after my injury, that thought cemented.”

“Well, I’m sorry for ending up being your kid,” his low mutter was an inner thought not ever planning to see the light of day. Especially in front of the man himself. But he couldn’t stop himself. 

Jake let out a shuddering breath, finally realizing how deep this…trauma his youngest son was experiencing. And you had been right again; it was all his fault. 

“No, no Lo’ak,” moving closer, his son didn’t resist as he gently grabbed the back of his nape to push their foreheads together. 

Despite his bitter words, his body still relaxed at the comforting feeling. Because it was obvious - even after everything, he still loved his dad. Still craved the comforts of his protective touches, and his overpowering hugs that were rare but much needed whenever offered. 

“I’m sorry, son,” Jake whispered, eyes clenched shut and voice wavering with tears. “I have not been the father you needed since the war started, I know that now. I will try to improve, and I can’t promise I won’t fuck up further in the coming days, but I will never not love you.”

“Dad…”

Lo’ak wanted to cry. 

And in the protective embrace of his dad, he did. He let those long held tears flow loose, dripping down his cheeks and starting to obscure his vision as his breath started to heave at the force of it all. 

“What I said wasn’t true. I am proud of the man you’re starting to grow into, and you have never shamed this family. I am the one who should be ashamed, never you.” 

“I-I am sorry-”

“Stop saying sorry,” Jake demanded pulling his son closer. “Your sister was right. My burdens should not fall on your shoulders. You’re still young and deserve to be a child, not a soldier. So I am sorry.”

Pressing his lips against the crown on his youngest boy’s head, Jake only held him as his silent tears turned into soft sobs. All the pain and hurt that he had bottled up because of him, finally being lifted off his young shoulders that should have never been born them to begin with. 

“Will you ever forgive your old man of his faults?” His dad asked after several minutes he finished crying, his deep voice hoarse with nerves. 

Lo’ak had no idea how long his meltdown lasted, only letting out everything in the presence of his dad without restraint until he had no more tears left. It could have been five minutes or ten. Who knew at this point? 

“You’re my dad…” he had whispered in return. “I will always forgive you.”

There was a thankful smile on Jake’s face, wrinkles crinkling in the corners of his wet eyes. “Then you’re a far better person than I have ever been. Thank you.”

He swallowed, and for the first time in a while, his next words had never been more genuine than at this moment. 

“I love you, dad.”

There was a firm, warm squeeze around his body at hearing that. 

“God, I love you too, kiddo. So much you don’t even know.”

Maybe he’d been mistaken after all. 

Lo’ak doubted this would be the end of their turmoils because life came with them. It was just how it was; parents get angry at their kids, siblings get angry at each other and vice versa. 

It was expected, but at least from now on he would be assured of his parents’ love for him, and their presence would be constant and there whenever he would need them despite their own faults as people.

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Flowers and Deities continue!

"Yeah," Warriors admitted freely. He shifted on the ground and saw Twilight twitch toward him. Hyrule confirmed that the moblin's club had fractured bone, and even sitting on his blanket was painful. If Twilight wasn't so busy hovering over Time, Warriors knew without a doubt that he would be hovering over him. Instead, Wind frowned at him and started digging through Warriors's bag for who knew what. "The Fierce Deity made me nervous as hell. Mask hid the mask from me for weeks after the first time I saw him put him on. I was ready to break it in two."

"Because that sounds smart," Legend said, but he wasn't looking at Warriors. He was looking at Time's bag. Warriors had no doubt that the vet was itching to investigate such a magical item.

"I didn't care if it was smart," Warriors said with a shrug. "I was terrified that Mask was going to put on the mask one day and the Deity would refuse to let him go. Or it would grow bored of the enemies on the battlefield and turn on my soldiers instead."

The only thing scarier than the Fierce Deity turning its sword on Warriors's soldiers was the possibility of Warriors needing to raise his own blade in turn. He couldn't imagine it. He had tried, and he failed every time.

"Wind braiding some flowers into its hair helped. It made it harder to be afraid of it when it would show up with purple flowers in its hair."

Wind scoffed at him, but Warriors saw him preening. He offered Warriors another pillow and didn't stop shoving it at him until Sky helped Warriors better adjust his position.

Time was still sleeping off wearing the mask, not as young as he used to be. Warriors wouldn't mind staying at their new camp for another day. Trying to resume walking in the morning sounded like a nightmare.

"Is that why you called Time 'Mask'?" Sky asked. He took one of the blankets Wind had pulled out and tucked it around Warriors's shoulders. Warriors had lost more blood than he had thought, and it left him chilled. Since Twilight couldn't fuss over him, Warriors thought wryly, he supposed the duty fell to Sky.

"Part of it," Warriors agreed. He accepted the bowl of soup Wild offered him with a smile. He had watched the younger man make it, frowning heavily and making a thick broth from fresh bones. While Warriors hadn't had a chance to see his wounds and the resulting mess, the rest of the chain had. Based on the stains on his clothes, there had been a definite pool of blood.

Wild carried a bowl of soup in each hand and sat beside Twilight. Twilight paused from where he was checking on Time to gratefully accept a bowl. Wild grinned at him and then turned to the group. "I found a mask like that during my adventure. It had power to it, but nothing like..." He held his bowl with one hand and waved vaguely with the other. Twilight watched the soup splash in the bowl with clear trepidation.

"I'm used to powerful spirits," Twilight said, reaching up and steadying Wild's bowl, "but I never want to see that again."

Fear lingered in his eyes. Warriors smiled in sympathy at him. He understood.

It wasn't just the flowers and braid, but Warriors never felt comfortable talking about the war. No one would judge him. Everyone kept their own tales tucked behind their tongues. Remembering his own trauma was bad enough, but remembering Mask's and Tune's? How they had barely recovered from their latest adventures before they were dumped in a war?

Warriors remembered the battle, the moment, which had been the turning point with Fierce Deity. It was certainly not a story he ever planned to share, no matter how much he loved and trusted his brothers.

The battle had been awful. It had been late in the war, and whatever sanity remained in Cia's corrupted heart was falling apart. Ganondorf wasn't completely freed from his prisons, but he was free enough. Warriors remembered desperately loving his boys and just as desperately wishing the Goddesses would return them to their own times. They had seen enough, suffered enough.

Warriors didn't remember the blow which dropped him. He just remembered that it didn't hurt. He just remembered how Tune had seen him and screamed.

Things blurred after that. The shock of the wound and the blood loss, Impa told him later. Warriors never forgot the important things, though, like how gently the Fierce Deity had carried him off the battlefield, how Warriors's blood had stained them both, how the Fierce Deity had cradled him to its chest like Warriors was a child.

How the Fierce Deity had walked so carefully, letting Tune's short legs keep pace with them.

That was the moment when Warriors decided to trust him, and the Fierce Deity had never let him down.

That was certainly not a tale Warriors ever planned on sharing, though. "You should have seen the Deity sit while Wind braided his hair," he said. "It was weirdly adorable."

Wind preened while the rest of the chain stared at Warriors like he was insane. He only smiled back and started sipping his soup.

Warriors would also never share how he still had some of Tune's unused violets tucked in his journal. Some things were for him alone.

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All Loose

female!reader x Bat boys word count: 4,081

this was requested by an anon! i hope its not too bad, since this took a while to squeeze out because of some weird moods for angst i've been having, but i hope you all enjoy regardless <3 might have to be limiting on smut requests, it takes a while to get these out lmao

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD! 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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It was a typical night at Rita's to be completely honest. Just chilling at the bar, watching as others got dragged into dances, throwing back shots, and scanning the crowd to see if there was anyone good enough to go talk to. Or at least looked more interesting than the others and usual customers. It'd been almost an hour since I gave up on finding someone good enough looking to take home with me, or go home with. It was still early in the night, but most people were here already. The sky outside was almost completely dark.

I leaned back into my chair more, scanning the fae dancing. The door to Rita's opened and I looked over curiously, sipping on my bourbon a bit. A golden haired female came in, dressed nicely in red which made her look gorgeous, but the males who entered after her took my eye almost immediately.

They all had black hair and a tan skin tone. The first to enter had violet eyes, and was dressed in finery even I wondered what the hell it cost. A brutish looking Illyrian warrior was next, two red stones glowing lightly on the back of his hands and his wings intimidatingly dark. The third to follow after everyone was also Illyrian, though I noticed quickly that swirls of darkness were floating around him, settling around his shoulders, twisting around his wings and just hovering in the air near him as well.

All, however, looked insanely good looking. I swallowed, throwing back the rest of my bourbon as I tried to mask the flash of heat that had shot through me as the violet-eyed one caught my eyes. Fucking hell, I swore.

Then quickly realized something as I saw a small dagger sheathe on the shadow Illyrian's thigh.

The violet-eyed one was probably Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court, and the damned two warriors next to him were Cassian, general of the armies and Azriel, the spymaster. Why the hell did they catch my eye? Why Y/N? Just why?

I turned back to the bar, ordering a red wine, and tried to ignore the males behind me.

As the bartender came back with my wine, I jumped at a soft, sultry voice to my left. "Could I please get that bourbon?" The High Lord, beside me, pointed to something on the list covering the higher end of the wall across the counter.

He took a seat beside me. The other two warriors, the brutish one, Cassian, sat next to me and Azriel took his other side. I sipped my wine, swallowing quickly. I'd been going pretty light on alcohol all night, drinking a lot of water. But at this moment, I was regretting that. I seriously needed to be completely knock-me-on-my-ass drunk to deal with three extremely good-looking males who happened to be apart of the Inner Circle who had sat themselves right beside me. I glanced down at what I was wearing. A nicer dress I owned. This one had a low neckline.

"Hello darling, how are you doing tonight?" Rhysand asked beside me, his fingers making a slight contact with my hand that lay on the counter.

I swallowed, nervous, but responded in kind. "Doing just fine, and yourself?"

"I'm doing well." A beat passed. "You here alone?"

I nodded. "I find it easier to talk to people when my obnoxious friends aren't cataloguing everyone I talk to and trying to find out which ones are worth my time."

The general chuckled beside me. "Sounds to me like you might need some new friends."

I scoffed. "Nah, they're not too bad," I amended.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Cassian questioned, nudging me slightly with his shoulder.

I smirked into my wine. "Y/N, and yours?"

"Cassian. Say- could I buy your next drink?" The warrior asked.

I smiled faintly. "Yeah I suppose I could go for another I suppose."

Rhysand chuckled lowly beside me. "Cass, your beating me at my own game."

"Snooze you lose brother," Cassian retorted.

Azriel leaned onto the counter, smirking at me. "I'm here too idiots. We all saw the beautiful female and came running. But I'll be the first to ask her to a dance."

"Perhaps you could all have a turn," I suggested. "Could be fun. I'll dance, as long as you don't mind me being a clumsy idiot."

Azriel smirked. "I'd catch you angel, even if you are falling for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Smooth pun, smooth."

The Illyrian stood gracefully, and offered out a hand. "Take your drink, Cassian can have his fun after me," Azriel said. I grinned and picked up my wine glass and meeting both Cassian's and Rhysand's eyes for a split moment before Azriel whisked me away into the dancing.

Azriel was smooth, keeping me up even as I tripped. I got more and more tipsy with each spin of the music. I tipped my head back to drink the rest of my wine and met Azriel's eyes with a smirk. We'd been dancing for probably around 30 minutes.

"Time to give your friends a bit of attention handsome," I said.

"I suppose they do deserve a turn at your stunning beauty. Are you sure I can't hog you all to myself? We could have fun," he said suggestively.

I rolled my eyes. "Give them a chance to seduce me too Azzy. Like I said... you could take turns."

Azriel dipped me one last time, whispering in my ear. "As long as you get down on your pretty little knees for me."

I could barely breathe as he brought me up. Goddamn he was hot. I could always just go with Azriel... but if I could... I would rather have more than one tonight. I typically ended up with a pair of males, or a male and female, but they rarely knew each other. But, when they did know each other, it was at least ten times better. Whether couples, or some relaxed family... they just moved so seamlessly with each other.

Cassian had stood up to meet me as I wandered over, shaking my head clear of a bit of the dizziness.

"You alright sweetheart? Or did Az spin you too much?" He teased.

I rolled my eyes. "You try being spun like a doll with a shit ton of alcohol in your system," I retorted.

Azriel laughed. "I was wondering where the fiery part of you was."

"Oh it's there," I chuckled. "I just didn't want to scare off you pretty males before catching you in my net."

"Oh you caught us as soon as we walked in the door," Rhysand assured. "So now its our turn to catch you darling."

I rolled my eyes, sitting down between the two males again.

"What would you like to drink beautiful?" Cassian asked, putting a hand around my shoulder as he leaned over.

"Get me a margarita. I'm wanting something fruity. Get me all loose."

"Gotcha."

Cassian moved to order for me as Rhys leaned in closer to talk into my ear. I shivered as his warm breath made contact with my outer ear, making me buzz with energy. "I'll get you all loose darling."

I blushed, lowering my face to hide in my arms. "You idiot," I groaned.

"Aww, are you embarrassed?" Rhys teased with a cocky smile.

I lifted my head. "Yes, I am. What did you expect with that comment High Lord?"

Rhys chuckled, the tone deep. "You want to come back to my place then? I'll make good on my promise."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure you will. But I'm rather enjoying this. And I already promised Azriel you can take turns. So be patient. Lest you finish too quick off the mark."

The High Lord tipped his head back and laughed. Cassian turned back with a cocky smile as well, handing me my margarita. Assumingly, he'd heard most of that conversation.

"I'll prove to you darling, I can indeed hold myself back," Rhys answered, grinning.

Cassian chuckled. "Yeah sure you will Rhys. Poor lady won't even be close when you finish."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "As if you're any better Cass."

I sipped my drink, raising a brow in amusement as they continued bickering. I met Azriel's eyes with a little smirk.

