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[gollancz]

Double, transatlantic celebration with @torbooks as TRESS OF THE EMERALD SEA clocked in TWO top ten bestseller positions over the weekend.

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[fuck-customers]

June 21st. Another one of 'I'm mad at my manger'.

We got in a shipment of money trees which I put inside cause they get damaged very easily if they stay outside. Also I had like zero space to put them inside so I put them on the empty orchid table. Ofcourse on my day off they were moved in the atrium. So the next day I moved them back inside. Manager comes by and says 'I moved the money tress in the atrium who moved them back (inside)'. I say I did and as I try to explain why they can't be in the atrium, she interrupts me and snaps back with 'well you do what you want since you don't need a manager'.

Like? I guess my manager thinks I'm an idiot and she saw it as her authority being challenged. God forbid I try to make sure the plants don't end up drowning or gettin sunburned *or* damaged by the wind cause they get damaged that easily. But when I have to start throwing them out cause they're dying, she's gonna come back to me saying I'm not taking care of them I'm costing the store loss of money blah blah blah. But no, don't let me explain why they can't be outside, I must be some sort of dumbass who doesn't know you can't put a money tree in a wind tunnel where they will get over watered the next time it rains and might get burned by the sun also. She wants me to put them outside, I'll maliciously comply and put them outside so they can get damaged. It's apparently what she wants anyway.

Posted by admin Rodney

[sook9i]

— I SAID LOOK

. . . GENRE ! yeonjun x afab!reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! dom!yj, sub!reader, implied edging, fingering, mirror sex, choking, yj kinda rough, some marking (tried to keep readers skin color ambiguous as possible tho is it described that red from bite marks can be seen), finger sucking 😞, reader naked while jun is still semi-clothed, reader is a little…dazed, pet names (yeonjun called junnie; reader called baby, darling, handsome, pretty, & cute), i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything !

. . . WORD COUNT ! 772

. . . NOTES ! I hope you enjoy our first fic !! yeonjun posted that fucking photo and i lost all coherent thought 😵‍💫

. . . ADMIN ! written by fairy cal 🐱

“Come on, baby.” The voice is silky, devilish, right up behind your ear. “Look at me.”

Your head is filled to the brink with fog. All senses dulled and yet turned up to one hundred. The firm feeling of his thighs spread out beneath yours is driving you crazy. Yet the sound of his command swims in and out of your ears, never sticking. Your only response is to let out a high-pitched whine as you struggle to grind your hips back into his.

The movement is quickly brought to end as he delivers a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh, drawing out a gasp.

“No, darling,” His hand travels up your thigh and over your hips and stomach, fingers fleeting on your bare sternum, until a strong grip takes hold of your chin. “I said look.”

Your head is yanked away from his comforting shoulder, forced forward straight at the mirror. Yeonjun’s half-lidded eyes meet yours in the reflection. His black tresses dangle down into his sight-light, drawing more attention to the sly smirk hanging on his lips.

Oh how proud he is of himself to have you like this.

Focusing on yourself in the full-length, you see just how much damage he’s already done. Your neck is littered in red, unlikely to disappear for the next couple of days; Your thighs draped wide on top of his reveal the leaking wet in between them. He has you completely naked, while only his top remains bare. Looking into your eyes, the gaze is far away and you let out another soft whine. His other hand, draped upon your lap, inches ever closer to where you need him most. Still, he continues to refuse you.

He’d been so tired coming back into the hotel room. Shoulders sagging, eyes heavy, you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. Thinking maybe a massage or running him a bath perhaps. Three ruined orgasms later, you can barely think beyond how desperate you are for his touch.

“Aren’t you so handsome? Look at how pretty I’ve made my baby.” Suddenly so much more energetic the moment he had you in his lap, quickly submitting to every touch.

Two long fingers poke at your lips, signaling you to open them. You gladly do, letting the rough pads run across your tongue, pushing down the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. The gag reflex pushes back up your throat, you swallow it as it’s replaced with a whiny moan.

He pulls the fingers away and you quickly peel your eyes back open, watching dazedly as he trails them down to your clit. Keeping with a soft touch, he begins circling the nub, barely pressing down. He moves at a torturous pace. A mewl breaks out of your lips, squeaky and needy. The deep vibrations of his chuckle shake against your back. Every movement of his bare skin against you drives you deeper into a haze. The two fingers dip further down, spreading slick up and down your folds, toying at your wanting entrance.

“J-Junnie, please! Please, I’ll be so so good for you! Promise-Just please give me anything, please!” Your voice hikes up, feeling tears begin to bubble up in your eyes. Need taking over, your hips buck against his hold, trying for any sort of relief you can get.

“God,” Fingernails dig into your sides as he stops your movements. “You’re so fucking cute.”

In a moment his lips swallow up yours. Eating up every delicious moan that spills out once he finally pushes his fingers into you. The pace he sets is fast revealing a need comparable to yours. Two fingers stretch out your walls again and again with a slight sting, yet you still want more. Yeonjun seems to think the same as he soon adds in another. That draws out a moan which he lets ring out, pulling away from your lips and back down to your neck. There his teeth scrape on the red skin. Pain fogs up your senses until it leaks into aphrodisiacal pleasure. Bombarded with so many sensations when he places his thumb back to roll circles around your clit; your head lolls back onto his shoulder and your eyes screw shut. The sounds you release grow higher and louder with every second past. Your high creeps up closer and closer, so close to finally getting there.

Yeonjun’s free hand soon finds purchase tight around your neck; grip harsh when he squeezes and forces your head back up. “I told you to look, baby. Watch how I ruin you.”

[poesieig]

2023-10-31 Les mains tachées Les DMs cochonnés

j'ai des cicatrices partout les mains tachées | c'est peut-être le chat ou des paper cut | je saurais pas dire ça me laisse indifférent | peut-être qu'elle avait le cancer peut-être qu'elle le disait pas

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un nouveau bootleg de Leloup est apparu tel le Sauveur, inattendu | ça a mis du baume le temps que j'me remette aux chaudrons | mais les taches aussi apparaissent subites et inattendues comme on dit, à ma job | c'est même pas des lignes fines c'est des p'tits carrés tous cochonnés

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ça m'a manqué d'écrire comme l'inspiration m'a manqué | mais j'ai repris l'écriture de quelques rêves quand le setting est cool pis que j'ai peur | | | autrement je trouve ça fake en tabarnak je suis admin d'un Discord rempli d'Européens pis une fille du Québec y'a pas grand monde avec qui j'irais prendre une bière tranquille mais ça occupe tout mon temps quand personne d'autre ne me parle | personne ne me parle c'est pas plus mal

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mais j'trouve quand même le temps de sortir faire rire ma partner de bureau en m'habillant en Tina Belcher | trouver l'excitation de retrouver la gang de Sex Education, saison 4 et m'ennuyer de Lily, de ses space fantasies mais quand même être flabergasté par les wow de Ruby Matthews | ben oui, c'est ça, sue me, j'aime les totons cancel me, un de plus un de moins | je root quand même plus pour Adam que pour n'importe quel autre personnage de la série

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I miss being shocked au point de fixer mon écran pendant deux heures straight comme j'viens de faire, en réécoutant The Exorcist pour la première fois depuis genre 1999/2001 | I miss voir du contenu de qualité sans jouer les héros du quotidien en saupoudrant à tous vents des they/them | get me wowed by something else than huge knockers

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où sont mes copains du secondaire? Vacherot, Duplessis, Barbacki, Robillard, Lormeus on a tous tourné le dos à fucking Brébeuf avec raison gang de gnochons | mais c'est comme mes mains j'ai beau ignorer les taches les cicatrices sont là c'est moi | mes coordonnées sont à jour mon profil est pas caché du public vous pouviez pas me contacter? | bullshit vous vouliez pas me contacter speak the truth

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j'écoute pour la millième fois la musique de All About Lily Chouchou | j'espère un jour pouvoir dire à Laurianne l'impact que ce film a eu sur moi à quel point il m'accompagne toujours depuis 20 ans | | je fais pas l' Arabesque mais je l'écoute je la ressens je l'aime

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J'suis pas sûr d'être encore à la bonne page j'ai pas mal quitté le groupe des Geek même si je les aime, mais les fautes de français, j'suis plus capable | | | j'ai pas mal quitté la fille que je fréquentais même si je l'aime mais quand les tatouages prennent tout la place surtout dans face moi j'prends mon bord

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j't'aime pu, Instagram les images de mes amies ont laissé la place à de la publicité pis des débats qui ne m'allument plus du tout | j'veux moins de plantes pis plus de tresses et de fur boots | j'suis du passé j'ai plus de dignité | j'ai toujours pas répondu à la lettre de mon amie reçu en janvier dernier parce que j'sais plus quoi dire | j'ai perdu espoir de faire rire j'me contente de nourrir mon chat et regarder mes mains dépérir | j'suis sans avenir

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©Jean Derome Mardi 31 octobre 2022, 23h50

[ruki--mukami]

(Hi Admin! It's nice to meet you! I've submitted asks on some old accounts of mine, and I just love the way you portray Ruki, your writing is amazing. I've always wanted to start a Role-play blog, but I've been kind of nervous. I've been role-playing for years, but I haven't done so on Tumblr before, anyways I really am looking forward to future interactions with you, and I hope you enjoy them too. Also I hope I didn't make this too long, I wasn't sure how much to write.)