The shadowsinger rolled his eyes. "Bickering fools," he commented.

I spoke loud enough for Rhys and Cassian to hear me over their own voices. "Just for this, Azriel gets first dibs."

They paused immediately, looking at me with shocked faces.

"What?" I asked, chuckling. "You two keep arguing. Azriel is sitting there all perfect looking and handsome."

Rhys scoffed. "I call next."

Cassian immediately barked in protest.

I laughed. "Let me finish this drink Cassian so graciously bought for me and then we can go. But you two keep arguing, it's entertaining."

They stopped arguing after that, as if the thought of them bickering being entertaining was so utterly wrong that they just came to an agree-to-disagree vantage point silently.

I'll admit, I took longer than necessary to finish my drink, enjoying seeing the males glance over at my glass in anticipation.

When I finally tipped back the last drops, I let out a satisfied sigh.

"Alright, you all want to show me what you got?" I prompted.

Immediately, they all stood. I laughed. Rhys smirked and offered out a hand to me.

I took it. Cassian took Rhys's other hand, while Azriel held Cassian's.

I felt that familar whir of winnowing, and then we stood in an empty bedroom Cauldron knows where. I rolled my eyes and faced them down. Then I met Azriel's eyes and marched forward, moving my hands up his chest to his shoulders and the back of his neck as I moved in to kiss him.

He leaned forward immediately, hands going to my waist to pull me closer. I groaned, opening up for him immediately as he licked my bottom lip.

Our tongues clashed together, but I eagerly let him explore my mouth all he wants. When he pulled back, he simply smirked and pecked my lips and then started to move down my jaw to my neck. I gasped at the first nip of his teeth, looking around the room.

Rhys came up from the side, leaning over to kiss me as well with a hand on my chin to lift it while Azriel sucked a mark into the base of my neck.

Cassian's hands trailed up my back and I groaned appreciatively.

When I pulled away from Rhys, I was panting hard. "Goddamn," I groaned when Azriel licked up the side of my neck, pausing at my pulse point.

Azriel's hands moved up my sides, pausing. His thumbs nudged at my breasts and my breath caught as I was forced to meet Rhys' eyes.

"Look at you, you already looked so fucked out," The High Lord crooned, rubbing his thumb along my swollen lips before kissing me again.

Azriel's hands moved to my shoulder straps.

I gasped, pulling away from Rhys. I felt Cassian unzipping my dress from the back, drawing the zipper all the way down to where it stopped at the small of my back.

Azriel pulled away, admiring his work as he pulled the shoulder straps off, letting the dress drop to the floor.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I'd normally forgo undergarments when I went to Rita's, and I could tell these males were very appreciative of that fact as they all appraised my body.

"Well? Aren't you all going to get undressed?" I asked, cocking a brow in a challenge.

Rhys snapped his fingers, and suddenly, he was in nothing but his under shorts, and I could see a very obvious bulge.

Azriel reached behind him, undoing some strap around his wings before tearing off his own shirt. I whistled as I beheld the muscle on them. Warriors, I thought, were fucking hot. So strong.

I traced my hand down Azriel's pectoral, snagging my thumb on his nipple just to hear his breath hitch. I grinned wildly.

"Get this off," I demanded as I grabbed his belt.

He smirked, quickly leaning down and undoing his boots and taking off his pants until he too, was only in his undershorts.

Cassian turned me so I could see all three of them. All three strong, impossibly sexy warriors.

"Fuck," I swore as I beheld every bit of them. I moved toward Rhys, unable to help myself. I leaned my head back to kiss him. He let me openly, placing his hands on my shoulders. I skillfully moved a hand between our bodies and cupped his bulge. He groaned into the kiss, pulling back to pant as I continued. When he started panting heavier, I pulled away and turned to Cassian.

I pulled at the hem of his undershorts, dipping into them to grab a hold of his erection. He moaned, leaning to seal a crushing kiss between us. I felt hands wander to my ass, grabbing two handfuls and squeezing. I groaned. Another pair of hands came up to cup my breasts, teasing the peaked nipples there.

I grabbed the hem of Cassian's undershorts, yanking them down to have more access.

He smirked and pushed my hand back. "Be patient darling," the brute purred. The hands around my breasts retreated.

Azriel dragged me to his front, his wings casting shadows in the room. His actual shadows also trailed across my body, and I whimpered when they suddenly tugged at the peaks of my breasts.

"I want to taste you," the male growled and pushed me toward the bed. "Lay down, hands above your head."

I smirked and did as I was told, settling with my head on the pillows and stretched my hands up toward the headboard. Rhys approached, pinning my hands as Azriel crawled up to me across the bed, grabbing my thighs in his hands- gods, they might be scarred, but I couldn't help but think that made them more attractive. He lifted my knees over his shoulders, those wings flaring up. I was mesmerized by the movement, my breath caught in my throat.

But Azriel's mouth on my inner thigh soon distracted me.

I whined, straining against the grip Rhys had on my hands as Azriel moved closer and closer to my center. Finally, I felt the male in between my legs lick into my folds, groaning against my center. I moaned, throwing my head back with my eyes closed as the feeling.

"Well aren't you excited sweetheart," Cassian chuckled, having come up on the other side of me from Rhys, watching as his brother got to work between my legs.

"Fuck," I groaned, looking down at Azriel. The male met my gaze, smirking and suckling gently at the apex in between my thighs. Whimpers and sighs escaped me as I neared my peak. I moaned when Cassian dived down to suck at my breast, biting gently before soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You close darling?" Rhys asked, voice a bit rougher than I last remembered. I nodded, throwing my head back into the pillow as Azriel redoubled his efforts between my legs.

I moaned loudly as the pleasure overwhelmed me as I reached my climax. Azriel's tongue worked to prolong my pleasure and when I became oversensitive, he pulled away with a smirk, licking his lips of the evidence of my pleasure. I slumped uselessly to the bed, sighing.

"Was that good enough for you angel?" Azriel asked, lowering my legs back to the bed with a satisfied male smile.

I rolled my eyes, not responding. Rhys chuckled, releasing my hands, allowing them to lay back down at my sides. "My turn," he growled and moved into Azriel's position, who took a seat beside me where Rhys previously was.

"I said I'd get you all loose," Rhys drawled, smirking as my breath caught. He settled between my thighs, reaching forward with his hand toward my center. The first brush sent me right back to whimpering. Cassian leaned down to suck a bruise into my throat with a satisfied groan. Rhys took advantage of my distraction and pressed two fingers up inside me.

I moaned, clenching down around those fingers. Rhys chuckled, smoothing his other hand around my thigh while he curled those digits inside of me, thrusting them slowly into me.

It felt so impossibly good. It'd been a long time since I'd felt so good, and this probably wasn't even the end. I'd yet to even barely touch them. That gave me an idea.

I reached for Cassian. "Cassian-" I begged. "Cassian." I couldn't convey what I wanted as Rhys sped up, causing me to moan and break off from my thoughts.

Luckily, he seemed to understand, shucking off his undershorts finally.

Through some silent language between the brothers or something, I was turned onto my my front, with my knees pressed to the bed. Cassian sat in front of me, lightly stroking himself. I moved forward, mouthing at the tip. Cassian moved his hand to the back of my head, fisting my hair lightly as I finally pulled him into my mouth. He was already by far one of the largest I'd taken into my mouth for a long time. I had a feeling it had something to do with those big wings he had.

I looked up, meeting Cassian's gaze as I went farther, holding back my gag reflex. He groaned. Rhys started what he was doing behind me again, adding a third finger and I moaned, my eyes falling closed. I choked around the shaft in my throat, pulling back to breathe for a moment before going back down.

I bobbed more on Cassian, moaning at Rhys's actions inside, as the pleasure began to meet a peak. I flew over the edge, just managing to remember to swallow as Cassian followed me over the edge with a groan.

When I pulled away, Rhys had removed his fingers, I was panting hard. I looked at the males around me with a hazy sated gaze.

"Oh we're not done yet darling," Rhys purred, slapping my behind lightly, causing me to jump slightly. I felt a slithering sensation come into my mind, wrapping around it gently.

You're going to get Azriel under you, me in front of you and Cassian behind you darling, Rhysand's voice played in my head. I raised my brows in surprise. I knew of my High Lord's mind abilities, but I didn't it expect to feel like that.

A snap went by, and Rhys handed something to Cassian. I finally got to admire the other two male's cocks, moaning lowly as I saw the precum gathering at their tips. It would only take a few more minutes before Cassian was the exact same.

Azriel settled down on the bed, half-spreading those magnificent wings below him. I settled on top of him, straddling his hips. Azriel smirked at me as my breath hitched as he grabbed onto my hips, squeezing lightly.

"What do you want angel?" He teased, brushing his tip against my center. "Tell me what you need."

I groaned at his rough, animalistic tone. "Fuck me, please," I begged, not embarrassed in the slightest.

"The lady knows what she wants," Rhys mused. "Give it to her Az, don't be cruel."

Azriel rolled his eyes, then reached to angle himself in. I moaned, slowly lowering myself down. It was a stretch, fucking hell, it was a damn stretch I hadn't felt in a long time. Where did Illyrians come from? And how the hell did they get such big damn cocks?

I groaned, catching myself on my elbows as I fell down. Finally, Azriel seemed to be all the way in and I stayed right where I was, needing a second for that adjustment.

"Good, you're doing so good," Azriel praised, wringing a whimper out from the bottom of my soul. "So good angel, you feel so amazing. Gods-" he swore. "So warm and perfect."

I ground my hips down at the dirty talk, groaning when he caught a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.

I felt an oiled finger poke at my rear entrance and I jumped, turning my head to find Cassian who smirked, motioning with his head toward me. I looked back, finding Rhys who had settled himself beside Azriel's head.

"Come on darling," Rhys purred. I lifted myself up immediately, sitting down on Azriel's hips. Rhys settled himself over his brother's chest, somehow managing to fit his knees somewhere with those wings. Cassian pushed in a finger, thrusting it gently. I groaned, pushing back, causing Azriel to groan in the process.

Everything was so much, but it was perfect.

Azriel began gently thrusting up into me as I attempted to buck my hips for more and more pleasure. I leaned forward onto my hands to take Rhys into my mouth.

The High Lord let out a pleasured groan, grabbing onto my hair with one hand.

My eyes caught on Azriel's wing, and curiously, I moved to support myself with one hand and brush against that strange membrane with a palm.

Azriel let out a punched out moan, thrusting up into me with more force. The shadows came to wrap around my wrist, pulling my hand away.

Rhys chuckled with amusement. I met his eyes, just as Cassian added a second finger, taking his sweet damn time preparing me.

"Illyrian wings as especially sensitive darling, I'd be wary," Rhys explained. I pulled back from his cock, licking my lips.

"That's interesting," I mused and immediately went back to trying to reach for Azriel's wing, but the shadows stopped me.

Azriel spoke up, "Not yet angel, not yet. If you want to touch my wings, you might be able to do it in a bit."

I grinned. Rhys pulled me back to himself, and Cassian pulled his fingers out, soon replacing it with his tip. He wrapped his arms around me as he slowly pushed in.

Soon, I was completely filled from all sides, and enjoying every damn second of it. Azriel and Cassian thrust in at the same time and I moaned around Rhys, closing my eyes against the intense pleasure.

Within a couple thrusts from all three males, I was nearing my peak, and went over it, clenching hard. Rhys pulled back to let me breathe, and the others barely slowed their pace.

After only a few seconds, I was back to my previous position, overcome with the intense pleasure across every single nerve ending in my body. Rhys was the first to show signs of getting close, groaning and clenching his fist more with my hair. The others soon showed signs as well, letting out moans and holding onto wherever they'd settled their hands on my body, harder.

"Come on darling, one more," Rhys purred. "Come once more for us..."

I moaned, and soared for my peak after only a few moment. I choked around Rhys, who pulled back and painted my face with come after only a second. I felt heat fill me up from the inside as Azriel and Cassian met their ends. In the throes of my fourth climax for the night, I hurtled for a fifth as Cassian circled his fingers on my clit, making me scream out in pleasure yet again.

As I came down, I was aware I was being moved gently from across Azriel to beside him. Cassian came up on my other side while Rhys gently pet my hair from the head of the bed.

"Fuck," I swore, utterly exhausted, but so impossibly sated from these perfect males.

Azriel chuckled, gently running his hand along the swell of my hip while Cassian opted for massaging my shoulders.

"You alright sweetheart?" Cassian asked.

I nodded, smiling. "So good," I answered.

Rhys hummed, chuckling a bit in amusement as I slumped to the bed, practically melting into the sheets, not caring for anything at the moment. Not the come on my face, or the juices spilling out from between my thighs.

"Come on," Azriel hummed, grabbing my hip gently. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"I still want to touch your wings after," I said.

Cassian laughed. "Maybe you can coax Rhys to bring out his too."

I lifted a brow in challenge. "I think I could handle that."

"We'll see darling," Rhys hummed and pulled me with him off the bed toward the bathroom.

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PLS DRAAL X FEM WARRIOR READER LIKE DRAAL JUST SO IN LOVE WITH HER LIKE FRIKIN WORSHIPS HER

(ISTG DRAAL IN SO UNDERRATED AND FOR WHAT I NEED MORE OF HIM😭)

Thank you for sending me your request! I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like what I’ve written! I apologize if Draal does not act like he does in the show. I haven’t watched the show in a long time and unfortunately could not remember exactly how he acted, so I guessed. I hope you still enjoy reading it! :)

Until we meet again

“Get your own gem!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“If you don’t leave me alone I will make sure your head is mounted on my wall!”

The argument sounded like it was happening near me and I knew I should go and stop it. Trollmarket is not a place for arguments. I turned the corner and saw a tall, strong looking lady troll with deep purple skin arguing with a small plump lady with dark pink skin holding a purple gem high up in the air away from the shorter ones grasp.

“Hey! Stop that!” I yelled trying to get both of their attentions before the argument turned into a fight.

I was too late.

The purple troll raised her other fist up high and smashed it onto the small trolls face. I watched as the women winced in pain and staggered slightly to the side. My heart stopped. Whoever this woman is I think I love her. She turned to the side and it was then that I made up my mind. The woman standing in front of me was the coolest and prettiest women I’d ever seen. She wanted something and wasn’t afraid to show it. This woman was powerful.

After a moment they both seemed to notice me standing there and they turned around to look at me. The small pink plump troll looked over at me with tears in her eyes. She looked terrified of the other lady. It was clear she desperately wanted my help. But my attention was on the brave purple troll. She was wearing armour made of what looked like silver. Her hand was hovering over a long sword attached to her belt. Her cat like eyes were filled with suspicion as she scanned me up and down.

“Fighting’s not allowed in the Trollmarket. If you’re going to fight do it somewhere else.” I said to them coldly as I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach every time the purple troll and I make eye contact. The purple troll scoffed before asking “And who are you supposed to be?” I stood up taller making sure she could see my puffed chest as I answered “I am Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Courageous. Son of the earlier Trollhunter.” I answered proudly. “Who are you?” I asked trying to act like I didn’t care. The purple troll rolled her eyes as she answered “My name is Y/n the Brave. I, like my mother, am a warrior. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to take what’s mine” she waved around the gem in her hand “and get out of this place.” She looked around at the market with a look of disinterested written on her face. She was amazing. Every single thing she said, she did, was that of a true warrior. If she wanted that gem she would have it. Nothing could get in her way. Not even me.

She went to walk away and the pink troll tried to stop her. “H-hey wait a minute! What about my gem?” But Y/n didn’t stop. In fact she didn’t even show that she heard the pink woman. The pink woman looked over at me with an ask for help on her face, but all I did was shrug as watched the beautiful Y/n walk away.

I decided I couldn’t let her get away without talking to her more. I had to make sure I’d see her again. I chased raced through the Trollmarket as I chased after her. When I finally got closer to her I spoke up. “Hey! Wait, Y/n!” I called out. She stopped walking and looked over her shoulder. I felt a lump form in my throat as I began to get nervous. I hadn’t thought my next move through. “I really liked the way you punched that other lady. You’re clearly very powerful.” I said hoping I was saying the right things. Her facial expression hadn’t changed a bit. All that was there was a emotionless look. “Maybe we could train together sometime and see who’s better?” I saw her lip quirk upwards the smallest bit as she turned to face me completely. After a moment of what felt like awkward silence she replied “I’d like that.”

She walked up to me and whispered into my ear “You better train extra hard, because we both know I’ll win.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I felt her breath touch the side of my face.

With that she turned back around and walked through the rocks leaving behind the Trollmarket. But hopefully not for long.

[fictinder]

Demongo x reader - Biting

[Reader discretion advised - This post features no explicit sexual contact, but is sensual and deliberately kinky in tone.]

[No gender specified. Biting is consensual. Villain and henchperson dynamics. A little bit of dubcon.]

"Come here, minion."

The demon's high-pitched hissing voice caught your attention. You turned your head to see the familiar fang-toothed, almost too-wide smile of your master. His blue eyes narrowed when he saw you looking back.

"Yesss, that's it," he purred, beckoning with a single claw-tipped finger. "Closer~..."

You obediently walked closer, within reach of him. He was somewhat taller than you, and hovering just off the ground.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I'm hungry, minion," he replied, his expression now one of mischief.

"Should I find a warrior for you to feed on, then?" You offered. "Or do you just want a weak sacrifice this time?"

His expression soured a bit. Perhaps you were supposed to suggest something else? Although, he wasn't ususally so indirect...

"No, this time I do not desire essence," he clarified with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I want blood. Yours, to be more exact, since you so clearly need me to be exact."

You weren't quite sure how to respond. He'd never asked for such a thing before. You were admittedly a little hesitant, despite your willingness to do mostly anything by his order. The thought of the demon's fangs sinking into your skin and drawing blood made you feel a bit weak...but there was something else, too.

Truthfully, your decision to serve the demon was never really a choice made in fear, nor was it a clever means of making yourself too valuable to kill. Truthfully...you just kind of had a thing for fangs. In fact, you'd thought about Demongo biting you more than once before, and the thought had always wound up making you feel more...excited than scared. Sure, you'd witnessed him sink his teeth into a man's neck and drain him of life essence in moments before, but...I mean, he surely wouldn't do that to you, would he?

His expression soured further as you thought it over. He folded his arms over his chest and began tapping one finger against his arm in a gesture of impatience. "I'm waiting~, (Y/N)."

He didn't often call you by your name. It was usually some variant of "minion", or sometimes if he was feeling irritable, "mortal". As if to remind you of your place beneath him, and the fact that you could die easily at any time. But when he did utter your name, it was an unexpectedly sweet and welcome sound. Especially in how his accent and unique voice made it sound. You found yourself wanting to play it over and over again.

"(Y/N)!" Demongo snapped. "Are you listening?!"

Oops. Spent too long fantasizing.

You tried to save the moment, stammering something about what an honor it was, but he didn't seem placated.

"Silence, mortal," he cut you off. "I tire of your wandering mind. Just show me your neck."

Great. Now you'd ruined the moment.

So, mindful of the possibility of fainting, you dropped to your knees. He seemed to like that. You made a mental note of it for later. Assuming he wasn't just going to suck you dry. Phrasing.

You tilted your head to the side to expose your neck. His earlier smile returned, and he dropped down to his knees as well to meet your flesh. Now, admittedly, you were getting a bit nervous.

...A lot nervous, actually.

He placed his hands on your shoulders. That was when you realized his body was warm. Very warm, in fact. Like sitting very close to a fire.

He brought his mouth to your neck. He paused for a moment, exhaling against your skin. It felt like shower steam.

Was he...teasing you?

That was when you felt the hot touch of his tongue against your flesh as he licked your neck. Out of your control, you felt warmth rising to your face. He chuckled a bit, presumably having noticed the red tinting your cheeks.

You noticed the skin he'd licked starting to tingle. For a moment, your panicked thoughts turned to acidic saliva--but then you realized the tingling was actually your skin turning numb. Did...did he seriously not want you to feel pain when he bit you?

Before you could think about how uncharacteristic that level of concern was, his fangs were already carving two little lines down the side of your neck. And because of the numbing agent in his saliva, you didn't feel much of it. It was more like scratching an itch than being sliced into.

Once he'd broken the skin, he leaned into you as though he were going in for a kiss, but instead started slowly lapping up the blood that he'd drawn.

Each lick made your skin grow more and more numb. But he didn't stop, and neither did the trickle of blood from those scrapes. You recalled something you'd once read about vampire bats and how they were able to drink from a small cut for a long while thanks to an anti-clotting substance in their saliva.

It wasn't unpleasant...you felt rather serene, in fact. The feel of that comfortable warmth, the steamy breath against your skin, the soft sounds of his pleased purr-like moans. That was until you realized you didn't just feel serene. You felt light-headed. He couldn't possibly have consumed that much of your blood yet, right?

No, you soon realized the blood was only a vessel for what he was really after: life essence. Sort of a materialized form of the soul. Of course. That was why you felt so weak. You started trying to protest, but it came out as mostly incoherent muttering.

When you started to lose the ability to stay upright, Demongo took notice, and pulled away from your neck. As your vision faded, you saw his jack-o-lantern face scowling.

...

You woke up an unknown amount of time later. Groggy at first, you noticed the feeling in your neck had returned. It was a bit sore, but that was all. You reached up to touch it, and felt some dried blood flake off. When you tried to sit up, you realized you were wrapped in something. And that someone was lying next to you.

The "something" was a silky black cape with a red underside. The "someone" was Demongo. He hadn't killed you after all. He'd stopped in time to ensure you'd be able to recover. You could hardly believe it, but at the same time, you weren't about to complain.

You relaxed and leaned back onto the ground you'd first woken up on. Turning your head again to face Demongo, you realized he'd fallen asleep cuddled up to you. His sleeping face was utterly adorable, and the flame atop his head flickered gently and gave off a soft blue glow. You smiled a bit. You figured you could handle getting drunk like a juicebox every now and then if it meant getting to cuddle with him.

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She didn’t know why she was so nervous. This was Link.

He surely knew she was fretting, but he was silent as he let her decide when to speak first. He dutifully kept his back turned as he cooked, allowing her space to freak out in relative privacy.

Zelda sighed. He was always good, like that.

Link reached up to get an herb off the top shelf, leaning forward on the toes of one foot and his hand pushing on the counter. His skirt slipped down his waist just slightly, enough for Zelda to see the thick scar above his hip. The skin around the scar had the faintest stretch marks, the purple just barely visible on Link’s tanned skin. Zelda loved running her fingers over the stretch marks and the healed scars to remind herself that Link was here, and he was alive, and he was healing.

He defeated the Calamity. He saved the world. Zelda held back the Calamity for 100 years.

They could have a simple conversation about their feelings.

Teehee :)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh um. I don’t know 😅

🦋Which character is your favorite to write?

From LU: Sky and Time

From general LoZ: BOTW Link, SS Link, Groose

From Bonus Links: Loft

From Heroes Spirit: Cori

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I have been lucky enough to receive so much incredible fanart and I genuinely love every fanart I receive. If I had to choose a scene, this one bit (and the surrounding paragraphs) from Sentiment lives in by brain like a movie and I would love to see it drawn:

“That’s enough.” Sky’s voice rang clearly through his haze. Warriors blinked the spots in his vision away and his weary eyes refocused on the room. Sky was standing between them, one hand hovering in front of Time’s chest. Time’s gaze was still locked on Warriors.

Or perhaps this bit from Shapes in the Clouds:

“Alright,” Zelda said. She lowered herself gracefully to the ground and rested her head on the grass between Groose and Link. “Show me.”

Link’s hands were a flurry of signs as he tried his hardest to explain what he saw. Groose only caught about half of it, with his gaze split between the clouds and Link’s fingers. Zelda surely didn’t catch any more than he did since she was upside down, too, but she just seemed happy to watch Link talk about something passionately.

[waywardpensman]

I will also be be posting a lil short story passion project of mine and this is the first chapter

Jamie leaned against the cool metal of the subway railing, watching the neon lights of the city flicker like the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind. The train's rumble drowned out his internal monologue, which sounded a bit like a DJ mixing a song badly. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through dating app profiles as if he were on a game show, hoping for a lucky break.

“Cute. Cute. Swipe left. Nope, definitely not,” he muttered, feeling like a contestant on The Bachelor. After months of navigating these digital waters, he’d perfected his technique: swipe, judge, and repeat. Each swipe felt like a tiny gamble—one he was losing.

His friends insisted he try dating apps, claiming they were the best way to meet people in a city that never slept. But after a series of dates that felt more like a bad reality show than romance, he was convinced he was better off with his books and video games.

Then, a notification popped up: a match! “Emily, 28. Adventurer, dog lover, and… a fellow ADHD warrior?” He read her bio with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Could this be it? Could she understand the whirlwind that was his brain, complete with uninvited thoughts and random song lyrics?

As they exchanged messages, Jamie felt a familiar surge of hope mixed with dread. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared experiences. “How about coffee tomorrow?” he typed, his finger hovering over the “send” button.

Send.

The moment it left his fingertips, a wave of doubt washed over him. What if he messed it up? What if she didn’t like him when she saw his fidgeting hands or heard his tendency to ramble about the intricacies of video game lore? He pushed those thoughts aside, determined to approach this date differently. He’d focus on her, ask questions, and really listen—no distractions, no racing thoughts.

The next day, Jamie arrived at the café, dressed in his best (and only) button-up shirt. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with his nervous energy. He paced near the entrance, rehearsing lines in his head. “So, tell me about your dog…” or “What’s your favorite adventure story?”

As he mentally practiced, he noticed an adorable dog outside, and in a moment of distraction, he accidentally walked straight into the glass door. Thud!

“Smooth move, Jamie,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead as a couple of onlookers giggled.

When Emily walked in, his heart raced. She looked just like her pictures—warm smile, sparkling eyes. “Wow, the door is a lot tougher than it looks!” he blurted out, half-joking, half-mortified.

She laughed, easing the tension. “Good to know I’m not the only one who has trouble with doors.”

As they settled into their seats, Jamie noticed her eyes flicking around the café, absorbing every detail. “I love this place! It has so much character,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. He couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a little lighter.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he replied, trying to focus on her words instead of the buzzing in his head. “So, what kind of adventures do you like?”

Their conversation flowed, and for a moment, Jamie forgot about his worries. They shared stories of their favorite hikes, spontaneous road trips, and their love for dogs. But as Emily spoke, he felt a familiar tug of restlessness. His leg bounced beneath the table, his mind racing ahead, searching for the next topic, the next joke.

“Do you ever feel like you’re just… too much?” he blurted out, half-joking, half-serious. “Like you can’t quite settle down because your mind is always on to the next thing? I mean, my thoughts have been known to scatter like confetti at a party.”

Emily’s expression softened, and she nodded. “Oh, all the time. It’s exhausting, right? But I think it’s also what makes us adventurous.”

As they laughed about their shared experiences, Jamie felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this wasn’t just another date in a series of misadventures but a chance to explore not only her world but his own.

Then, just as Jamie was about to lean in with another witty remark, he knocked over his coffee cup, sending it spilling across the table. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to—sorry!”

“Don’t worry!” Emily said, laughing as she grabbed napkins. “Now I really know we’re meant for each other—coffee and chaos!”

As they cleaned up the mess, Jamie realized that maybe, just maybe, he could embrace the chaos of dating. Perhaps with Emily, he could learn to celebrate the messiness of life, both in love and in his own mind.