Ryoutei Academy was quiet today, aside from the normal student chatter, lockers opening and closing, and the footsteps of people running trying not to miss the first bell to class. When it did ring everyone rushed inside their classrooms. Emily walked through the hallways with a schedule in her hand as she looked around at everything with curiosity in her eyes. She felt a little lost, she had only been on land for a short time, so everything was sort of new to her. After getting turned around in the big school multiple times, she had given up. She'd tried to ask for help but everyone seemed to be busy and when the bell rang, there was no one left to help her.

Thankfully though she ended up right by the library, reading was something that she had come to enjoy, the stories that humans wrote were always so fascinating. In water you couldn't really read books, nor could you enjoy them with any sort of technology. But despite that, she did know how to read, she came across multiple human writings on the walls of shipwrecks and old stone tablets. Of course, she had come to land to produce children like any normal race, however mostly out of curiosity. Upon arriving on land she had read a few books that she loved, and now she had just found a whole library of them.

After a few minutes, her eyes locked on a beautiful man, and a slight blush spread across her face as she admired him for a few minutes. Emily watched as he read his book looking so focused, but after a while, his gaze shifted from his book and onto her. His steel blue eyes locked onto her, she felt a shiver run through her body, but also she felt strangely warm at the same time. “Ummm, sorry for staring, I just was looking for someone to help me out. I can't reach the books I want on the top shelves. S-so do you mind helping me?” Emily couldn't help but stutter slightly the blush still evident on her face, his gaze was so intimidating, she could barely look him in the eyes. Despite his intimidating presence, she managed a smile smile.

"It's quite alright. From the looks of it, you seem somewhat lost. Is it possible you're the new transfer student I've heard of at this academy? If so, then it's only natural you'd require help."

After nearing the uppermost shelf, Ruki reached for the book she wanted with ease, promptly handing it to her as he set his own tome against the pocket of his lattice school uniform pants. Upon closer inspection, the scent this young woman emitted resembled neither a human nor any demonic race he has met thus far. Faint hints of marine notes as well as spoondrift permeated the air around them, or so the Vampire thought. For now though, he intently observed the other's coral-colored tresses and refulgent eyes, well aware of the effect his mien tended to have on people.

"Here you are," he said once the book rested in her hands, secretly finding the florid hue of her pallor and the way she refused to meet his gaze slightly enticing. "I'm Mukami Ruki. And you are? Based on the book you wanted me to get for you, I can only assume your taste in literature is rather… peculiar. Not that I'm complaining, of course. In fact, meeting other avid readers is a pleasure of mine. It's rare to meet frequent visitors of this library, much less those who investigate their collection despite their short time here. There are plenty of authors with similar works that I'd like to recommend to you if you end up enjoying this particular book."

Subtle ticks of a clock's minute hand filled the otherwise eerie silence Ryotei's library was known for around this hour, indicating to the Vampire that class would soon begin. Seeing that the enigmatic girl held a paper in her hands, he assumed it was none other than her schedule. Curious, he glanced down, then back at her taupe hues.

"Since I've already been informed of someone new joining our class, then that must mean you're a third-year, much like myself. I was just about to head for the classroom after my excursion to the library, so you're welcome to join me there if you'd like. It would be most uncouth to arrive tardy, even if you still have yet to learn your way around these halls."

Beckoning her towards the library's double doors, Ruki headed for the exit, engrossing text in hand. While he would've preferred to spend his time finishing the chapter that piqued his interest, he certainly didn't mind acquainting himself with potential prey. Hidden behind a seemingly ordinary visage lied a parched throat and sharp ivories that punctured through flesh like paper, but he exercised self-restraint as always, feigning a gentle smile.

"Follow me."

🧩 Ah, thank you so much and welcome to Tumblr!! When I first received your ask, I was actually so pleased to read through every word of your message and this starter! It truly warms my heart I was able to inspire someone to make their own blog here on Tumblr, and let me tell you, you're doing a great job. Your writing style flows smoothly and was very fun for me to read. I look forward to our interactions as well and Emily seems like such a sweetheart—even though this is my first introduction to her, I'm already very intrigued and drawn to her. Also don't worry about the length, I accept asks of just about any length whether it's a one-liner or it's multiple paragraphs long. Take care and have a great rest of your day. ^^ 🧩

[thebiasrekkers]

Dream of Red [2]

For the BTS Fabled Collaboration Project sponsored by @ksmutclub and @whipped-kpop-creators.

Plot: A vain and jealous Queen sets in motion a series of events that will force two lovers to face what they mean to each other.

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: established relationship | dark fantasy | angst | romance/fluff | smut | dark fable/fairy tale

Pairings: Wolf!Taehyung x OC [Red]

Featuring: BigBadWolf!Namjoon, Blacksmith!Yoongi/FormerSeelie!Yoongi, Unseelie!Jimin

Warnings: Blood, violence, wolf fight, minor character death, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids), mentions of ‘claiming’, biting/marking, oral sex

Previous Part: Prequel

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 18.6k

AN: This work is by Admin E and Admin T - we are coming out the woodwork, ladies and gentleman. This is the second and final part to the main story/concept that was originally thought up. Admin E would like to blame the length on Admin T and Admin T will plead the fifth! Please enjoy!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E & Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

The sun filtered through trees playing along the skin, kissing more color into the owner’s pores. He couldn’t help but marvel at the form close to him. She was so at home amongst the leaves and foliage. Their naked bodies were supported by loam and moss, as if the forest acted to help keep their secret.

Taehyung’s pupils were blown outward as the scent of her reached him again. Fortunately, his willpower won as he was simply content to be in her presence. How he wished he could have her this way at night. How would she look with the blessing of Luna dancing through her eyes? His gaze narrowed, breath still, as she turned to snuggle further into his chest. 

There was the self-satisfied smirk that barely lifted the corner of his mouth. “I wish I could let you sleep, little Red.” A grunt of dissatisfaction under the whisper before he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “...but we know you have little time to return to your village.”

She kept sleeping as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Taehyung wished that was the case, “Red, you must wake now. The sun is high and you move too slow.” He knew the tease would rifle her enough to get her moving. 

The Wolf knew that he needed to play along - for now. Because it was the only way they could have their moments together.

A pout formed on her lips, the latter remark being the nudge needed to finally push her to being fully awake. She opened one umber eye and glared at him through her dark curls. “Who is slow?” Slowly, the other eye opened. “I know it is not me whom you speak of.”

Taehyung’s laugh rumbled in the air as he pushed an errant curl behind her ear. “Ah, she wakes at last.” A brow ticked upward as she glared at him. “Now, now - I cannot help that you have to keep up these airs around the town folk. Unfortunately, it does make you relatively slow.” He leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead. “We all have our shortcomings, little Red.” 

She huffed, unappreciative to his continued jabs on her speed. It was unfair, of course, seeing as how she was restricted to human movements. But that didn’t mean Taehyung would tease her less about it. Red shoved her hand in his face, pushing him away from her as she rolled over in the lush grass. Finally, she sat up, her dark tresses falling about her bare shoulders and back. Taehyung laughed softly, unable to take his eyes off every elegant curve that made up her entire being.

Red reached for her dress and began slipping her arms and head through the openings, refusing to say anything to him. She then snatched at the crimson mantle that apparently got blown a few feet away during their lovemaking. 

He still smiled, head braced on an upturned palm as she gave him the silent treatment. Taehyung’s hungry gaze lingered on every dip and dimple. He was so focused - that he didn’t realize he was growling. It was something akin to a chuff, a vocalization of low sound. Something he did right before he’d threaten to shred every piece of fabric from her body. “What I wouldn’t give to see you bathed in moonlight.” 

She laughed. It resembled that of a bell tinkling in the distance, reminding him that while Red was human - she wasn’t all human. There was that touch of Fae in her that lingered on the surface of her brown skin. It was that very same blood that allowed her to see him, touch him, and even converse with him in the manner they had for so many years now.

“That’s impossible,” she murmured, pulling the crimson mantle over her shoulders. Red continued to look away from him as a soft breeze threw her curls off to the side - further hiding her from his view. “You already know the reason why.”

“It won’t stop me from wanting it, Red.” He stood, pulling on his pants while she dropped that crimson cloak over her shoulders. He couldn’t help the bitter tone in his voice. The time didn’t matter to their kind, those touched by magicks and blessed by deities long thought gone; her scent on the breeze as her hair tousled on the wind. “I’ll always want that. I--” His teeth snapped shut as he gripped the shirt in his hands. “...I know why.” 

Humans. 

Humans were scared of things they didn’t understand. Humans and their fear of the unknown so lost from the old ways they couldn’t connect with the miracles around them. Taehyung shrugged into the shirt carelessly, buttons flying in his irritation. “We can leave, you know? We could just…” He didn’t finish - he wouldn’t finish that thought. 

Because they went through that once before - and it didn’t end well.

Her shoulders visibly stiffened at the suggestion. A handful of seconds and he watched them relax. It was a tender subject, one he tried not to bring to light repeatedly. He knew Red wasn’t ignorant to his concerns, his wishes - because they mirrored her own.

Finally, she twisted her upper body so that she was now facing him. Her umber tones gave away no secrets as she lifted her hands to reach for the hood of her cloak. Smiling, she slid the hood over her dark curls and he noticed that it was a smile that did not reach her eyes. 

“Greed is destructive, Tahyung,” Red said, her voice soft and heavy in the same breath, “it destroys everything.”

And no one knew that destruction better than him. So he tried hard to keep the vow made. Never would he put them - put her in that danger ever again. Longer fingers danced over her shoulders, his nostrils flaring against that crimson prison hiding her from him. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. A man in love who longs to love his person can say selfish things.” Taehyung molded himself against her back.