[breannasfluff]

So if in a Wing AU, Wild lost and replaced a wing instead of an arm, how do you think he'd cope? I love reading stuff about the boys dealing with disability or injury and some totk headcanons are always a fun time. The biggest struggle when building a flight machine in game is not overbalancing one side in weight. So I'd like to think he'd either have to wear weighted gear to rebalance his body or relearn where his center of gravity is.

Also related but I'd love to see how you think your version of the boys would help him out if they were around during the recovery period.

I see what you mean about the balance in the game, and weighted gear is a great idea! I was going to write a little drabble on my thoughts, buuut it's kind of spiraling longer so I figured I'd answer this instead of making you keep waiting 😅

Changing out his arm for a wing has been interesting to think about! If the design of the new wing matched the arm, then it would have a fair amount of metal holding the "feathers" together. So, new wing would be heavier and probably unbalancing in flight. He can wear a harness to help, but that puts the weight on the chest and not on his wing where he needs it. If only the rito could help give pointers (evil laugh at somehow matching this to current plot).

The arm doesn't seem to bother Link in the game, although one of the idle animations is him looking at it. It functions generally how a wing should, but there's still something a little "off" about it. I'm actually still thinking about how that would crop up.

As for the boys...if the wing was replaced and he was dumped immediately back to them, he'd probably be doing a bit better.

He needs support and understanding, and who better than others with wings?

Time would be in a tizzy because he's big keeping the group safe. He'd blame himself even though he couldn't do anything. Twilight would hover a lot, worried about Wild but also unwilling to push too close and make Wild nervous. He might end up kind of annoying and Wild would probably tell him to either come close or stay away, just pick one, Twi.

Warriors is used to injuries from his time in battle, but it being someone in the flock pushes him off kilter. He's still a loner bird so he doesn't hang around like Twi and Time. Instead, he helps Four.

Four's normal chatter vanishes and he shifts all his focus to coming up with a gear to help Wild fly normally again. Despite his normal nature, this is too important to give anything but his full attention. Warriors help is a surprise--they don't spend a lot of one on one time together--but he has good advice.

Sky sticks to Wind, who's clingier than normal. Both of them insist it doesn't matter what they eat (they really prefer seafood) because Wild shouldn't need to worry about cooking. Sky's got a bad habit of stealing other's food, but even that rarely happens now, and never to Wild. Wind's worry means he doesn't put as much time to grooming his feathers as he should, so Sky often takes over.

Legend and Hyrule are the closest to Wild, so it hits them the hardest. Legend gets especially snappy with the others when they talk about how to help Wild. His snarl could give Twilight a run for his money. While the vet may be the resident grouch, he's still pretty open with physical affection. Now, it's all dumped on Wild, who appreciates the gesture but gets a bit ovewhelmed.

Where Legend is proverbially running others off, Hyrule is doing his best impression of an octorok and clinging. Literally; he's almost always in physical contact with Wild, generally commandeering an arm or hand to hold.

He's a little less smothering than Legend, so he's a little easier to deal with, but Wild is rolling his eyes after 24 hours. He points out that his wing still works and he's not dead, which only makes Hyrule cry.

At this point, Legend is so puffed and worked up that Wind comments they should roll him down a hill to see if it will flatten his feathers. Legend is left speechless, but the others laugh and some tension is broken.

Longer term, I'm sure they'd all take turns working with him to help him rebalance, deal with the emotions, etc, but I'd have to think on that further or do research.

Thanks for the wonderful question and I'll tag you when I post the first drabble!

[dogicrimsonofficial]

Shade Slayers - Firlaong

The dragons were buzzing - a silent nervous energy swept over everyone in the camp, as the newbies hid into the shadows and corners, curious eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the rumored Warden. The veterans understood better - they still moved to the side, still gave way, still bowed their heads as the hulking mass that seemed to breathe frozen wind itself walked past.

Firlaong had come to the Shade Slayers once more, a silent and old Gaoler with grizzled look. Weathered by the years of service, of unpleasant work had left him intolerant for foolishness, and many were aware of it, avoiding being on his way, avoiding making sounds near him as to avoid getting the silencing glare of the old warrior.

Only one who seemed to approach him without a fear was the Wildclaw leader, Vanitas, who had a grim look on his face as Firlaong finally entered his tent.

"Good evening old friend," the leader greeted, lowering his head briefly before tossing a bag on the table.

Firlaong merely nodded in return, picking the bag and counting the contents. He stopped half-way however, eyes furrowing, as one of his long claws hovered over the shards inside the dark leather bag. "... There is at least twice as many as the last time. Have you kept your hunters running double shift?"

Vanitas barked a laugh - bitter and brief, sound that signaled bad news.

"Oh how I wish! No, these are from standard missions," the commander explained, waving his hand a little before starting to dig into his pockets for a flask. "These Shade Shards are more troublesome than the weeds back at Seedscar, with how fast they're popping around."

Firlaong stood quiet, before continuing his counting - tossing then another bag on the table, this one making a happy jingle, though it did nothing to cheer up the atmosphere.

"I will spread the word then. You need more dragons."

"Thanks old man," Vanitas let out a quiet snort, taking a swig of his flask. "I am going to need all the help I can, we just lost Ember to this."

Firlaong nodded, before reaching an arm, and patting Vanitas on the shoulder. "Then be well, my old friend. Do not let the Shade consume you."

Nothing more needed to be said, aside from a solemn nod from the tired Wildclaw, who returned back to his mapping...

We have a MASSIVE update! Well not massive, but exciting for me non the less! We finally have Firlaong the Gaoler! I had his scry finished for AGES, and the dragon in my lair for a bit - so you can bet the second Winds got the dom I went on ham buying genes and what not to finish him fully up :3

He still needs human art and proper bio, but I am glad to have the dragon in my lair finally.

We also got a small glimpse on Vanitas, and the main story-beats! I hope ya lot are enjoying these mini-stories of the Shade Slayers story, they're blast to write. Will write up current mini-updates in separate post in a second!

[itsupermanti]

My Hero Superman AU; Injustice Multiverse Inspired Clash Quotes #1

[All Might vs Wonder Woman/Inko Midoriya]

All Might(flexing): Just as strong as you!

Wonder Woman(scoffing, wielding her lasso): Toshi, we’ve been over this.

All Might(flexing): I’ll go beyond my limit!

Wonder Woman(disbelief wielding her lasso): Wait, you were actually trying?

Wonder Woman(teasing wielding her lasso): Looks like I’ll break your other leg.

All Might(flexing): This won’t end the same as last time!

All Might(flexing): I never surrender!

Wonder Woman(wielding her lasso): You will to me!

———————————————————————–

[Superman/Hisashi “Kal-El” Midoriya vs The Flash/Tensai Iida]

Superman(confident): Just as fast as you.

Flash(confident): Hisashi, we’ve been over this.

Superman: Speed isn’t everything.

Flash(jokingly): Well there’s also my looks and my charm.

Superman(teasing): It’ll hurt when I catch you.

Flash(smirking): Well then you won’t catch me.

———————————————————————–

[Shazam/Denki “Kon-El” Midoriya vs the Sentry/the Void(Marvel)]

Shazam(body coursing with lightning): Pride is a deadly sin.

Sentry(as the Void): SO IS FOOLISHNESS!

Sentry: Feel the power of a million suns!

Shazam(charged with lightning): Feel a power equal to heaven!

Shazam(serious): ENOUGH HERO WORSHIP!

Sentry(as the Void): Show me what you got!

Sentry: You can’t fight me!

Shazam(teasingly): Isn’t that what I’m doing?

———————————————————————–

[General Zod/Dru-Zod vs General Thragg(Invincible)]

Thragg(arrogantly): Earth is mine Zod.

Zod(eyes glowing with heat vision): NOT FOR LONG!

Thragg(arrogantly): My race is one of warriors!

Zod(eyes glowing with heat vision): Yet you’re all nearly dead!

Zod(eyes glowing with heat vision): YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!

Thragg(arrogantly): Make me!

Thragg(arrogantly): For MY Viltrum Empire!

Zod(eyes glowing with heat vision): For the security of New Krypton!

———————————————————————–

[Troy/Mina “Min-El” Midoriya vs the Homelander/John(the Boys)]

Homelander(eyes glowing with anger): I can do whatever the F*^% I want!

Troy(raising her shield): NOT THIS TIME!

Homelander(eyes glowing with anger): I’LL KILL YOU!

Troy(raising her shield): You’ll try and you’ll fail!

Troy(raising her shield): I’m bringing you back down to Earth!

Homelander(eyes glowing and in a nervous tone): Impossible.

Homelander(eyes glowing in anger): I’M A GOD!

Troy(raising her shield): You’re just another bully!

———————————————————————–

[Superboy/Superman/Izuku “Jon-El” Midoriya vs Uravity/Superwoman/Ochako Uraraka Midoriya]

Uravity(hovering with gravity manipulation): I’m actually keeping up!

Superboy(playfully): Let’s keep it up!

Uravity(hovering): Winner chooses the movie tonight!

Superboy(playfully): You’re on!

Uravity(hovering and laughing): You’re weak against me!

Superboy(flirting): I don’t want to hurt that cute face of yours!

Superboy(teasing): I’m the favorite parent!

Uravity(offended): In your dreams!

Superwoman(in Lana Lang Superwoman costume, hovering): Let’s see you withstand a black hole!

Superman(in New 52 costume, confident): Give me your best shot!

———————————————————————–

[Supergirl/Eri “Eri-El” Midoriya vs Brightburn(Brightburn)]

Brightburn(hovering): Get out of my way!

Supergirl(hovering, her eyes glowing with telekinetic power): Not a chance!

Brightburn(hovering): This’ll hurt!

Supergirl(hovering): You can try!

Brightburn(angrily): I’LL END YOU!

Supergirl(confident): You won’t even come close!

Supergirl(determined): I’m stopping you!

Brightburn(crazed): TAKE THE WORLD!

Brightburn(angrily): I’ll break you!

Supergirl(confident): I can lift a city, this’ll be nothing!

[voidedleylines]

FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 7: Noisome

Day 7! In which the WoL visits a place she abandoned long ago...

Enjoy!

Rating: Gen No CWs apply!

“Oh gods,” Horskfyr lets out a grunt, “this smell…”

Freyalin laughs and nods her head as she wipes sweat from her brow, “smells like home,” she muses.

In truth, she had forgotten how…the pungent smell of magma is. Sulfur and just hot heat so in your face it can easily make the eyes water. Thankfully for her however she's formed a good poker face over the years of living by it so she can look cool in front of her baby brother. A thing she finds herself caring about, for whatever reason.

They're almost to their destination and she feels her stomach turn. She hasn't been back here in almost twenty years. She knows it's likely most of the ones here before are no longer. Nomadic creatures, the Hellsguard were, some move on from voidgate to voidgate. Others just grow tired of where they are and set out to find a change of scenery.

A strobe of anger passes through her briefly. Most take their kids with them she thinks.

It certainly wasn't the time to dwell on that now, though, and so she takes a deep breath, choking a little on the putrid air she takes in.

Horskfyr walked ahead and now waits for her at the cave entrance. He looks unbearably nervous and she puts a hand on his face, tapping it lightly. “C’mon, you've been here before,” she says.

“Yeah but that wasn't. I didn't know what it really meant to be here. You…we could’ve spent more time here. Together and we-”

“Didn't get that chance. For reasons out of our control,” she cuts him off.

He opens his mouth to try and say something else but he then closes it giving her wrist a squeeze and a nod, “you're right,” he mutters.

“Always am,” she exclaims as she backs away from him and towards the inside.

Her heart stops a beat when she sees inside. It's all the same. None of the tables or beds have moved in her two decades away. There's also a lot less people. She closes her eyes and does a trick she learned all those years ago. There's no sense of the voidgate. It must've gotten closed by someone…someone able to actually do it.

She walks towards a familiar spot and lets out a surprised yell to see the old woman still there. Sitting cross cross on the floor, mixing herbs and dyes.

The old woman stops her mixing and looks up, her eyes are glossy and a little unfocused. She smiles, “Sharp Willow,” she says aloud. Freyalin goes still, heat rises in her body, and it's not from the climate. “It has been quite some time, my dear.”

Tears instantly prick her eyes as she walks forward and joins the other woman on the ground. Horskfyr hovers nearby, trying to not act like he's paying attention. “Hello Frail I…it's been some time hasn't it,” she says.

Frail Oleander, the callous and revered old woman that all but raised her when her parents left her here. She’d spent many a morning under this exact tent, helping her tend to her potions, until she was but fourteen and in charge of her own squadron. Too young and too reckless, but Frail always knew the right words to say to reel her in when she needed it. She'd never thought she’d see her again, and yet here they are.

“You outgrew this place long ago,” Frail says. Freyalin looks down at her hands and guilt washes over her. “But this new life suits you, Warrior of Light.”

Her head snaps up, “How did you…” there's no point in finishing that question. She learned early on that her elder had many ways to communicate without needing to leave the cavern.

Frail gives a knowing smile. She then focuses behind Freyalin, “and you, Horskfyr. Lovely to see you again. I see you found what you were looking for.

Horskfyr clears his throat and nervously steps forward. His tall, broad frame engulfs them both as he stands near. “Y-yes ma’am I- thank you.”

She smiles, “There's no need to thank me,” she says, “I thank you for returning her to me. Even if just for a moment,” she says. She reaches a hand out and Freyalin takes it. It's cold and brittle and a stark contrast to the smoldering heat they sit in.

There's moments of silence between them as the two women sit there in each other's company. Eventually Horskfyr sits to join them. They spend the day back into old routines and the paranoia in the back of her head melts away. For the most part.

For the first time in her life, this place truly feels like home and a ball of emotion settles in her throat as she says her goodbye to it again the next morning.