He could feel her breathing. He could smell the faint salt in the air. Red was trying not to cry. Instead, he heard her take another breath as her heartbeat rang in his ears. “Taehyung…”

“I know, one day, this will all be over for us—the secrecy.” This forest. This village. One day, it would be behind them. He held her tighter as if he wanted more than anything just to steal her away. It hurt his soul to let her go. “Until tomorrow.” Tae found his voice, willing himself to release her, to step back before the creature inside him gave in to the urge.

Red tilted her head forward slightly. “Until tomorrow.” 

Reaching down, she scooped up the small wicker basket and straightened her posture. He watched her gaze linger a moment longer before Red turned and walked away - disappearing into the thick, dense forest and being swallowed by the shadows within. 

Tae waited with bated breath until the sound of her footsteps no longer echoed in the air. He waited until she crossed that thin veil that kept them safe. He knew then that she was gone, and his world was cold again. He let out a long sigh as another sound, faint, tickled his ears. 

“You can stop hiding, Aithne.” He grumbled as a black cat with a fiery red patch on its chest lounged on a branch above him. You could swear the cait-sidhe was smiling. 

“Tsk, Tsk, Wolf. You surprise me. Surely I thought the two of you would have ensconced yourselves on the other side of the veil by now.” The feline seemed to admire its claws. “It’s almost time for the courts to change. And if I recall…” The cat tilted its head in Taehyung’s direction. 

The Wolf’s claws tore at the bark of the tree. “I know what it means, you nosy feline.” His head tilted up the length of the tree. “It’s not exactly an easy feat to manage as long as we have.” They held each other’s gaze in a long, heavy silence.

“Taehyung, the humans are becoming a nuisance. She becomes more and more radiant with each change of the season. They’re going to notice sooner or later that she is more than.” The creature spoke with an almost sibilant hiss. “The veil around the forest needs to be stronger and stronger each time you two are together.” Taehyung finally looked away, focusing on tucking his shirt into his pants. “Especially when you two are together.” 

“I know, Aithne! I know.” He tousled the dark, disheveled strands from his face. “I can’t…” His fingers dug into his waist, eyes closed, teeth grinding in his frustration. “I can’t just steal her away! Especially if they are catching on to her. That would put her in even more danger.” His brow furrowed as he looked up to the feline. “You know how close they came to stumbling into the land of Fae.” 

The cait-sidhe sighed as it stretched its hindquarters. “I know well, Wolf. There was a heavy toll paid to keep them away.” The feline hopped down, landing perfectly on its feet. The creature was nigh on three feet in height without its glamour. The dark green of its eyes seemed to glimmer with regret. 

The girl was too young at the time, and so was he. No one had heard of such a thing!  A halfling being a wolf’s mate. But humans were stupid, vapid things. Always willing to destroy something instead of trying to coexist. 

The cait-sidhe’s gaze fell to the forest floor. “Be careful, Taehyung. It’s not just the humans you need to watch out for this time.” 

The lines in Taehyung’s forehead deepened. 

The Summer Court was almost in session. Which meant that the Fae would be on the prowl on the human side. Red was well over the age to be swept away. But he knew what life would be like for a halfling in the most arrogant of the Court. It’s why her mother disappeared. No. Why her mother chose to turn her back on everything she’d ever known.

“Thank you, Aithne. I understand.” Taehyung tilted his head toward the direction of the trail Red used. 

“I hope you do, Taehyung.” The cait-sidhe turned in that direction as well. “For all of our sakes.” 

Red sighed, her heart heavy with some unnamable feeling. She couldn’t call it sadness. She wouldn’t dare label it as longing. Perhaps it was remorse. Part of her was both sincere and full of guile, all in the same instance. It was inescapable. Her life was full of intricately woven lies, both for safety and selfishness. Some lies were harmless, and others should tear many hearts asunder should they ever come to light. Her own would not be exempt.

“Little Red!”

Her brooding thoughts were immediately knocked from her head momentarily. Looking around, she spied the village baker, Victor, waving her down. Smiling, she approached him as he held out a bundle wrapped in hempen cloth. Just as she was about to fish out some coin from within her basket, the baker shook his head and placed a hand atop the basket’s handle.

“Your mother has already paid for the goods, Red,” he said while smiling, “I was just a little busier than normal this morning, so I had no bread ready to give when she happened upon me. I promised to have it delivered later.”

Red smiled as she removed her hand from the basket. “Then I suppose it is good fortune that I happened to return to the village when I did.”

Was it luck that she was always at the right place and at the right time? Perhaps. Or perhaps it was something otherworldly altogether.

“You’re such a good girl, Red. Going off every morning to fetch herbs for your mother.”

“Mother is always so busy with house calls.” A warm feeling reached her cheeks. “It’s the least I can do.”

Victor chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Run along, dear.”

She waved farewell to him, making sure she held onto the bread and that it didn’t mix in with the herbs tucked away in the basket. If her mother was still attending to patients in the village, she needed to hurry home to prepare a good meal for her when she returned. Red was doing her best to study medicine under her mother’s tutelage, but during the harsher seasons, it was challenging to balance work and study. Red knew that her mother’s apothecary skills were needed more than ever during the colder months. With summer’s approach, she also knew there would be a little more time to assist her mother and focus on her studies.

It didn’t take long for Red to reach their home - a modest cottage just on the outskirts of the village. They were close enough to be considered part of the community but sequestered away so they could maintain a level of privacy. People in the town found it to be unusual in the beginning. But after a time, they came to accept it as part of Red’s mother’s slightly eccentric nature. 

Birds chirped happily as she pushed her way inside, closing the wooden door behind her so the latch would catch. She set the basket and carefully wrapped bread on the table, her hands moving to her cloak. Red swept the mantle off her shoulders with a swift motion and hung it up on a wooden rung near the door - rolling up her sleeves to begin her work around the kitchen.

After preparing the kettle for tea and the cauldron with water, Red settled to chop vegetables by the window. Her mind wandered to the conversation she had with Taehyung just moments ago. For him to bring up the issue again worried her. It wasn’t like him to get swept up in his emotions in that manner. The Wolf wasn’t one to reveal fear or doubt to her or any other creature that dared to cross his path. 

Something is wrong…

It was the only thought she could dredge up that made sense. Something was wrong. The Wolf was a creature of old magic, part of an even older race that was now scattered across the four corners of the realm. She recalled Taehyung once telling her that it would take the lifetimes of dozens of humans to pass before he ever saw another of his kind. Sometimes longer.

She remembered thinking how lonely that must have been upon reaching such a revelation.

Regardless of his worries or their shared wants, Red knew she could never leave her mother. She would never entertain the idea, no matter how many thousands of times it was suggested to her. Red knew the sacrifices her mother made to raise her all alone. She never knew her father and only assumed he was dead. Her mother rarely spoke of him, but when she did, there was a sort of sadness in her eyes that sank into Red’s core, causing her pain.

“Mother…”

There was a soft rapping at her door, causing Red to almost drop the knife in her hand. When she looked up, she saw a red fox pawing at the window. His golden eyes peered at her curiously, the canine’s head canting slightly to the side as it waited for her to grant him entrance. Red half sighed, half laughed as a wave of relief washed over her. Reaching forward, she unlatched the window and pushed it open - watching the fox leap inside without a second glance.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Briarden?”

The fox flicked his ears back and forth, prancing around the kitchen before leaping onto the kitchen table. He sat on his haunches, a black socked paw lifting to point in her direction. “Do not play the fool, Red. You know why I have come.” The fox - no, the reynard set his paw down on the wooden surface. “You grow bolder by the day.”

Huffing air through her nostrils, she turned away from the fox and resumed chopping the vegetables. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know what I am referring to.” The reynard suddenly appeared on the counter to her left. “Either that or the Wolf is growing stupid in his old age.”

Red smothered down the urge to roll her eyes. “According to him, he is still in his prime - young, in fact.”

“That makes him even more of a fool.”

A harsh sound echoed throughout the kitchen as she slammed her knife down on the cutting board. “Why are you here, Briarden?”

The fox’s tail swished back and forth in annoyance. “To warn you.” 

What displeasure she felt with Briarden’s unannounced visit was quickly doused with concern. “...warn me of what?”

“This tryst cannot continue. It is taking everything we have in the lower courts to hide it. The thicker the veil, the more it will be seen.” Red took note of the worry furrowing over the red and white muzzle marks just over the fox’s eyes. “It is practically a beacon!”

There was a heavy thump near Red’s chest, echoing down to her ribcage. She’d feared this would come to pass, but she believed that she had more time. More time to explain to her mother what was happening and more time to understand just what she was. She’d chastised Taehyung for being greedy earlier, but had it, in fact, been her own greed instead?

“Briarden, I-”

“The courts are going to change soon.”

Red felt the knife slip from her fingers and clattered to the floor. Was it already time? Surely not.

Watching the reynard leap onto the windowsill, he chanced a glance over his shoulder. “...you and your mother might still have a chance. A small one, but a chance just the same.” 

Red could only imagine what kind of look was on her face at that moment. 

“Iron clothes.” The fox sighed, shaking his fur a measure before looking out across the forest. “Relay my words to your mother.”

And before Red could ask for the reynard to further explain his cryptic words, he dashed off into the forest as silent and swiftly as he’d come.

The look of turmoil that painted over her daughter’s face was hard to miss. But Cardia could not afford to entertain it. Birariden’s message was clear. There was little time, especially if the courts were scheduled to switch to who was in power. And if her timing was as accurate as it always was, then she already knew who would be in the seat of power next.

Titania, she thought, her eyes darting over her work desk hurriedly, the games will be afoot soon.

Her arm swept over the surface, knocking all of her books and documents into the empty sack off to the side. Red’s voice was a distant echo around her ears, muffled and concerned. But Cardia quickly set about moving around the house. She would need to leave before sunset. The sooner she disappeared into the forest, the safer her daughter would be.

“Mother, please!” 

Cardia was stopped as her arm was wrenched back by her daughter, gripping onto it, halting her movements altogether. When she looked over her shoulder, her eyes widened slightly as tears began to stream down Red’s cheeks. There was clear desperation dancing in the child’s umber and hazel tones, which gave Cardia a well-needed pause in her manic movements.

Slowly, she turned and grasped onto Red’s wrist, gently removing her hand away from her. “Red, listen to me…”

“Where are you going?!” Red all but pleaded with her, and the broken sound in her daughter’s voice, a voice that was usually so vibrant, caused Cardia to sigh. 

“I have to go, my daughter.” Cardia reached up to cup her daughter’s cheeks in her palms. “I have to leave.”

“But why? Why must you leave?” Red pressed her hands against the backs of Cardia’s. “Please, take me with you!”

The former Fae of the Summer Court shook her head. “No, I’m afraid I cannot let you accompany me. It is far too dangerous in the forests. There are things that lurk in the shadows, ready to claim you for their own.”

Red seemed dissatisfied with this answer. Cardia already knew why. After all, hadn’t she traversed in the woods countless times to retrieve herbs for her? She was not ignorant of the forests or their winding paths. But Cardia knew the truth. She knew that the forest Red knew was the forest where she would be travelling to. To protect her daughter, she would have to return to that place. To that world.

To the land of the Fae.

“Do not leave me alone, Mother!”

Cardia stroked her hand through her daughter’s dark tresses before pulling her into a hug. “You won’t be alone. Your uncle will be here to look after you.”

Red stiffened against her chest. It wasn’t hard to discern where her concerns were stemming from. As far as her daughter knew, they only had each other. There were no others. So who was this “family” that she was speaking of now?

Pulling away from Red, Cardia swiftly resumed packing all of her belongings. Every single trace in the home that connected her would come with her. Only Red would be left behind. It was safer that way. It was the only way that this would work.

Because her daughter was half-Fae. Her human side would keep her safe just a little bit longer.

Making her way to the door, she threw the last of the items she had into the back of the wooden cart hooked to a mule. Cardia rushed forward and collected her daughter into her arms once more. It would be some time before she was able to see her again. If fortune smiled on them, it would be sooner rather than later. Either way, Red would be safe from the clutches of the Summer Court for just a little while longer.

“Farewell, my sweet daughter...my Little Red.” Tears brimmed her eyes, and she pulled her daughter just a little closer. “...until we meet again, stay safe.”

And before her daughter could further pull at the strings of her heart, Cardia rushed to the front of the cart and urged the mule down the winding path into the forest. The sun was beginning to sink over the canopy of trees. It wouldn’t be long before twilight kissed its lover, disappearing in a glow covered in darkness.

 “Uncle, please let me go!”

The man said nothing, causing Red to sob softly. He moved throughout the cottage methodically, picking up tools here and there. The sun had long since set, and yet he began to stoke the fires outside, his leather apron tied around his waist and his thick leather gloves slid over his hands. Her uncle was a blacksmith by trade, and upon his arrival, he immediately ordered Red to prepare the furnace so he could work.

This was madness. She didn’t know what was happening and it was happening far too quickly. Even if it was a desperate situation, she still wanted to know what was happening. What was going to happen? And, above all, Red knew she had to find a way to let Taehyung know what was transpiring. If something were amiss, he would sense it immediately. The wolf would search for answers, and he would do so regardless of the obstacles in his way.

As gentle as he was with her, Red knew what he was capable of. She knew the fire and rage that lay dormant behind those golden eyes in his true form. Because there was a time, long ago, when she almost fell prey to those very same flames. Red was but a child back then, and the wolf was lost, wounded, and very very hungry.

Just as he passed her for the dozenth time, Red grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt. She didn’t bother hiding the tears. She was afraid. She was terrified of what was about to happen and the ominous words left by Briarden and her mother.

“Uncle Yoongi, please tell me what is happening! I must know!”

“Foolish girl,” he grunted, shaking her off so hard that she fell to the floor, “be still and let me work!”

But Red would not be brushed aside. Like a petulant child, she clung to the leg of her uncle’s pants - refusing to let him take another step. “T-Then please let me go to the forest and retrieve the herbs needed to tend to the patients in the village! I beg of you!” Her grip tightened on his trousers. “Mother wouldn’t want me abandoning them!”

She watched her uncle turn slowly around, shifting his weight so that he was now down on his haunches in front of her. There was a moment of silence as she saw his eyes studying her closely. Then a knowing smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.

“When morning comes, you will not be allowed to set one foot outside of this place.”

It was like Red had been punched straight in the gut. What air remained in her lungs quickly expelled through her lips, forcing her to gasp for more oxygen. She didn’t hear that correctly, did she? There must have been some kind of mistake.

“W-What do you mean by -”

Suddenly, her uncle grabbed her chin harshly - forcing her to lift her head up, and she cried out involuntarily from the unexpected action. Red tried to pull away from his grip, but it merely tightened to the point of it being painful. This time, tears leaked from her eyes as she was forced to stare into the harsh gaze of her uncle.

“There is a chance that your mother will die. She is risking her life by leaving you here and going into the forest alone.”

Red’s lower lip trembled as she recalled the sad look that painted over her mother’s features moments before she was pulled into her embrace. “M-Mother is-”

“And it’s all because of your foolishness.” His eyes narrowed. “You...and that wolf.”

This time, a gurgling noise of horror bubbled inside of Red’s throat. How could he have known that? How did he know?! 

...does that mean Mother knew as well?

But who would be there to answer that question? No one. Clearly, her uncle would provide her with no relief to the queries that continued to plague and mount her thoughts with each passing second.

Without another word, he shoved her away and resumed heading to the back of the cottage. Red was left stunned, still on the floor, wondering just what was about to transpire. And yet, the tears continued to fall in waves until she was left with no choice but to sob openly into her palms. As the hours pressed on well into the night, Red’s sobs were silenced as she drifted in and out of consciousness on the floor.

Only the sound of her uncle’s hammer hitting the anvil remained constant as all else was shrouded in shadow.

The moon shimmered fat and full on the surface of a lake. The forest was alive and busy as the seasonal change was upon them. Taehyung’s anxiety only seemed to grow since Red left him that afternoon. Maybe it was Aithne’s appearance that caused the sensation to fill his stomach. So much so that he had barely eaten his meal. 

“That’s unlike you, old friend.” Taehyung scoffed softly at the sound of the Unseelie Fae’s presence. “You could decimate the forest should you choose.” 

Jimin stepped into the light of the moon. Taehyung’s gaze shifted to the edge of the brush. 

Now he had indeed lost his appetite.

“To what do I owe the honor, Jimin?” He wanted so badly to smile for one of the few people he called a friend. But Taehyung didn’t believe in coincidences. Not like this. “It has been too long indeed, my friend. I fear I cannot offer you a more jovial welcome. Because you make for the third ill omen and the day has yet to end.” His brow furrowed as Jimin stood silently.

“Ever astute, Wolf.” Jimin stepped forward, dropping down next to Taehyung at the lake’s rim. “Gods, I missed being out here.” The Unseelie knight took a deep inhale of air. His gaze lowered to the ground as he spoke. “Tae, the Summer Court will be in session soon.” 

“I know, Jimin.” 

“Titania still has not given up on finding Cardia.” Jimin offered a sidelong glance, enough to catch the muscle ticking in Tae’s jaw. “...Saoirse came to speak to Fiadh.” 

Tae’s spine straightened with shocking quickness. “Sh-she what?” 

“Saoirse contacted me, and we met, and - Fiadh caught us.” Jimin looked to the ground, avoiding the sorrow in Taehyung’s eyes. “It’s fine. We will have Samhain as we always have. We agreed to never repeat our mistakes. Fiadh was more concerned for the consequences should we have been caught.” The wolf let his gaze settle on the ground as well. 

“But, Tae, everyone has worked to keep you and Red hidden from Titania. I fear as the child has grown older, so too has her aura. She has yet to discover, let alone understand, her heritage.” Jimin let an arm drape over a bent knee. “We did this at Cardia’s behest. Titania is starting the games as soon as she’s on the throne. We fear she may run them the entire season.” 

That’s when Taehyung pushed up to his feet, his golden eyes ablaze. “The WHOLE SEASON? Jimin, please tell me this is hearsay? Because this is far from a joke. You’re telling me she means to run her hunt the entire time she’s on the throne? Not just one week to usher in the Summer season?” He didn’t realise he was opening and closing his fists.

He failed to notice the feral sounds tucking their way into his speech. He didn’t note his fangs brushing his bottom lip. He could only hear his heart thundering in his ears. Jimin’s eyes grew wide as Taehyung lingered in a state of half-changed. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this.” Jimin’s eyes hardened as he stood. “Everyone knows about you and the child now. Everyone has done their part to help keep you two safe. It’s becoming too much, and the veil is warping. It’s been heard that Titania has had her knights searching for some clues throughout the seasons.”

“She can’t do that! That’s against the Court edicts!” Tae threw a massive hand in the air.

“I know. We all know. But, we didn’t know about them until the thaw. The activity ceased during the Spring season because Saoirse is prone to keeping a closer eye on Titania.” Jimin rubbed at the back of his neck idly. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but...you may need to stay away from the child for a while.” 