Frail Oleander smiles at her and gives a weak hug. “Be well, Sharp Willow,” she says.

She nods her head and gives a small smile, “You too,” she replies.

As they walk further and further away, smell dissipating, she knows that was the last time she’ll see the closest thing she ever had to a mother and she tries to make her peace with it.

“Hey,” Horskfyr says, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently, “You okay?”

Freyalin smiles and gives a light squeeze, “I…I am. Thank you,” she says. It's genuine. “It's just…a lot of memories in that place.”

He nods and gives a small smile. “So!” he claps his hands together, “next stop…The Doman Enclave?” his eyebrows wiggle and she rolls her eyes.

“Only if you promise to be nice,” she replies.

He feigns hurt, “I don't know what you mean, I’m a gentleman.”

“Yeah, from Sharlayan. That's not saying much.”

They continue to bicker as they get away from the desert and settle back into U’ldah, stopping by her apartment for a spell before they continue on their way. There's a lightness in her chest that she hasn't felt in a while.

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter 3 Preview, Part 2)

This chapter wasn't supposed to be this long, what the actual heck?

“Megaopolis Power Grid?—Oh, this is the power plant on the north side of the city!” The Power Plant was one of the city’s finest achievements in green energy. Wind Turbines and Solar Panels a short ten-minute drive just north of the city, combined with the hydroelectric mills on the south side all channeled their electricity to hear. The combined efforts of humanity’s technological ingenuity and demonkind’s innate magical abilities allowed the city to run 100% on green, renewable energy. The control panel for the entire city was housed here, just to the north of the city, at its calmest, safest border. Far away from any destruction the city usually saw on the regular.

“Wait, north side?” Macaque looked at Mei. “I thought we were on the south side not even an hour ago?”

“We… we didn’t walk that far, did we?”

“We didn’t.” The certainty in Macaque’s tone did not make Mei feel better. Macaque peaked through the holes in the fence at the power plant’s main building—the building itself was a boring, beige square of forgettable post-mid 20th century architecture, but cables and wires shot upwards in a glorious web of electricity and oddly shaped telephone poles. The wires crisscrossed back and forth over each other multiple times before following separate paths that led back into the city, which seemed a distant, buzzing, glowing metropolis in the afternoon sun. How long had they been stuck in the sewers?

Finding nothing of interest to him there, Macaque trudged back towards the jello-air cave that had been Mei and his’s exit. It was small, just barely hovering over the tips of Mei’s ponytails, and skinny—if Macaque and Mei stood shoulder to shoulder, the walls of the cave’s entrance would be at their other shoulders. 

“Hey, look at this.” Mei knelt down by one side of the cave’s entrance. She pointed to the floor, at some weird little carving on the corner that was the floor and wall of the cave’s entrance. The carving itself seemed semi-circular, with half carved rings and spheres and some old words Macaque thought he recognized, but couldn’t be so sure. Mei then hummed thoughtfully, tracing the ruins with her finger. “I wonder if—“ and before Macaque could advise her against it, Mei was plopping her head back through the jello barrier. 

“Mei!” Macaque admonished. The girl flailed her arms momentarily and then popped right back out. The sound sent an uncomfortable shiver up both of the warriors' spines. “What was that for?”

“The same circle is on the other side of the jello too!”

“Ok and?”

“Ok, and—that means someone must have done like a weird little spell to put the barrier up.” Mei paused, then looked at the shadow monkey. “Do you think that scraping sound you heard was someone carving this weird little spell circle?”

Macaque scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe, but who would put up a barrier like this? And why? It’s not even a good barrier! People can get through it.”

“Albeit uncomfortably,”

“Yeah. Very uncomfortably.” Mei gave Macaque a nervous look. “Hey, before we fell down the tunnel, that voice we heard… did it sound familiar to you?”

[hqmillioncorn]

Some things are meant to be contained.

Aleria watched as more and more guards walked past her. None of them suspected a thing. She turned around and caught sight of Meriala, she nodded back to her. Today was the day. All she needed to do now was wait for the assistant to come back and Aleria would ask her if she could get something from her cell before they left for yet another briefing. Aleria gripped the soul crystal in her hands behind her. She had been so nervous about this she ended up skipping yesterday's lunch and today's breakfast.

Lalapril 4/19 Holy

you could also put an un- in front of holy and it would fit. anyway babycorn helps an old woman cross the street :) if the street was an underground bunker sort of thing

Babycorn had always thought of herself as an excellent judge of character. If someone seemed sketchy to her then one time out of ten they would be and if she found someone trustworthy, they often were aside from twenty or so outliers.

Which really meant that even though Babycorn thought otherwise, she was actually a VERY bad judge of character. 

Something that was very bad if you happened to be one half of the Warrior of Light and also a powerful being known as a Starsinger. 

As she had grown older Babycorn became the type of person to trust someone almost immediately after meeting them. After years of suffering at the hands of others she wanted to believe that people were generally nice and good at heart. They just needed a little push in the right direction sometimes!

“-And that’s why we should help her!” Babycorn finished her very long explanation. 

Despite trying her best, Airy looked unconvinced and very cold. Which wasn’t too much of a surprise since they were in Garlemald. “I don’t think we should get near her!” Airy flew behind Babycorn and gestured to the woman that was hopefully too far away to hear either of them, “She’s got a creepy mask on and she’s just standing still in the middle of a snowstorm?! That’s like a horror movie premise 101!!” 

Babycorn scoffed, “Come on Airy! She’s probably just lost and needs help getting somewhere safe!”

“Who gets lost in the ruins of a city?!” 

“We did! Remember?” 

Airy pouted and crossed her arms. “That was only because you went chasing something you wanted to bite…” It hadn’t even been her fault. At this point Airy knew that convincing Babycorn to just go home was a lost cause. “Fine! Let’s go help her or whatever!” This type of Helping people in trouble' stuff was so not the 'Future ruler of the world style.' 

“Yay!” Babycorn cheered, “I promise it’ll be quick! And when we get back home I’ll make you some more burnt cookies!”

“Yeah you better!” 

Airy flew close behind Babycorn as she walked up to the strange masked woman and introduced herself.

“Hiya!” Babycorn extended her gloved hand out, “My name’s Babycorn! I live in the The Goblet, plot 10 ward 21 and I’m twenty-seven years old! Do you need any help today ma'am?” 

For a second Babycorn was starting to doubt herself, as the masked woman remained silent, simply staring down at Babycorn with a pair of empty black eyes. 

Airy hovered closer to Babycorn and whispered into her ear. “We’re gonna die~” 

“Shush…!” 

The masked woman suddenly spoke. She placed a hand near her heart, “My name is Priscilla. I’m looking for something.” Priscilla turned around and raised her hand to gesture behind her. “It’s a small door in the ground. Under that door is a series of rooms with very important documents I need to find.” Then without another word the woman walked away, presumably to look for the door she was seeking.

Babycorn shrugged. “Well I guess we’re looking for like a door!” With a pep in her step Babycorn began to swipe away at the snow on the ground with her boots. 

Airy slowly descended down to the ground, groaning all the way. 

It took a few minutes but Babycorn was able to find the exact door that Priscilla had been looking for this entire time. While Airy kept watch at the door Babycorn ran to go call her over.

It wasn’t that hard for Babycorn to find her, there wasn’t really an overabundance of masked ladies running around. 

“Hey!” Babycorn ran up to Priscilla, her feet kicking up snow and soot with every step. “Miss Priscilla we found the door! It’s right over there!” 

Priscilla looked a little off guard by Babycorn tugging on her arm. It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure. She adjusted the strange mask on her face. “Ah?! C-Can you lead me to it?” 

“Sure can!” Babycorn ran ahead. She waved her arms all over the place so Priscilla wouldn’t lose track of her. “This way! This way!” Though with Babycorn’s bright yellow colored coat it would be almost impossible to lose track of her. 

Once they arrived at the door, Priscilla knelt down and began to inspect the door closely. Then before Airy could even suggest they make their exit, Babycorn knelt down beside her. Something that Airy reacted to by screaming directly at Babycorn, who just sort of ignored her. “Do you need any more help? You know just in case there’s some scary monsters in there?” Babycorn asked Priscilla with a smile on her face. 

As Priscilla pulled on the handle of the door and peered down into the darkness under them she turned to Babycorn with a smile. Presumably.  “That would be…like, really nice.” In the span of a second however, there was a sudden change of heart. “Sorry. No. I can’t let someone get hurt because of me.” There was an earnestness to her voice. She really meant this. 

Babycorn giggled to herself. “Don’t worry I won’t get hurt!” She took out her codex and flipped through the pages. Sure she might not know more than half of what was written on there but it still looked impressive for her to do. She pushed up a pair of invisible glasses on her head. “I know white and black magic now! So you can count on me to protect you!” Babycorn stepped aside and gestured towards Airy, who was boredly flying next to her. “Airy is here too! And she can help keep us both safe too!”

Airy scoffed. She would heal Babycorn whenever she needed it but it was a whole different situation for strangers. “What makes you think I’d help keep anyone safe?”

“Because you love me?” Babycorn batted her eyelashes.

“I’m the future ruler of the world! I don’t have any love in my heart!”

“Hehe. That means she’ll help us!” 

“No it doesn’t!!” 

There was a strange sound. It took a bit but Babycorn realized that it was the sound of Priscilla’s laughter. There was something that just sounded off about it. 

“When's the last time you laughed?” Babycorn asked. As tactfully as usual.

Priscilla stopped laughing and stared at Babycorn in silence, complete silence. This did not waver Babycorn in the slightest. Unlike Airy who flew quite a distance away from the masked woman. Eventually Priscilla answered, “It’s been a while since something last made me laugh.”

“Wow…So what you’re saying is that I’m really funny?!” 

“...Guess so.”

The door that Priscilla had been looking for ended up leading to a ladder that itself led to a series of underground rooms. It looked like no one had been down there in several years. Papers and furniture were strewn everywhere, almost as if someone had intentionally made a mess of the whole place. 

Babycorn looked around, taking note of how wet the ground felt. It was too dark to see how much water was down there, in fact it was too dark to see most things. “Don’t worry Miss Priscilla! I got this!” Babycorn took out her codex and concentrated her magic into her hand. 

In no time there was a small ball of light floating in Babycorn’s hand. It was sort of like a smaller version of a Holy spell, just compact and scholar-friendly! Babycorn noticed that Priscilla wasn’t really paying attention. It was a bit of a bummer but Babycorn pressed forward.

The water turned out to be almost up to Babycorn’s knees. “C-Cold…” It was a little chilly but she needed to be brave. For this new friend of hers. “So what were you looking for down here again?” Babycorn couldn’t quite remember. 

Priscilla was already hard at work, turning around paper after paper in her search. “It’s a folder of important documents.” Her voice took a voice for the somber. “...I can’t let it fall into the wrong hands.”

Airy mocked Priscilla’s talking by flapping her hand up and down. 

“Got it! We’ll get looking and I’ll hand you any important looking stuff for you to check!” 

Priscilla nodded but her mind was elsewhere as she continued to walk further into the rooms. 

Babycorn signaled to Airy as she slowly followed Priscilla, “Airy can you look over there for stuff?” She couldn’t remember which one of her friends had said it, but she remembered one of them telling her that two heads are better than one. “If we all look in different places we’ll find it faster!” And the faster they found it the faster Babycorn could change into a pair of dry socks.

Airy let out another loud and long groan but ultimately there was nothing she could do about it now that they were down here anyway. “Fineeeee!” Luckily Airy let out her own glow so she didn’t have to fly around in the dark. “Call me if you need me or whatever.”

“Thank you Airy! I love you!” Babycorn then skipped after Priscilla into the darkness. 

“Yeah,yeah.”

Priscilla and Babycorn eventually made it to a room that had no water in it, much to Babycorn’s relief. If only Hungstal was with her then she would have an extra change of clothes. 

As Babycorn grabbed a folder from the floor she shook it to see what was inside. When she did, only a few specks of dust came falling out. No sign of the documents that Priscilla was looking for. She sighed, the search wasn’t going too well. Babycorn hoped that Priscilla was having better luck but when she turned around it looked like Priscilla was having as much luck as she was. 

Babycorn picked up a ripped piece of paper from the ground. She couldn’t understand a word of it. “So what kind of papers are you looking for anyway?” Maybe if she knew a little more it would help her look for it better? 

“I really don’t want to bring you into this.”

“Huh?” That was not at all the kind of answer Babycorn was expecting. “What do you mean?” 

Priscilla remained adamant in keeping Babycorn in the dark. As both of them continued to search in silence. Until Babycorn cut right through it, “I’m a Warrior of light you know? I’ve fought a lot of scary things so I think I can handle whatever it is you don’t want to bring me into!” She grinned at her, though Priscilla’s back was turned.

Without a word, Priscilla touched her mask with a gentle hand, she sighed. “It’s about someone dangerous. Very dangerous.” She almost hesitated calling it someone, it was nothing more than a monster to her. A being incapable of mercy or understanding. 

The way it ripped her friends and co-workers apart…

“That…actually sounds kinda scary. Yeah…” Babycorn only hoped that it wasn’t like a ghost or anything. Otherwise she was pretty confident that she could handle it, and if not she would call in one of her friends for help. Surely they would be happy to help her if she asked nicely enough.

“I doubt you have ever heard of it.” Priscilla knew that the Warriors of light were involved in lots of conflicts but there’s no way that anyone outside, or even inside of Garlemald, would know about what she was talking about.

“I’ve heard of a lot of things!” Babycorn beamed.

“Then…” Priscilla’s voice cut right through Babycorn. “Have you ever heard of Starsinger?”

Babycorn’s blood ran cold. 

In her panic she found herself incapable of lying. “I-I have…”

Once Priscilla heard this she rushed to Babycorn’s side, grabbing her arms in an almost deathly grip. Babycorn held in the urge to scream. “Then you know-!” Priscilla was trembling, “You know how terrifying they are!” 