A deep growl vibrated the air, stilling the entire forest. Taehyung realized what he’d done. He closed his eyes, willing his emotions to temper. Jimin wouldn’t admit he’d considered reaching for his weapon and that the wolf also sensed this motion. 

“Taehyung, please. Titania means to go to war over Cardia and the child. We will do what we can to throw them off your tracks. But, for the moment? You have to stay away from Red - else it’s not just her you’ll be putting in danger.” 

Taehyung’s hand balled into fists with bone crackling intensity. 

Jimin reached out, bravely, to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We have people watching her. But you need to watch the forest, now more than ever.” The Unseelie looked toward the moon’s position, his lips tempting a frown. “The next moonrise starts the Summer Season.”

The Wolf looked up at his beloved goddess, basking him in a warm glow. As if to tell him to take comfort in her blessing. The golden fire dissipated from his eyes, and the world was suddenly blurry. He felt like she was already too far away from him. She was farther than she had ever been before, and this time? This time he couldn’t go running to save her. 

Everything he could possibly think of would have her dead, or worse - captured by the Court. The tears in his eyes never fell. Even as Jimin bid him a quiet goodnight and returned to the shadows. 

Taehyung now understood Aithne’s words from earlier that day. Titania wasn’t just bringing Summer Games this season. She could possibly start a war.

He couldn’t remember the last time there had been war. But he knew what would bring one on sooner than later. Taehyung turned to the thick brush across from him. He was suddenly filled with dark rage - and tearing sneaky Seelie limb from limb? Well, that, he was sure, would calm him right the hell down.

He never imagined it would come to this.

Cradling the iron chest piece in his hands, Yoongi frowned. In a few more hours, dawn would kiss the skies and welcome a new day. The sacrifice he’d made on the night prior would pale in comparison to the sacrifice his dear sister made. Cardia was as smart as she was beautiful. Anyone in the Seelie Court knew this. While she had no desire for the throne or to be a consort in the royal harem, Cardia’s power was well-known throughout both the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

Yoongi’s body ached from phantom scars and wounds, even years after Cardia fled the Fae Courts. He was her older brother, and while he was not one to deny his sister anything, he warned her the dangers of falling for a human and what it would mean for her future. For the future of their family.

But she was as stubborn as she was beautiful, determined to have her way, regardless of the price. And that price she was willing to pay was also thrust upon her family. Their family.

He was a Fae in name only, a mere husk of who he used to be. Now he was no better than a human once Titania managed to get her hands on him and the rest of the family. There were days he often entertained the idea of ending it all. His remaining family had. But when he’d first held Red in his arms, he knew he couldn’t. He just couldn’t afford to abandon his sister when she needed him more than anyone else. Yoongi was all Cardia had, and no amount of words or lengths of denial would change that.

But he couldn’t stay with his sister. He had to part ways with her for her own safety. Because a powerless Fae was still tethered to the land of their origins. He was a beacon and, as such, a danger to his beloved Cardia.

Yoongi travelled for years learning the blacksmith arts. There were some boons with being a Fae that no longer had powers. He could touch iron. He could craft and hone the tools of man and utilise them for himself. In time, he knew that his talents would be called upon. He knew it the moment Cardia decided to hide away after losing the man she loved.

It was time.

As he entered through the back door of the cottage, he saw Red hunched over by the kitchen table. Somewhere during the night, she passed out. Something twisted in Yoongi’s heart. He knew the poor girl was uncomfortable. He knew that she was sad and afraid. While most people would have found her obedience to staying inside astonishing, he didn’t question it.

His niece was truly good.

Which made what he was about to do that much harder for him to go through with.

Setting the iron chest piece on the kitchen table, he knelt down by Red’s side and shook her. He did this three more times before she groggily pulled herself from her sleeping state. Guilt ripped through his chest as he watched her sleepily rub at her eyes.

“Uncle Yoongi?”

Yoongi said nothing. Instead, he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He then carefully deposited her onto her bed, pivoting on his heels and returning to the kitchen to retrieve the item he’d been working on all night and well into the morning.

“Uncle?”

Again, Red called to him, but he knew he had to remain focused. If he wavered now, there was nothing to hope for beyond this moment. Yoongi had to be strong and resolute, or else there would be no saving his niece from the path of destruction.

He entered her chambers once more and quickly closed the distance between them, his free hand reaching out to snatch at her blouse. Red sharply inhaled, clutching at the front of her garments, but Yoongi would not be stopped. The sound of fabric tearing almost screamed out in the room as Red, too, yelled out in horror at what was happening.

“Uncle, what are you doing?!” She did her best to fight him, but he was determined. Her tears fell as she screamed while he ripped one of the sleeves clean from her arm. “PLEASE STOP!”

Tossing the chest piece open onto the bed, he pulled Red up onto her feet and tore at what little remained of her blouse until only her chemise remained. He threw her face-first back on the mattress, making sure that her upper body hit the iron piece first. Bracing his knees along the edge of the bed, he grabbed Red's wrists and pulled her arms back and out until they were placed just where he needed them. Flinging her arms away, he quickly slammed the back of the chest piece closed - locking the side securely with a single key. 

As he tucked the key away, he watched Red rolling back onto her side - her arms flailing wildly in an attempt to pry the metal shirt off of her. She pulled and tugged until her fingers were red, and then she continued to pull. But it was hopeless.

It would take her days, if not weeks, to break free without the key.

Red whirled around, half on the bed and half off, glaring daggers up at Yoongi. Internally, he was burdened with guilt. On the outside, he was as cold as ice.

“W-What have you done?” She reached up to tug at the collar of the iron shirt. “Why have you done this?!”

“Until you are able to break those clothes of iron, you will not be able to step out into the light.” He watched Red’s eyes grow large and fearful as her hands fell into her lap. Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “You will not see your mother again, and the wolf will never find you so long as you wear that.”

“I don’t understand,” she murmured sadly, “I just...I don’t understand why this is happening…”

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Sighing, Yoongi turned and moved for the door. “But one thing you must understand is this. That Wolf is not of your world. You are not of his.” He placed his hand on the doorframe. “You may think you love him, but know this, Little Red. He is not a man dressed up as some dog. He is a wolf...disguised as a man.”

Before his niece could say another word, Yoongi exited the room and shut the door behind him - locking Little Red in her chambers. Pressing his back against the door, he slid to the ground and covered his face with his hands - silently mourning the sweet light that was being snuffed out forcefully by his own hands for the foreseeable future.

While it may have been for her safety and for the safety of all realms, it didn’t ease the pang of guilt weighing heavily on Yoongi’s heart.

Cardia, please… he prayed, clasping his hands together, you have to finish this before it’s too late.

There was a slight whimper that escaped Cardia’s lips as she collapsed onto soft undergrowth beneath her feet. She was tired. Tired and yet she could not help but press forward. Her mind was going a mile a minute and there was nothing she could do but keep going forward. If she didn’t press onward past this hill, her entire journey would have been for nothing.

With trembling hands, she grasped the hempen rope of the only bag that managed to survive her trek through the Fae Wylds. The items in the cart, the cart itself, and even the mule were lost - possessions that now belonged to the Wylds. They were mercilessly claimed, but she’d accounted for that. It was the very reason she brought them with her despite how arduous the journey would be.

Clearly, she was rusty. Then again, it had been some time since she last meandered through those woods. Being a single mother and maintaining her relationships with the lower courts to help keep the veil over the village took up most of her time. She hadn’t been able to enter the Fae Wylds in some time.

These woods were dangerous.

Not even nobles of the Fae Court would enter the Wylds because the flora and fauna would devour any arrogant being foolish enough to enter. Cardia would thank her older brother, Yoongi, for teaching her the skills necessary to overcome such a cumbersome venture.

It was why she knew that Red would be safe with him. Yoongi was the only one she could trust to keep her daughter safe while she was not there.

Mustering what strength she had, Cardia pulled the sack onto her shoulders and climbed the hill. There was a clearing just over said hill and once she managed to get there, it would be the safety boundary away from the madness of the wylds. She could build a shelter and prepare herself for what was to come in just a few short days. Using her magic, however, would be like releasing a meteor shower onto her location. But Cardia had no choice. Titania would preside over the other courts as ruler for the season and the games would begin. The hunt for the humans to satisfy her boredom would commence and her daughter would continue to be freed from Titania’s grasp.

I hope you were able to do it, Brother…

Just as she was thinking about it, a shock rippled through her system. It was so sudden and so violent, Cardia cried out in pain before tumbling down the hill. Pain covered her from head to toe and by the time she reached the bottom of the hill, it felt like someone managed to pour ice cold water over her body. However, despite the pain she was in, Cardia could only smile as tears leaked from her eyes.

Her daughter was safe. Trapped in irons, but safe.

Closing her eyes, she sighed softly to herself as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. “...the Wolf will not be pleased when he discovers her missing.” Slowly, she sat up and wiped at her eyes with the back of her wrist. “But I have no choice. Come what may, this is the only path open to me.”

Fueled with determination, the former Fae Lady of the Summer Court pushed herself onto her feet and entered the wide open field. I will not make it easy for you, Titania.

Her magic billowed around her like a pulsating aura as the Wylds hearkened to her commands - to her requests for protection.

Numb.

Everything was numb.

Her hands. Her feet. Her arms and legs. 

Her entire body was absolutely numb.

The only thing Red could feel was the cold bite of iron touching her skin, jolting her awake in the middle of the night. Reminding her of what was happening. Forcing her to acknowledge the predicament she was in. But there was no answer as to why it was happening in the first place.

So she was left with no choice. Red only had one option open to her. She had to free herself from her shackles and obtain the answers for herself.

With a roar, Red flung her body across the room and slammed her chest against the wall. Wood and dirt chipped and fell to the ground around her feet as she smashed her fists repeatedly over the iron chest piece. She’d lost feeling in both her hands weeks ago and splatters of crimson decorated the floor of her room as blood seeped from her body.

Her uncle came to her twice a day, bringing her food and water. The first week she’d been too miserable to eat; too confused. After the second week, she gorged on her food like a wild beast. It was clear that both her uncle and her mother had this planned and she would not be left in the dark any longer. She needed answers and if she was going to fight, Red needed nourishment.

At the precipice of her thoughts was Taehyung. She wondered how he was doing and if he’d gone into a mad frenzy without seeing her. The last time they saw each other, they made the promise of seeing one another on the morrow. 

Dozens of days had passed since then.

A darker thought meandered through her brain, causing Red to scream as she threw herself onto the floor. The groan of metal matched the groan in her heart as she dared to wonder if the Wolf simply moved on without her. If he’d reconnected with his kin during the time she’d been away and was now off to be with his people. Tears leaked from her eyes and Red mustered the strength to throw herself along the wall and floor, looking like a mad woman.

And then...she heard it.

It was the sound of something snapping. The metal chest piece seemed to crack. Pushing herself up on shaking arms, Red watched with wonder as the iron shirt crashed to the floor in several pieces. Bloodied fingers reached out to pick up the pieces and her vision blurred momentarily. A desperate laugh escaped her throat as she cradled the broken shirt against her chest. Red heard the door to her room open slowly and she lifted her face up to peer at her uncle. He was holding a wooden wash basin and soap out to her, then placed it on the floor.

There were no words shared between them as Red cleaned herself. After she was clean, he tended to her wounded hands. Somewhere along the way, she felt her body collapse against his and she took great comfort in feeling his warm arms wrapping around her.

“Uncle Yoongi,” she whispered, surprised at the sound of her own voice, “am I allowed to leave now?”

He petted her head gently as a soft weight fell onto the crown of her head. “Yes, Little Red. You are allowed to leave.”

It didn’t take her long to get dressed. Her uncle wrapped her red cloak over her shoulders, pulling the hood up and over her wavy hair. He then held out a golden basket for her which, from what she could tell, contained food for her journey. Red smiled, her bandaged hands grasping the handle of the wicker basket.

After giving her a kiss on her forehead, her uncle led her to the front door and opened it. There Briarden sat, his tail moving back and forth as his ears swiveled in excitement. Red held her arms out as the reynard leaped into them. It felt like ages since she’d last seen him.

“She will need to take the Path of Needles, Briarden.” Uncle Yoongi’s face was stern. “She must not stray to the Path of Pins.”

The fox creature hopped out of Red’s arms and stood at her feet. He gave a deep bow of acknowledgement. “Of course. I will make sure she takes the correct way.”

Red was confused and did not bother hiding it from her features. “Where is it I am supposed to go?”

Her uncle smiled, pressing a hand to her cheek. “To your mother, of course.”

As much as she wanted to see Taehyung, Red needed to see her mother more. She would have the answers she was so desperately seeking. Truth be told, Red was far more worried about her mother than of the wolf. Taehyung could take care of himself but Red always looked after her mother when she was old enough to do so. Being alone in the woods couldn’t have been good for her delicate mother.

Red kissed her uncle’s cheek and bid him farewell, setting off on her journey.

Golden eyes peered across the land as an insatiable hunger thundered across a broad chest. Saliva pooled from grinning lips as those same golden eyes watched a crimson cloaked figure make their way through the forest. And they were being led by one of those traitors of the lower courts. Teeth poked out from a set of lips, curling into a sneer as the fox talked happily with the young girl. His hunger would not be satisfied by that fox.

But the girl? Well, that was a different matter altogether. 

He sniffed the air once more. There was blood, salt, flora, and something a little...familiar?

...what is that?

Again, he sniffed the air.

Feeling the fire ignite behind his eyes, he jumped from his perch in the trees and dashed across the air. With an elegant flourish, he landed directly in front of the pair of travelers, causing the girl to fall to the ground in fright as the fox immediately took up an aggressive stance against him. Flashing a pleasant smile, he took the opportunity to inhale the air and the girl’s scent once more.

It was unmistakable. That was the smell of a wolf lingering on her.

The girl smelled of his kind.

Leaning forward, he lowered his head in apology - a motion of grace. “Oh, do forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you, Little One.”

The girl slowly sat up and he bit back a growl of irritation as the reynard positioned himself between them. She reached out with a bandaged hand and stroked the fox’s orange back in an attempt to calm him. He would have been blind not to see the radiant glow of fae teeming from her person. But it wasn’t full fae. He’d been around his fair share of those flighty individuals and, dare he say, he could hardly stomach their company for long.

He could, however, stomach their bodies. He could stomach them very well. Many a fae were digested in his stomach.

“He’s not to be trusted, Red,” snapped the fox, “he’s a wolf!”

A hearty laugh burst from his chest, revealing rows of sharp canines. He saw the fox’s ears flatten as he took a step back but still maintained his position in front of the girl. 

“That isn’t a nice thing to say! We wolves aren’t all bad, you know.”

The girl, Red, nodded. Again, she petted the fox to calm him. “He is right, Briarden. It’s not fair for us to judge him because he is a wolf.” 

Her umber eyes lifted to meet his own, causing the wolf to pause momentarily. They sparkled with life and empathy and for a moment, the wolf almost forgot his reason for revealing himself in the first place. Shaking his pelt, he shifted back a measure and forced his body to transform into his humanoid form. Clad in a simple green linen shirt tucked into a pair of black trousers and black leather boots, he waited until all the fur disappeared before speaking again.

“Does this appearance frighten you less?”

Red smiled. “I was never frightened to begin with.”

“Well, it was more for your furry companion there. He and his kind don’t really see eye-to-eye with mine.” The wolf chuckled, his gaze shifting to the reynard in her company. “We wolves were never in the business of being servants to those we view as lesser beings.”

The fox’s lips pulled back, revealing his smaller fangs in hostility. “How dare you?!”

A smug look tugged at the wolf’s lips before he turned his eyes to Red. “Allow me to erase my earlier rudeness by introducing myself.” He pressed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I am Namjoon, the wolf.” Lifting his head, he held his hand out to her. “And you are?”

The girl rose to her feet, dusted off her skirts and held her hand out to his in return. “I’m Red.” 

Grasping her fingers in his, he internally frowned at the texture of the bandages in preventing him from actually touching her. Now that he was closer, he could definitely smell it. The scent of one of his kin was attached to her; faint, but still present. Had she escaped from being devoured? Surely not. The girl didn’t appear to exude any kind of immense power. In regards to Fae, she appeared weaker - no better than a commoner in the kingdoms.

Yet there was definitely...something about her.

After pressing a kiss to her bandaged knuckles, he released her hand and took a step back out of politeness. “Might I ask where you are off to on such a pretty day?”

“I’m going to meet with my mother. She’s been gone for some time and I miss her terribly.”

Namjoon quipped a brow, then craned his neck to look deep into the woods. He knew this was the direction of the Fae Wylds. Was this girl willingly heading into danger? What was her mother doing in the wylds? And if her mother did, in fact, head into the wylds, there was a chance she was dead. 

He looked back at Red who, in turn, flashed him a curious expression. He smirked. Which means this girl, too, is heading to Death’s Door. Ah, what a shame and what a waste…

“And which path were you planning to take, my dear?”

“I was told by my uncle to take the Path of Needles.”

It took everything Namjoon had not to smile menacingly. This girl truly was going into the wylds. If she knew of the Path of Needles, then she also knew of the Path of Pins. These were not commonly named paths and anyone who didn’t have knowledge of the Fae Wylds would never refer to those paths as such. Indeed, the child was going to Death’s Door. 

Far be it from Namjoon to allow such a waste to occur before his very eyes.

“You know,” he began as he pressed his hands together, “you would get to your mother faster if you took the Path of Pins.”

Red looked a little perplexed, her brows furrowing slightly. “I don’t know… My uncle said to-”

“I am a wolf, Red, and I know both ways very well. Both paths lead to the same place but you look so desperate to see your mother again.” He shrugged. “I simply wished for you to be reunited faster. But I suppose it is rude for me to insert myself into your affairs as such.”

The fox huffed at their feet. “As though you needed to voice it aloud.”

Namjoon glared at the reynard, watching him shrink back slightly. The fox would die long before he could ever set foot outside of these woods. The wolf would make sure of it.

Red bowed her head slightly. “I meant no disrespect! Thank you, Sir Namjoon.” She lifted her head and smiled, making Namjoon’s heart thunder across his chest momentarily. “Who would know these woods better than a wolf? I shall take your advice and go by way of the Path of Pins.” He watched her lean down to scoop up the reynard in her arms, her body shifting to the left side of the fork in the road. Before she continued down the path, Namjoon watched her turn to wave at him. “Thank you again!”

For a moment, all Namjoon could do was stare at the red cloak slowly being devoured by shadows. He was both mesmerized and confused. But the low growl in his stomach quickly reminded him of his purpose - his true desires - and he quickly reverted back to his original form. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted.

Namjoon made haste down the Path of Needles. He would get to the wylds before Red and he would satisfy his hunger with a taste of both her flesh and the meat of her mother’s.

The scent of death and decay was in the air. He was so tired. So much pain.