Babycorn said nothing. 

“How they have the power to find out anything and everything about you? To decide your fate?! They’ll know everything you’re doing. You can’t hide from them! There’s nowhere, no time to hide! They’ll find you no matter what!” Priscilla laughed, but it was different than last time. “They can control anything and anyone they want to. Do you understand?!” 

Babycorn watched as Priscilla stood up and walked away, her back turned to her as she continued rambling. “If I can find those papers I can make sure that the world can be free of Starsingers. For now and forever.” There was a sob, “Why did she do all this…Aleria you…?”

“Mama? What does mama have to do with-?” 

Babycorn hands flew to cover her mouth as quickly as she could but it was too late.

As soon as she looked up, Priscilla was staring right at her. “Aleria…Y-You’re…” The pieces were slowly coming together. She took a step back, “You…Then…It can’t be…” The realization had hit her. She was standing in front of the monster she had been fearing for the last forty years. 

Priscilla fell to the ground, she crawled as far back as she could until she hit a wall. Even then she tried to do the impossible and tried to keep going. Just for a chance to escape. “S-Stay away from me!”  She grabbed an empty container and threw it right towards Babycorn. 

Babycorn ducked down just in time to avoid getting hit. and flinched when she heard a clatter behind her. The container Priscilla threw ended up hitting and knocking down a handful of books that had been stacked on a desk. 

“W-Wait Priscilla I'm not going to hurt you!” Babycorn took a step closer, “I don't...!” 

“I said get away from me!” 

Something about the way Priscilla was raising her voice combined with the static emotion of her mask was making Babycorn more nervous than she was. “I don’t understand! What’s wrong?! Did something happen?” Had she done something wrong? Had she said something wrong? Sometimes she was too direct with some things, that was true. Maybe she just said something like that again. “I’m sorry if I said something! I say a lot of stuff wrong sometimes. But I’m sorry if I-”

“Shut up! Just shut up and leave!” Priscilla looked around for anything that she could defend herself with. There was a glitter of hope as she spotted something at an arm’s length of her. 

A sharp scalpel. Where had it come from? Who knows and who cared. 

Now armed with a scalpel Priscilla found the strength to slowly stand back up. She kicked up scattered papers filled with nothing important as she stood her ground, holding onto the scalpel, pointed directly towards Babycorn. “Don’t come near me! You hear me?!” Her hands were trembling. 

Babycorn wasn’t sure what to do next. There was a part of her that was scared that she wasn’t actually that scared of what was going on. “Priscilla…Stop it…!” With each step that Priscilla took towards her Babycorn took a step back. Her eyes were fixated on the weapon in Priscilla’s hands. There was something about this whole thing that had her stomach in knots. 

Priscilla’s voice was quiet, almost at a hushed tone. “You think you’re going to fool me again? You have another thing coming…”

“Huh? What?”

The sound of Babycorn’s dismissive tone just added more flames to the fire. “Don’t play dumb with me! Aleria! I’m not letting you do this to us again!” Priscilla crushed a glass vial underneath her heel. She was getting closer. 

“Aleria?” Babycorn paused, “That was my mama’s name! That’s not me!” 

Priscilla stopped, her heavy breathing was permeating through the room. It was the only thing Babycorn could hear. She turned her head to look directly at Babycorn. “Regardless. I can’t let a monster like you leave here alive.” Not again. Never again. No one would die on her watch again.

Babycorn was speechless. She held up the light she cast earlier. As it was a compressed Holy spell, it wasn’t just good for creating light. As scared as she was, she was still a Warrior of Light. She wasn’t going to go down without putting up a fight. 

Cherrypit was still waiting for her after all. 

With that, Priscilla suddenly charged forward. 

By now, the sound Priscilla’s commotion was causing reached Airy. Her wings stood still for a moment in worry. “Babycorn?” She dropped a strange folder she was carrying and flew as fast as she could to see what was happening.

If there was anyone that was hurting Babycorn there would be no hesitation on her part to fight them head on. 

What Airy never expected to fly into was a scene that almost made her scream on the spot. 

The strange masked woman was lying on the ground, clearly unconscious. And standing right in front of her was Babycorn. There was a knife stabbed into her stomach. Her bright yellow coat was slowly turning a slight shade of orange from what Airy could only guess was blood coming out of the knife wound. 

Airy had started healing Babycorn before she even realized what she was doing. 

“Babycorn!? Are you-?!” Airy flew over to Babycorn’s side, she looked at her and then back to Priscilla, “What happened?!” Things got even weirder when she saw Babycorn pull the scalpel out of her like she was pulling a knife from butter. 

This time Airy couldn’t help but scream. “Aren’t you supposed to leave that in?! So you don’t bleed to death?!” Airy didn’t know a lot about that sort of stuff but it sounded right.

Babycorn tossed the scalper aside into a pile of papers. “Don’t worry! Like I said-I'm sturdy!” She winked.

“I don’t think you’re that sturdy?!” 

“No I am.” Babycorn took out a handkerchief and began to wipe at the spot of her coat that was stained with her blood. Almost like if it was a juice stain rather than actual blood from her own body. “She stabbed me right where my scar is. I really lucked out!”

“W-What does that have to do with anything?!”

“If anything hurts me through my scar it doesn’t really do anything!” A very fun side effect from the whole dying thing that Babycorn had fortunately (or unfortunately) found out when she was just a kid living in Ul’dah. “It sorta just feels like I got poked by a pointy stick! I just pull it out and I’m fine, see?”

Babycorn struck a pose. Her hand was shaking. 

“Uh…huh…” Right now Airy was a little too shocked to say anything but she put it in the back of her mind to yell at Babycorn when they got home. Did she have any idea how much they could have been putting this to an advantage?! Having this sort of secret ability would probably help them take over the world even faster! Somehow! 

“Not that I make it a habit of getting stabbed.” Babycorn tugged on one of her braids lightly. “It’s still not very fun…” 

Airy could only imagine. 

“So um.” Airy turned around to look at the still unconscious Priscilla. It didn’t look like she was dead and she knew that Babycorn (probably) didn’t have it in her to kill someone that she had been so friendly to just moments before. Then again, what did Airy know? “What are we gonna do with her?” 

Babycorn honestly wasn’t sure. 

The way she had spoken about Starsingers, how they were monsters that were able to control a person’s life so easily had her a bit unnerved. There were people out there that wanted her dead that was for sure but never for this reason.

There was just something about it that made her sick to her stomach.

Not only that, but the way Priscilla had so casually mentioned that her mother had somehow ruined her life. That her mother was a monster? Her mother was anything but that. She had never done a thing wrong in her life.

All Babycorn wanted to do was stop thinking about it. 

“We should leave.” 

[morganas-pendragons]

succumb | the master chief

summary: john dreams of the one thing he’s desperate to have. You. 

Sometimes in the quiet hours of the morning, John dreams. They’re fairly simple dreams when he’s younger. Dreams of desire to be able to live the childhood he knows deep down he will never have. Dreams to be back home on Eridanus II, surrounded by the love of his mother and father, and running with reckless abandon through the forest he calls home. 

They change as he gets older. His dreams shift from home to horror. There’s no longer dreams of light and happiness and freedom. It’s just war. 

That is.. until he meets you. John meets you, a fragment of a memory from his past, and he’s suddenly dreaming of something he hasn’t dreamt of since he was a child: Home. Waking up beside you, brushing hair from your face and admiring your beauty even in sleep, being able to feel you and call you his... 

It’s a dream. 

A dream he welcomes openly. It prompts him to want to sleep more. 

The ones that make desire pool in his stomach are the ones where Silver isn’t around. Where he’s alone in the bunk room and dressed only in his fatigues, battle weariness settling on his shoulders so much that his body cannot carry weight anymore and he leans forward to hide his head in his hands. 

That’s when he feels the ghost of lips against his arm. He already knows what it’s from. A side effect of the augmentation, the scar is thick and ridged and stands out so starkly against his skin that it’s practically impossible to hide. John had never been fazed by them before. He wasn’t one for insecurities.. but he had been so nervous once he started thinking about what you might think about his scars. 

That was why he’d hidden them.

Until now. 

John’s entire body shudders at the sensation of your lips burning his skin, fingertips trailing across his hipbones and upward until they settle just over where his heart is pounding. 

  “I wish you knew how loved you were, John.” Your voice is so soft he nearly doesn’t hear it even in the quietness of the room. 

He doesn’t reply. John’s head slowly tips to the side, and he slowly breathes through his chest constricting and the dizziness that settles upon him whenever you begin to kiss your way upward to the column of his neck. 

  “I don’t deserve to be loved this way.” The words are out before he can stop them, and The Master Chief whines when your touch disappears just briefly before he’s then being pinned to the bed, his wrists trapped by your hands above his head. 

What a view. He’s grown so used to sorched battlefields and the echoes of screams, but the view of the person he loves poised above him with that fixed, intense stare that screams adoration is something he can get used to. 

He craves that. Wants that. 

Is desire human? 

  “You listen to me, John-117.” Your voice is firm but gentle as you lean in closer, closer closer close enough that he can feel your breath fan his face as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips. “I don’t care how much blood is on your hands. I don’t care what sins you’ve had to commit. I am yours...” 

Your lips hover just over his. 

  “And you are mine.” 

And he always wakes up before he can kiss you. 

*** 

One day, I will kiss you. 

He seeks you out like a man on a mission the follow day. You’re alone in the gym set aside for the Spartans, back turned to him as you continue to aim your wrapped hands at the punching bag. 

Heat pools in your stomach at the thought of John standing across from you, bare chested and poised to fight, and there’s something deep in you that says you want him to. You want him to pin you down with his body and kiss you until your lungs scream for air and your lips are swollen. 

Is desire a human need? 

Might as well be. It’s all you’re capable of feeling when you’re in proximity of the Master Chief. 

You stop mid-stride to peer over your shoulder as the door shuts behind you. John moves in with all the grace of a battle hardened warrior, and you barely have enough time to react before his gaze is fixed on you. 

Hungry. 

  “I keep having dreams,” John is speaking before you can stop him, and you very quietly shift on your feet as he paces the gym. “Dreams of things Halsey took from us. A life. And you know who’s in that dream of being able to live a real life? You. It’s always you-” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to find your voice, “John-” 

  “You’ve always been gentle. The war didn’t ruin you like it ruined me.” His voice breaks as he stops mid-stride and runs his his hands over his face. “The truth didn’t ruin you like it ruined me.” 

You make one very quick realization: The Master Chief has always had this unflappable appearance that makes him seem indestructible to others. It’s always been different around you. You are what makes John appear human. 

And oh.. that’s going to ruin him. 

You step into the gap between you and rest your hand against his chest. The action is gentle, barely perceptible, but just enough for John to look up at you. His gaze appears tired. He always appears tired. 

  “Why am I in your dreams?” 

A single gloved hand snakes out to wrap around your hip. The air in the gym is electrified, practically drawing you and John together as he exhales slowly and presses his fingers into the flesh of your hipbones. 

Then his eyes meet yours, and that hungry gaze fixes onto you as he slowly licks his lips. 

It’s downright sinful. He is downright sinful. 

  “Because I’m in love with you,” You shiver as John leans inward, inhaling deeply as he travels downward to rest his face in the crook of your neck. You can tell he is desperately trying to reign in his control. “And I’m not supposed to be.” 

I’m terrified to love you because it may ruin me. 

“Succumb.” It’s a plea, not a demand, begging across the seam of parted lips in which you intend to lose yourself. “Stop resisting the temptation I know you feel, John-” 

He shakes his head. Over and over and over again because he is a good Spartan, he’s followed the regulations to a fault, he can’t just- “I can’t.” He whispers. “I can’t. I just.. can't.” 

  “Why not?” You ask. “You may be a Spartan, a highly respected member in the UNSC, a good soldier and an even better friend... but you’re still human. You still have desires and urges because you’re human. And you’ve suffered. You’ve suffered enough.” You cup his face in your hands and trace his lips with your thumb. “I’m a sinner. Sanctify me.” 

The fear on his face is evident, but John has spent far too much time dreaming about this to simply ignore his desires. Only mere seconds pass before you’re pressed against the wall - the body of the Master Chief completely hiding you from view - and completely at his mercy. 

John exhales shakily. This is terrifying. It’s too reminiscent to the dreams he’s been having for the last couple of weeks, but he’s been denied too many things in his life. He’s been denied truth. 

Denied being able to be John. 

So this is him. This is John, just John, bending down to capture your lips with all the force of a (insert synonym for animal/gentle/soft here). 

You sink into him without any hesitation. Despite the fact he’s now pinned your hands above your head and has a loose grip on your wrist, John is alarmingly aware of the hitch in your breath and the pounding of your heart as you tilt your head and whimper. 

Oh. That sound may ruin him. 

Because he’s so keen on being able to touch you, John releases your hands and groans when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug him impossibly closer until there is no space left between you. 

  “John,” You whine, gasping as he slots his knee between your parted thighs and bends his head to brush your hair over your shoulder and grant him access to your neck. Then he’s everywhere. Tongue and teeth and fingertips carefully gripping your hips for fear of hurting you. “We’re going to get caught...” 

John growls quietly into your neck. “Let them.” 

He loses himself in you, and you welcome it. In all of the time you’ve known John, he’s always been a man of action and never a man of word. Quiet, contemplative, and one of the most lethal Spartans in the UNSC. He’s always denied himself the ability to just be.. a human. 

You tangle your fingers at his nape and pull him away from your neck - which is now red and deliciously burning beneath the scrape of his beard - to gaze into those hazel eyes you’ve become so intimately familiar with. 

His breath catches as you peer at him. Wide eyes, swollen lips, and a heaving chest desperately trying to regain the breath he’s lost. “Y/N?” He whispers, grimacing as he clears the knot in his throat. 