So much...h u n g e r.

Hungry. So very hungry.

Must not stop. Must keep going.

He ate up the ground trying to find fresh air. There was something in the air, a heat of life that would feel wonderful beneath his teeth. It was a small something, but it was something. A deer? A rabbit? It wasn’t strong enough to best him. It wasn’t strong enough to evade him.

So hungry. So much pain. Make it stop.

When was the last time he had water? Parched. Dry.

HUNGRY.

He saw red.

He saw this little thing in red.

He saw red.

It wasn’t watching. He saw red.

So much pain. He saw red.

The war was over but all he saw was red.

He saw red  - and he charged.

He saw red. All he saw was red.

He saw his breath in the air. He saw red.

He opened his mouth. He charged. He saw red.

He heard a scream as he opened his mouth…

RED. RED. RED. RED. RED. rEd.

“RED?!”

Taehyung scrambled in the tangle of his sheets as he sat up. He clawed at the burning sensation in his chest. Pushing back wet strands of hair from his face, eyes wide, as he looked around his room. The early summer heat was sweltering. Taehyung saw the feathers and torn fabric of his pillows. The moist outline of his body imprint caused him to frown. 

It was strange how deliberate his movements were suddenly. Like he had become hyper aware of his own existence. He moved to the bathroom, splashing his face with water from the basin. He looked at his reflection, noticed the stubble setting in on his chin. His fingers reached up, in disbelief, rubbing at the dark hairs. 

He tried to remember what he was even doing the night before - and it hurt to think too deeply about it. It was as if a chunk of time was suddenly missing from his memory bank. The heel of his palm dug into his eye sockets as if he could rub the stabbing pain away. 

There was an emptiness inside of him, it was hunger. But for what? How long had he been asleep? He stomped to the kitchen, poured a glass of water. Greedily gulping, choking, and still it remained. 

WHY?

WHY?! 

What is it? What was it? What was missing? What was he forgetting? 

He choked another glass of water down, tearing off a piece of stale bread at the table. His face screwed up as he spat the mass on the floor. Taehyung wretched at the powdery foulness clinging to his tongue. He finally looked at the loaf of bread to see ...mold? Disgust twisted his features as he dropped the bread on the table. 

The sweet sour smell of rotting fruit hit him next. The bowl in front of him was full of the darkened remains of ignored produce. But he would never, right? He would never just leave food to go to waste. 

So, what in the hell was going on?

...hyung!

Tae’s hands began to shake as he tried to piece together the last few days.

...ehyung!

Why was he so hungry? Why did he have facial hair?

...aehyung?!

What was that incessant buzzing in his brain?! 

TAEHYUNG?!

“WHAT?!” His voice bellowed off the walls, vibrating the modest structure of his home. Who was calling him!!? 

He stepped outside searching for the source of the voice. His eyes went wide at the sight. The grass was tall, overgrown, with dandelions as far as the eye could see. The path that led from his door toward the forest was gone .

“Taehyung!?” A breathless voice called from above. Aithne’s eyes were large at the state of him as she dropped from a branch. “Oh thank the spirits! I’ve been looking for you for over two-moons! It’s nearly high-summer!” 

The Wolf stared at the cait-sidhe in confusion as she stared at him. It was worse than she thought. They weren’t fast enough before Titania’s guard came through, altering the landscape of the forest. She watched them lay magickal traps throughout the forest. Animals found themselves in different  places or lost altogether. Whole sections of the forest inverted and flipped on a loop, leaving a chance for something or someone to inadvertently get tossed into the wylds. What Aithne had not planned for was Taehyung’s section of the forest to be caught in that loop. 

“A-Aithne.” He spoke her name as if he was starting to remember something. “Aithne, wait! Did you say it’s HIGH-SUMMER?!” The cait-sidhe shifted uneasily. “The Games? Titania? But, Red-” 

Red.

“Red.” He turned in every direction, frantic, his heart racing. And he didn’t feel her. He couldn’t sense her. He couldn’t sense her presence at all. That’s when it hit him. The emptiness, the thirst, the hunger. 

The dream. 

Aithne knew that her kind was a long lived race. She knew that they had served courts and queens at whim. They were highly respected, prized, because of their high intelligence and loyalty. It was very seldom you found a reason to want to kill a cait-sidhe. Those more mischievous of her kin were simply never allowed at court. At the worst, they were banished. 

But, there were the rare occasions they could run afoul of a beast. 

Aithne’s form shrank away from the beast in front of her. When Taehyung turned around his eyes were black. In the middle of eyes as black as the void were a pair of golden irises. Blazing like the midday sun. His every breath was sibilant behind clenched teeth. His shoulders rose and fell heavily as if he was pumping up his very stature. 

“Aithne.” The Wolf growled low. “Where is she?” 

“W-we don’t know.” Aithne answered quickly, lest she be the focus of his ire. “...we suddenly couldn’t sense her at next dawn’s light. The forest...changed somehow. We couldn’t find you! Titania’s men laid traps. It was like being in the wylds! I swear we tried looking for you both.” The cait-sidhe braved taking a step forward. “We had feared the worst, Taehyung! We thought they had found you both and swept her away.” 

Taehyung fought to keep a tight leash on his rage. He knew that the other Queens didn’t believe in interfering on this side of the veil. They also didn’t believe in interfering with his kind. His lips quivered around a mouth full of teeth that felt too big. He turned away from the cait-sidhe, trying hard to regain his composure. “How long did you say you were looking?” 

Aithne replied, the sadness apparent now that he’d calmed down. “It’s been just over two moons now.”

“And it's now high-summer?” he croaked out weakly.

“Yes. We haven’t been able to figure out the forest or where Red is since Titania took the throne.” Aithne’s tail swished anxiously. “Her men flooded the forest, and just like that, they were gone. The traps have weakened and that’s probably how we found you.” 

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, the black faded from the whites of his eyes, confused. “What do you mean just like that?” Standing, he ran his fingers through his hair. He made a face as he caught a whiff of himself.

Aithne was, obviously, being extremely polite in that regard. “They flooded the forest from early dawn on the switch. They stayed in the forest, camped even, until about ten suns ago. They were in a hurry, too.” 

The Wolf rubbed his chin, pacing, as this new information was processed. They lost track of Red the very next day, but there was still time before the season switched. Which meant Titania’s men were looking for something before she took the throne. 

There was only one thing that came to his mind at that moment.

“Cardia.” He turned to Aithne. “Do you know where Cardia is?” 

Aithne tilted her head, momentarily confused, “Actually? N-no. We were in such a frantic rush to find you that we-” The cait-sidhe turned in a full circle, trying to see if that essence that was Cardia was anywhere near them. 

It wasn’t. 

And for that, he guessed that she, too, feared the absolute worst. “I don’t sense her at all.” Aithne began to pace as well. What to do? What to do!? Her head lifted as she turned to Taehyung, “I...I have to go. I’ll be back. Take a bath for god’s sake! And eat, Taehyung! You do not go hungry a day longer. I will return!” 

Taehyung gave an incredulous look, reaching out to say something more, but it was too late. The cait-sidhe vanished from his sight. 

Fine. It was perfectly fine. He would bathe. Then he would eat. He would ease his frustration by cleaning the mess left by Titania’s meddling. He leaned against a tree, his claws digging deep into the bark. “Red, please be safe.” 

That violent rage bubbled under the surface once again. And this time he wasn’t sure it could be quelled - especially if the worst of his fears came true. 

He closed his hand, snapping the young tree in half. No. He wasn’t willing to dream of it. He wouldn’t let those thoughts bleed into the ether. Because there was only one truth and one truth only.

There was no world for him without her in it.

If the world turned its back on him, if it dared to take what was his, he would make sure there was no world for him - or anyone else.

Hot puffs of air pushed from Namjoon’s maw as his feral eyes surveyed the lush green valley of the Fae Wylds. The forest was loud with the voices of the old ones, warning him of his trespass. He would not be able to take another step further unless he paid a tribute. That was unsurprising as it was tradition to pay the price in blood. It had to be something of value.

What was an eye to a full meal to a wolf? The choice was easy; simple, even. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to pluck his right eye out of its socket so he could give it to the Wylds. What they chose to do with it was of no consequence to him. If he was charming and convincing enough, he would simply have someone summon his eye back to him.

No harm, no foul.

His large paws pressed into the grass as he reached the clearing. The smell of blood was thick in the area, causing him to both drool and gag all in the same breath. Carnage clung to the fields and overwhelmed his senses. Namjoon growled in response, unsure of why he was feeling such trepidation and yet he knew his own hunger couldn’t be ignored. In a few moments, his nose would adjust to the stench and he would prepare himself for the feast ahead. 

He looked around, spying the makeshift cottage that was just over the small hill. This must be where the girl’s mother chose to take refuge , he thought, unable to hide the grin tugging at his dark lips. 

There was a sudden shift to his right and Namjoon raised his hackles, preparing to strike out at anyone who dared to interfere with his plans for a meal. Crouching down low to the ground, his hulking form disappeared beneath the brush as his one remaining eye trained on the line of trees a few yards away. Relief washed over him as he saw it was the meddlesome reynard, Briarden, sniffing out over the land. A sick sort of glee began building inside of Namjoon’s chest as he saw the fox resist the urge to retch from the stench of blood.

A snack wouldn’t hurt, he thought, moving forward in a predatory fashion, but I also would prefer my eye returned to me.

Lunging forward, Namjoon didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. The fool of a fox wouldn’t have time to react. He wouldn’t give him any quarter to make any attempts to flee and warn his little meal-to-be of what was approaching the moment she crossed the hills and into that valley.