  “John,” You say, and the name drops from your lips with adoration as he tilts his head into your hand. “I love you.” 

Finally! You yelp as a shimmering blue figure bearing a remarkable resemblance to a woman appears beside you. I was wondering if I would have to interrupt to ensure he didn’t short circuit your respiratory system. Instead, I got to watch that!

  “That’s Cortana.” John murmurs, and then you’re laughing as the AI timidly waves her greeting. “Who has no idea how to not be a nuisance.” 

  “Oh, I’m not complaining. She’s adorable.” Cortana grins as you turn away from your Spartan. “And I’m guessing she is the one who keeps you in line in the field?” 

Something like that, Y/N. 

In the dim light of the gym, you spy John’s head dipping to the side in a futile attempt to hide his blush. 

  “Make sure he doesn’t die doing something stupid. Okay?” You press your hands against your hips and raise a brow at Cortana who nods eagerly in reply. She reminds you a lot of an overgrown, overtly eager to please child. “I’d like him back in one piece.” 

Does that include something stupid during inevitable sexual intercourse? 

Then it was your turn to blush. 

  “Cortana!” 

[lubdubsworld]

Someone to Love.

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Alpha Jungkook x Omega OC Werewolf Au!

Genre ! : Fluff . Mild Angst. Mild Smut.

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Summary : Widowed Omega Aerin isn't really looking for love. But Jeon Jungkook the handsome alpha who gets washed over a waterfall, is willing to offer it to her anyway.

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The thing about living in a clan as small as ours, was that word always travelled fast.

We were a close knit pack, everyone knew everyone and more importantly, everyone was always in everyone’s business. Which is why, it was no surprise that, even before the Head Alpha could send word for me, I already knew about the young alpha who had , apparently, washed over the waterfall. The drop was a good twenty five feet and the bottom of the pool littered with sharp rocks. He was obviously injured.

As the healer, I would have to be there to examine him.

Nevertheless, I waited till Jinyoung came knocking on my door, sometime after the midday meal, his face urgent and voice a little shaky. I had just finished wrapping my daughter against my breast, tying the end of the flannel across my back and over my shoulder . I pulled on the ends, securing the wrap around my torso, and making sure her limbs were free to move about.

Sera giggled, chubby fists wet with drool as she shoved them into her mouth. She was teething and that meant excessive drooling and a penchant for biting everything I sight. But like this, she was usually well settled, the warmth of my body and my scent lulling her to a drwsy state. She would be asleep by the time we reached the injured wolf.

My son was still out playing with the other alpha pups in the woods. He wouldn’t be back till sundown. And even if he did, Joowon was almost nine winters old now. He could fend for himself in the hut till I got back.

I quickly grabbed my shawl, wrapping it over my shoulder, before moving to the door and opening it.

“Aerin? Alpha Kim sent for you, there’s an injured wolf you need to tend to.” He said urgently and I didn’t miss the four or five young omegas hovering behind him, giggling and coy. I shook my head. Apparently, even a half dead, injured alpha wasn’t safe from these younglings. I gave them a chiding smile but they merely laughed some more.

“Of course, Jinyoung . Let me just grab my bag.” I quickly picked the small carry-all tote I used for visits. It had almost all the tinctures, ointments and salves that I stocked in the apothecary attached to my hut, in smaller quantities. I also kept a polished set of needles and tools in case I had to extract stubborn splinters of jagged rock ends out of flesh. For being one of the strongest breed, it was ridiculous how often alphas got hurt doing the silliest things.

Like going over a waterfall.

As we began the short trek over to the Head alpha’s cabin, the throng of smitten omegas surrounded me, looking bright eyed.

“They say he’s very handsome, unnie. And young!” One of them laughed.

I hummed.

“Then one must hope the rocks in the pool didn’t leave too much of a mark .” I said casually.

“I wouldn’t mind a scar or two, as long as he has his…you know..” Another set of giggles.

I shook my head, laughing. The girls were incorrigible but that was their right. They were all young, barely twenty and unmated. They knew nothing about the marriage bed , nothing about the intimacy that came with it. The love the commitment. My heart ached.

Two years and still my heart ached something fierce .

“Just tell him he has to rest for a month at least, unnie. Tell him he can’t leave for a month and I’ll work my charm.” The Head Alpha’s daughter Jisoo gave me a sharp little smile and I shook my head.

“I’ll do no such thing. And I don’t appreciate you lusting after a man who may well be dying.” I said sternly and Jisoo had the good grace to blush.

“Unnie, its just that…. I’m bored of all these dumb alphas panting after me. They’re so…uncouth. I just want to meet someone new.” She pouted.

We reached the small hillock that would lead to the Head alpha’s house and I gave her a smile.

“Well, in that case, I’ll patch him up real good for you. But till then, you and your girls, why don’t you go occupy yourselves elsewhere.”

Jisoo wrinkled her nose but listened and I smiled at Jinyoung, hugging sera closer to my chest and making haste to the hut in front of us. Jinyoung led me to a side door and further into a room at the end of the narrow corridor.

“Aerin! Child… You’re here!” The Head alpha held his arms out and I embraced him quickly. The injured alpha was laid out in the middle of the room on a thick pallet of straw and blankets. They had stripped him of his wet clothes and he looked like he was sleeping. I stared at his face and felt my breath catch.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn’t look away. Right up , I could make out three flesh wounds, jagged and slightly deep : one across his brow, another across his shoulder and one right over his chest. Dark ink curled all over his torso and he looked young but also like a warrior.

“We just found out he’s from the Jeon clan. The head alpha’s son.” Yugyeom, knelt by his shoulders, pointing out the inked shoulder which marked him as the heir to the Jeon pack.

“We’ve already sent word. They’ll be here to fetch him in a day or so. We need only tend to him till then. Well. Give him all hospitality and treat him like a king. We need to remain in the Jeon’s good graces.” The Head alpha said sternly and all of them bowed.

I quickly, grabbed my bag, laying it out on the floor and crawling over to his side.

“Hot water and spirit , please.” I told the maid standing by but the Head alpha quickly held a hand up.

“Aerin ah? I have a meeting here with the Min and Jung clan leaders. The autumn festival is set to begin tonight. Its impossible for me to keep him here and all the other alphas are going to be busy too. I want him to get the best care possible and I can think of no one better than you, fort this task. Can we shift him to your hut?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t really entertain patients in my house. Especially not alphas. My son got jittery and my daughter was too used to my own scent.

“As a personal favor to your alpha?” He said insistently, eyes flashing red and I realized it wasn’t a request. Rather a command.

“I… Yes, alpha.” I said hesitantly. “ Can I just examine him now, make sure nothing’s broken, before we shift him?”

“Yes of course my dear.” The alpha bowed before stepping aside. I quickly glanced at everyone else.

“Please leave.” I said quickly and they flushed, bowing before moving out of the room.

“Should I stay , Aerin?” Jinyoung asked nervously and I shook my head. “ Just wait outside and close the door for me, Jin.”

Once the door shut, I quickly glanced down at Sera who had curled into my chest and fallen asleep. I brought a bit of the fabric by chest over her head, so she wouldn’t get too much of the alpha’s scent. Kneeling down, I went about peeling the blanket off him.

He was a beautiful man, I thought absently, long limbs and thick muscles all over and it was no doubt his strong, well kept body that had saved him.

Other than a few more surface wounds on his legs and a gash on his thigh, he seemed relatively unharmed. I did run my fingers over his joints and arms, carefully looking for any swelling or discoloration that would signify broken bones. I carefully gripped his shoulders, turning him over gently to examine his back. I made a mental note of all the cuts that looked like they would have to be sewn together, so I could prepare enough string for it. I leaned over to press my ears against his chest, noting the rise and fall of his lungs.

A hand brushed over the back of my head, gentle and soft.

I jumped, wrapping both hands around sera and scooting back in panic, eyes wide as I stared at the man on the floor, now blinking tiredly at me.

“I… I..” I couldn’t get my words out and he groaned .

“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” He whispered.

I blinked, blood rushing to my face as I tried to calm my breathing.

“Jinyoung!!!” I yelled sharply and the door opened, Jinyoung stepping in and staring wide eyed at the alpha on the pallet. He was struggling to sit up and I quickly pulled myself together.

“Alpha Jeon! Please… You must stay still. ” I said quickly, pushing my palms against his chest, helping him lay back down, trying to ignore how his eyes danced all over my face, nostrils flared .” I’m Aerin, the healer from the Kim pack. You remember what happened today?”

He groaned again, lifting a shaky hand to press against his head. I moved closer, gently reaching out to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers away from the still wet wound on his brow, and his eyes clashed against mine, wide and steady. He stared pointedly at where my fingers curled around his wrists and I let go quickly.

“Yes….. one of the pups almost went over the waterfall. I… I tried to get him out.” He said softly. He glanced at Jinyoung. The latter looked away, clearly nervous.

“Pup?” I asked, heart dropping and he gave me a small smile. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his lips as he chuckled lightly.

“Can you help me up, kid?” He asked softly and Jinyoung startled, glancing at me.

I shook my head. I turned to Jungkook, heart racing. He sighed, resting back against the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. I managed to toss her back to her father just before I went over the edge. I’m certain that she’s perfectly alright.”

“well, that’s a relief.” I hesitated, feeling awkward. Sera stirred and Jungkook’s gaze went to her again.

“she’s yours?” He asked gently and I blinked, glancing at Jinyoung nervously. It seemed too personal but I couldn’t imagine not answering without seeming rude.

“Yes, sire.” I bowed politely, moving back a bit more as Jungkook inhaled and reached out again, this time gripping my wrist. He scented the air and I flinched , yanking my hand away and quickly standing up, uncomfortable. He was still staring at me, gaze steady.

“You… You can tell the others that he’s conscious. We can move-” I stopped when the alpha cut me off.

“You don’t smell mated. You haven’t been with a man in years.” He said quietly and now Jiyoung looked uncomfortable too.

“Alpha Jeon, I-”

“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”

My heart jumped at the thought of addressing him so intimately. I shook my head.

“I’m looking for a mate. Can I court you, angel?” He said suddenly and my jaw dropped.

“There’s… There’s a dozen unmated omegas outside.” I choked out. Was I dreaming ? This couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not what I asked. Whom must I speak with? To court you? Your Head alpha.” He turned to Jinyoung. “ Please send word to Alpha Kim that I require an audience with him. And that its very important that he come here as soon as possible.”

“Please don’t.” I said quietly, feeling my body tremble and he froze.

“What’s wrong?” He said quietly.

I shook my head.

“I have a son. I’m not… I have a son. He’s almost nine winters old. He still… He loves his father. The man who raised him… I can’t…. it would break him. Please, Alpha Jeon. You have power here and I have none. Your word is law and I’m bound to honor it but please, please consider. My son…”

Jungkook’s gaze softened incredibly at that.

“I have a ten year old brother.” He said gently. “ What you’re saying is that it isn’t the head alpha’s approval that I need. It is your son’s.”

I blinked, thrown.

“I…”

“Then you must promise me this. If your son…” He paused, “ What’s his name?”

“I… Joowon.”

“If Joowon tells you that he wouldn’t mind having me in his life….will you consider letting me court you.”

I could only stare. Jinyoung cleared his throat looking completely enthralled by the drama unfolding in front of him. I saw a glint of mischief in his gaze and felt my hackles rise.

“Alpha, there’s a festival in our clan. It lasts three weeks and is filled with festivities and joyous celebrations. I do believe the Kim pack would be honored to have you stay with us, enjoying our hospitality and the bountiful gifts of nature we here in the lowlands enjoy.”

I gaped at him in disbelief.

“I… “

“That’s settled then. I will send for my pack members as well. They would love to share this time with you.” He turned to me.

I exhaled, certain that he had hit his head on the way down the falls.

“You’re insane.” I said softly, shaking my head. “ You’re free to enjoy all that my clan has to offer…. But, I’m not on the menu, Alpha Jeon.”

I quickly stood up.

“Tell Alpha Kim that he can fend for himself in one of the huts we have for heats and ruts. I’ll send one of my apprentices to sew up his wounds and apply salve on him.”

“I’m afraid not, Aerin. You know what the chief said. It has to be you.” Jin grinned and I glared at him.

Jungkook was smiling too.

“Come now, angel. Just because you don’t like me ….yet… don’t shun your duties.”

Good Lord.

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“Fucking hell, what the actual fuck…” Jungkook swore and I glared at him, grabbing a strip of white linen and balling it up before pressing it into his mouth, gagging him.

He stared at me, eyes wide in surprise and mouth open around the fabric.

“Stop swearing in front of my son.” I snapped. Joowon laughed, carefully threading the twine through the eye of the cleaned needle. He dipped the twine and the needle into the warm water and the spirit again.

“Come now mother, you know I can say worse things.” He stuck his tongue out and I glared at him.

“Not in this house, you can’t. Also keep it down… I’ve just put Sera to bed.” I carefully pinched the skin over his chest together before reaching out and slipping the needle into his skin. I worked carefully and diligently, focused on the task and when I was finally done, I glanced up, only for my gaze to clash with Jungkook’s.

“I.. were you staring the whole time?” I asked, blushing. Jungkook spat the gag out and grinned, boyish and naughty.

“Can’t help it. The view is truly breathtaking.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that there are omegas here who would love to be courted by you. You haven’t met any of them yet and that is why you seem to be … so… “ I shook my head.

“Joowon ah… Who’s the most beautiful woman in this clan?” Jungkook asked firmly and my son hummed from next to me.

“Mother, of course.”

I gaped at the pair of them.

“See? I trust Joowon’s judgement implicitly. “ Jungkook shrugged.

Joowon laughed again and I didn’t miss the looks he kept tossing at the alpha. Curious but also laced with a lot of admiration. I wasn’t surprised. Joowon had never been suspicious or hesitant in offering his friendship to people. And Jungkook had regaled him with tales about hunts and fishing trips and kayak rides in rapids….. and the younger was now clearly intrigued and almost halfway to smitten with the man.

My own heart raced , pulse pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. And yet, I knew it was futile. Men like Jungkook…. They didn’t really fall in love with women like me. All these flowery words, all this flirting….it was for one thing only. And once he got it, he would leave. Of course he would.

But that was the problem. For the first time in two years, I considered it. Considered letting him have it….have me. But with it , came a nagging wish that he wasn’t joking. That perhaps, I wasn’t as….undesirable as my late husband had made me feel.

I shook my head to clear the haze of dreams, impossible girlish dreams that came with his scent and his proximity. I didn’t want to go down that road. I wasn’t… I may be younger than Jungkook but I was still too old to be courted and to start a new life with someone. Least of all someone like Jungkook.

I glanced back up at him as I carefully applied salve on the stitches, fingers light on dusky smooth skin. He was still staring at me, and as I bent in closer, his hair brushed my forehead. My eyes fell on his nipple and my mouth went dry. I breathed out and looked up at him, shaking my head and pulling away.

“You’re all done alpha.” I whispered.

His hand crept up to my knee, squeezing gently.

“I’m just getting started.” He whispered and I bit my lips, looking away.

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“Father… you shouldn’t have come .” Jungkook was groaning and I could only stare in horror , trying to process the fact that both Alpha Jeon and his wife were now standing in my hut, fussing over their son and ruffling his hair like he was five years old.

“Nonsense !” Alpha Jeon thundered, making me jump. “ You went over the waterfall and you expect me to not be worried. I brought our healer but I see the Kim clan has an exceptionally talented young healer themselves. My son looks as good as new , dear girl.” He grinned at me and I smiled shakily.

“I’m going to court her, father.” Jungkook said without any preamble and my heart dropped to my knees. Lady Jeon’s gaze snapped to me and I retreated further, clutching Sera to my chest in panic.

“No.. I.. no he’s not. I’m sorry, Alpha, I… I should go…” I dived for Joowon’s wrist, yanking my son along and moving to the door.

“Wait, child.” Lady Jeon’s voice made me still and I bit my lips, squeezing my eyes shut in horror. Surely whatever was coming…it couldn’t be good… t would be the same thing I’d heard over the years, the same threats, the same insults…

“Let me look at you.” Lady Jeon said and I trembled a bit, turning to her nervously, prepared for rejection and annoyance.

I found none.

All I could see was genuine interest that morphed into pleasure as she took in my features.

“What a beautiful girl you are.” She whispered , “ You can do so much better than my savage son, who apparently doesn’t know his way up or down a waterfall.”

Jungkook growled from the bed.

“Mother.”

Lady Jeon gave him a look.

“I’m serious. The Kim clan , I’m sure must have several fine young men, all of them willing to court her. What makes you think they would hand her over to you, Jungkook.” He said regally and I hesitated.

“I… I’ve been mated before. These are my kids.” I said hesitantly.

Lady Jeon blinked.

“Does that make a difference?”

I couldn’t respond, mind in shambles.

“Unless …what we’ve heard about the Kim clan isn’t true? And they are archaic and small minded when it comes to their women?” She said sharply, turning around to glare at my Head Alpha who looked horrified as he bowed.

“of course not , my lady..we… We all treat Aerin with the utmost respect.. She is as our daughter.”

“That is not what I asked. Has she not been courted?” Alpha Jeon asked gruffly and Jungkook made a noise of impatience.

“I’m saying I’ll court her, why is everyone-“

“Quiet Jungkook. “ Lady Jeon said sharply before turning to me.

“Have you not been courted after your husband’s death. Its unheard of for a young wolf to remain without a mate. Did none of the men in your clan step up?”

I hesitated before deciding on the truth.

“Joowon-ah? Could you go play outside for a while?” I said softly and he hesitated before glancing at Jungkook and running off. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I turned to Lady Jeon.

“They only offered to take me on as a mistress.” I said honestly, staring at my feet. “ And … I have a son. Old enough to understand these things. He… He heard his friends talk about how I was … He asked me if what they said was true…. If I was just anyone’s to use or take, now that his father was dead. I…. I had to reassure him that it wasn’t the case…. That I wouldn’t… That I didn’t need to warm anyone’s bed to survive.”

“She’s coming with us tomorrow.” Jungkook growled from the bed and I glared at him.

“Please let me finish.” I snapped. “ And yes, there are men here who feel that way but Alpha Kim is right. They have for the most part, treated me with great respect and I … I enjoy my life here. I’m not lacking for anything..” Except someone to love, someone to hold through cold winter nights, someone to share bright spring sunshine with…someone to kiss in the rain… someone who would go to war for me…

“So? You don’t accept my son’s offer of courting? Is that what you’re saying?” Lady Jeon asked gently.

“Don’t answer that.” Jungkook’s voice came from my right and I stared at him.

“Alpha Jeon…”

“Could all of you give me a moment alone with her?” Jungkook said quietly and Alpha Kim bowed.

“Please let me show you to your resting quarters.” He said gently and Jungkook’s parents shot him one last look before leaving the cabin. I stayed still as everyone filed out, one after the other.

Once it was just him and I, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Just three weeks.” He said softly, “ Give me three weeks. Three weeks and if at the end of it you tell me that you don’t want to leave your clan…I’ll accept it without argument. You’ll never see me again.”

I sighed in exhaustion.

“You’re going to be here for the three weeks of the festival anyway. My answer isn’t going to change. I’m not going to fall in love with you, alpha Jeon. ” I said quietly.

He grinned.

“I’m going to remind you of what you just said….six months from now…when you’re my wife.”

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Jungkook was out and about three days later and to my utter horror, jealousy reared its head when I saw the extent to which he was popular with the other omegas. I stayed in the sidelines, holding sera and keeping an eye on Joowon, watching Jungkook get accosted at every turn.

But Jungkook it seemed, had no interest in wooing me.

He was wooing my son.

“These are delicious, Jungkook.” Joowon said excitedly, hands full of candied fruits and honey dipped grapes.

“Stop calling him that…” I hissed , but Joowon merely stuck his tongue out at me, stuck firmly to Jungkook’s side. Jungkook sat on the hard ground of the hut, surrounded by wooden strip and workmen tools, building a miniature windmill for Joowon who had never seen one before. The wind didn’t hit the lowlands much but Jungkook’s clan lived up hill and the windmills helped bring water to the canals.

He gave me a grin, his eyes trained on my lips as I sung gently to Sera, rocking her back and forth on my arms.

“You must give some of that honeyed fruit to your mother too, won-ah… perhaps she will have something sweet to say to me.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I believe you’ve heard enough honey dipped words from the many omegas who can’t get enough of you.” I said impishly.

Jungkook laughed.

“ All I need is one word from you my lady….” He whispered and I flushed.

“ One word? No matter the question…? What word is that. ” I shook my head.

“Yes.” Jungkook smiled. “ Because it is that way with me. No matter the question , if you were the one asking, my answer would be yes.”

I stared at him, thrown by the magnitude of sincerity in his tone.

“Mother, ask him if he hates you…” Joowon giggled snapping me out of my thoughts.

I laughed and Jungkook glared.

“You’re supposed to be helping me brat.” He said with faux anger, eyes still excessively fond as he pulled my son into a playful headlock.

I watched them wrestle around Joowon smiling in a way that I had never seen him do in a long long time and my heart ached. Was it wrong… I wondered, to be this greedy? To want a lifetime of this….

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“ They say you never mourned him.” Jungkook sat on the rocking chair, shirt unbuttoned and Sera lying on his chest, the warmth of his body and the staccato of his heart lulling her to sleep . I sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, Joowon was already asleep nect to me, head resting on my lap.

I watched him, watched the large, rugged hand, so gentle on my daughter’s back, stroking her gently, as he hummed sweetly.

“there was nothing to mourn.” I whispered bitterly, threading my fingers through my son’s hair, the silky strands falling through like water.

“He wasn’t a good man then.”

I shook my head.

“He married me when I was sixteen. And when I was old enough to see him for what he was, he didn’t want me anymore. And he died because he tried to rape the Head Alpha’s daughter.” I felt that familiar sickening feeling of disgust.

Jungkook didn’t say anything merely staring off into the fire blazing in the hearth.

“Is that why you think…you’re too old?” He asked gently and I flushed.

“It didn’t help with my self esteem.” I admitted.

“And is that why you..hesitate? To tell me how you truly feel.”

“It’s complicated. I … It s not easy baring my heart to you…” I looked away.

“You’re beautiful. I want you. Everyday I feel like I’m falling deeper.” Jungkook said quietly.

I stared at him, stunned.

He turned around and smiled at me.

“It’s not complicated for me. Its hard to watch you keep me at arm’s length. It’s hard to go to sleep on the floor, knowing your warm body is at touching distance. Its hard watching these omegas mistreat you because they’re jealous of the attention you get from me. And its hard….telling myself I can’t just pull you into my arms and kiss you in front of them all so they know . ” He smiled, “But telling you how I feel? It’s not hard at all.”

I felt my mouth go dry and stared at my knees.

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“Marry me.” Jaebum had cornered me by the apothecary and I stared at him in shock.

“What?” I snapped, “ What nonsense is this? Move out of my way.”

“Alpha Kim wants Jisoo to marry Jungkook. He has asked one of us to get you out of the picture. And no one else wants another man’s sloppy seconds. I’m the only one who agreed so you should be honored. Just say yes and come with me.”

He made to grab me and I stumbled back in terror only to crahs into a broiad back, right behind me. A familiar scent and strong arms coming around to hug me.

“Perhaps, Alpha Kim should reconsider his plans. Because I’m sure he doesn’t want the entire Jeon clan to come to war with him.”

Jaebum stepped back.

“you would start a war over some omega?” He scoffed.

Jungkook grinned shaking his head.

“No. But I would start a war over my woman.”

Jaebum scoffed again before spitting at his feet and walking away. Jungkook glared at him till he disappeared from view. My limbs started trembling the moment I realized what had just happened. After years of working for these people…healing them and mending their wounds….Was this how they saw me?

I went limp in his arms and he hugged me close.

“Angel….are you alright?” Jungkook whispered and I swallowed, turning around and staring at him.

“I… They… Why would he do that?” I whispered and Jungkook reached out cupping my face gently.

“I don’t know. But he’s an idiot. As if I would let another man lay a finger on you…” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

I looked back up at him, letting my gaze fall to his lips. As if on cue the heavens opened and it began to rain… Jungkook swore, moving to find shelter but I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.

“Alpha Jeon…” I said quietly, water dripping down my face as the rain intensified . “ Will you kiss me?”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically wide. He was already dripping wet, hair falling in soaked strands into his eyes.

“Wh-What?”

“I’ve waited for many years for this kiss. A kiss in the rain. With a man who would go to war for me.”

Jungkook laughed at that and I stared as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to my forehead. Tears sprung at the tender gesture and I gripped the fabric of his tunic hard. Laughing I buried my face into his chest, as he pressed a multitude of kisses on top of my head.

“Angel. When I kiss you for the first time…it’s not going to stop with a kiss.” He winked.

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Leaving my clan was easier, when I reminded myself of what they had done. But I did my duty, offering my greetings and farewell to all the elders, before moving to link my fingers with Jungkook , who held Sera in his arms.

“ I owe you my gratitude. Because you’ve kept her safe all these years. But from now she holds no ties to your clan.” Jungkook said firmly, and I stepped closer to him.

I watched as Jungkook’s father shared a ceremonial glass of wine with the head alpha.

And just like that, I was no longer a Kim.

I was a Jeon.

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“Mother…” I whispered , mortified , watching Lady Jeon, wrap my daughter in her baby clothes, Packing her clothes and Joowon’s clothes as well. “ Please it isn’t necessary.”

“Nonsense. Jungkook and you need to spend time together. Alone. And I need to spend time with my grandchildren. I’ve already missed out on nine years of Joowon’s life , I refuse to miss out on another second. Besides, he has never seen a windmill he says? My husband has made arrangements for us to pitch our tents right next to one.”

I could only smile and watch as my excitable son practically bounced off the wall, eager to go on a trip with halmeoni and harabeoji.

Jungkook stood next to me, wrapping both arms around me.

“Say the word and We’ll leave in a hour right behind them.” He said gently and I smiled, shaking my head.

“No… your parents want this. I can tell. Let them enjoy some time with their grandkids.”

“Excellent.” Jungkook gripped my shoulders and turned me around.

“I’m in the mood for some honeyed words.” I said quietly.

“Jeon Aerin. My angel. Mine and Mine forever.” He said softly.

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Six months later :

Jungkook pressed kisses down my back and I grinned into the sheets, watching the springtime sun spill into our room, soaking the sheets in warmth . I stretched as he gently turned me over, feather light kisses on my belly, now slightly curved . He pressed his ears to the taut skin, listening.

“What is that, pup? Oh…yes.. yes yes… You’re right . Absolutely right.” He pulled away and climbed top of me, gently parting my thighs before slotiing himself in between. I sighed as he pressed against me, gently pushing in till he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“God, that feels good…” I whispered and Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to my ear before biting the lobe between his teeth.

“Know what our pup just told me , wife? “ He whispered and I looked at him, curious.

“What?”

“Well, he told me that I should remind you that you were so sure you would never fall in love with me.”

I shrugged.

“I’m sure you were once, pretty sure that you would never get washed over the waterfall.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Touché. So we both admit we’re wrong ?”

“The perfect marriage.”

Jungkook kissed me nose before beginning to move gently inside me again and I closed my eyes in bliss.

Someone to hold during cold winter nights.

Someone to kiss in the rain.

Someone to love in the springtime sun…

Someone like Jeon Jungkook, the perfect alpha.

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