Like a dark shadow of death, Namjoon threw himself on top of Briarden - his jaws and fangs finding the fox’s neck. The reynard could only manage a small squeak before the wolf crunched his throat between his massive teeth. The sweet tang of blood soaked his tongue and the wolf had to resist the urge to indulge himself in a selfish drink. This was to be his tribute to the Wyld. Despite not being his blood, reynard were still close kin to wolf-kind. Namjoon may as well have killed his own relative.

A suitable sacrifice in exchange for his eye.

Namjoon tossed Briarden’s body off to the wayside, the fox’s blood still fresh on his maw. With a gluttonous lavish of his tongue over his chops, the wolf waited for the Wylds to accept his payment. After a handful of minutes, a strange sensation returned to his right socket until he was able to see again. The tribute was accepted and his eye returned.

The wolf belted a hearty laugh, pivoting on his paws as he made his way toward the cottage. Namjoon may have ignored his base urges for a moment, but the ultimate reward would be much sweeter.

Fae flesh, even a halfling like Red, was a far better meal in the end. Especially for his kind.

Please.

Taehyung followed the cait-sidhe out of the forest on the human side of the veil. The whole forest was in chaos with untriggered traps. It took them a few days to figure out the path to Red’s village. He found her ease around the humans interesting; she claimed to know plenty of ‘bad people’. The cait-sidhe made assurances that none of those bad people resided in the village. 

And now she hoped The Wolf’s distrust would hold as they made it to Red’s house. Because it wasn’t Red who met him at the door - it was Yoongi. They found him sitting outside the door - but Taehyung couldn’t hear or smell her nearby.

“Where is she?” he growled while stalking toward Yoongi. 

The blacksmith looked up nonplussed by the Wolf’s aggression. “You’re late. She’s gone.” Yoongi answered in a gruff tone. 

Aithne stepped around Taehyung, attempting to keep the distance between the two men. “Titania’s knights set traps in the forest. I’m guessing when Cardia crossed over they left. But they never undid their spells. It took time to find him, Yoongi.“ The cait-sidhe flicked her tail in irritation.

Yoongi sighed quietly at the cait-sidhe’s explanation. “That bitch just can’t leave well enough alone.” It was clear the Summer Queen had even less fans on this side of the veil. “And Cardia decided to just go over there, trying to keep Red safe.” He balled his hands before releasing the fist. “Red went to find her mother. Aithne knows the way, and the path.” 

Taehyung’s gaze lowered to the cait-sidhe. “I have to get to her, Aithne.”

She nodded, turning to head down the road that would take them to the other side. He didn’t spare Yoongi another glance, but Taehyung stopped at the sound of his voice calling out to him.

“She knows nothing of that place, Taehyung. You know how the Wylds can be.” Yoongi sat down, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Find her. Protect her. Keep her away from Titania.” 

The Wolf nodded and ran to catch up with Aithne.

Please.

And he didn’t stop - hadn’t stopped running since. Even when the scent of blood filled the air, he didn’t stop running. Even when fear gripped his heart as the scent grew in intensity. Even when Aithne, who couldn’t keep up, decided to ride on his back. He wasn’t going to stop until he reached that cabin.

Please.

Taehyung felt a certain kind of freedom loping through the Fae Wylds. He needed to use all of his power to traverse two different realms. The shift of the atmosphere caused an errant shake of his head. The Wolf paused warily as he crossed the veil. How many years had it been? He could barely remember much of this side of the world. 

He didn’t make it a point to visit the place where he had lost so much. Where he could stand to lose more.

Please.

That was until there was a rumble in the air. Like the sound of a predator satisfied with a big meal. Taehyung came to a hard stop, his ears twitching toward the direction of sound. He was interrupted by Aithne’s sudden gasp.  “What is it?” 

“I-I don’t know? It’s as if the land has consumed something a bit…” Her brow furrowed as she looked around. “But it feels like something is missing.” Taehyung watched her quietly for a moment.

“I think you need to rest.” He grumbled softly. “We’re almost there, right?” The cait-sidhe nodded quietly. “Good.” He shook off the sudden discomfort and ran once again. Because he didn't want to admit he felt it too. That something more had definitely been gained. 

Please, Red. Please be alright.

Red felt a pang of anxiousness creeping up her spine. She was worried not because she was in the Fae Wylds of legends. It wasn’t because she was far from home and worried about her own safety. Despite the newness of the world around her, the Wylds seemed to almost recognize her in a way that was both strange and comforting. There were soft whispers in the trees and songs in the wind that told her a little bit about herself but also questioned her existence all in the same breath.

But these were things that she wasn’t concerned with. It was Briarden’s absence that troubled her. 

While it was only for a little while, the two of them separated for a moment. The reynard told Red that he was going to go ahead of her to make sure that they were safe. He also mentioned a peculiar stench in the air that he needed to identify. If it was safe, he would return. If it wasn’t, then Red needed to flee.

It was almost laughable. How was she supposed to flee if she didn’t know where she was? Most importantly, without a guide, how would she return? And if there was danger, how could she knowingly leave her mother in the thick of it?

No. Red was determined to reach her mother and to make sure that everything was alright. She needed to bring her back home. She didn’t care about rules or what was taboo or not. What was or wasn’t allowed. She just wanted to go back to how things were before she was locked up and forced to wear iron clothes. 

Red wanted to see Taehyung again. She wanted to hold him in her arms and tell him that she loved him. Over and over again. Because she knew now, more than ever, that she most certainly hadn’t told him enough.

Clutching at the front of her mantle, Red sighed and continued walking forward. Briarden hadn’t returned and she had no choice but to keep going. It was going to be nightfall soon. She couldn’t afford to be lost in the woods, let alone in the dark. The wind pushed her toward a certain direction and she continued down the path until she broke through a line of trees that opened up to a clearing.

An odd smell reached her nose, but Red wasn’t quite sure what it was. It wasn’t pleasant but it wasn’t awful either. A strange gray area she couldn’t identify. Searching the clearing, she took a soft breath and sighed with relief as she spied a cottage off in the distance. Smoke billowed from the small chimney and there was a light glowing from one of the windows. Red gathered up her skirts and tore off down the hill, the basket bouncing against her hip as she ran. 

Within minutes, she was at the door. Delight and excitement rushed through Red’s entire body as she made small attempts to catch her breath. After taking a moment to calm her racing heart, she knocked on the door three times.

“Mother, unbar the door!” she called, hoping her mother was there.

A cooing and sweet voice replied. “Just push on it. It’s not locked, My Dear.”

Red entered the cottage, her eyes having to adjust to the semi-darkness that seemed to blanket the space. There was only a single candle on a nightstand by the bed and a lantern in the kitchen. Everything else was covered in shadow. This worried Red as her mother was usually the sort who always kept their home well-lit until it was time to sleep. She immediately was concerned that her mother had taken ill and was about to address this when a sudden pang hit her stomach.

Hunger.

Feeling a soft warmth touch her cheeks, she peered into the area where she seemed to hear her mother breathing. “Mother, I know I just arrived but I’m hungry. Do you have anything to eat or shall I prepare something for us?”

“There is food and drink on the kitchen table already. Go ahead and help yourself.”

Red spied the dish of food and the glass of red wine, her stomach reminding her again of her own hunger. Not bothering to remove her mantle, she placed the basket on the counter and sat down to begin her meal. She didn’t realize how hungry she actually was until she cut into the meat and ate it. But just as she swallowed the food, a bird flew to the window and began tapping on it wildly. This startled Red, but not as much as the words the bird spoke.

“Your friend! Your friend! You are eating the flesh of your friend, Briarden!”

Gasping, she whirled around to peer into the dark room where her mother was. “M-Mother...there is a bird at the window and he says that...he says that I’m eating my friend!”

“Throw your cloak at that nasty bird! He tells you lies!”

But when Red looked back at the window, the bird had already flown off. Deciding that the Wylds were trying to play tricks on her, she picked up the glass of wine and began to drink. Just as she was about to drain the glass, a mouse scuttled along the counter and squeaked at her.

“Your friend! Your friend! You are drinking the blood of your friend, Briarden!”

Dropping the glass, Red stood from the kitchen table and, again, peered into the room where her mother was. “Mother! There is a mouse that says I’m drinking my friend’s blood! Birarden’s blood!”

“Throw your shoe at that old mouse. He’s wretched and good for nothing anyway.”

When Red looked to the counter where the mouse was, she felt her heart sink to see that it was gone. Perhaps she was just tired. Red was stressed and maybe the journey finally was beginning to take its toll on her. Fatigue weighed heavily on her shoulders.

“You look tired, Little Red,” her mother called to her, “you’ve had a long journey. Come and sleep.”

Red nodded, obediently removing her cloak and traveling clothes. Dressed in only her undergarments, she made her way to the bed where her mother was sitting. But it was at this instance when Red felt a shift in the air. A deep-seeded hunger filled space between her mother and herself, giving her a slight pause. She’d just finished eating so there was no reason for her to sense this in the room.

Slowly, Red looked in the direction of where her mother was and took note of the hungry eyes that looked back at her in the dark. It was a look that she recognized from many years ago. It was voracious; ravenous.

Taking a step forward, Red clutched at the front of her chemise. “Mother...look how big your eyes are.”

“Without them, I could not see you, My Dear.”

“Mother,” Red said while taking another step forward, “look how big your ears are.”

“Without them, I could not hear you so well, My Dear.”

An ache began to form around her ribs from how hard her heart was thrumming inside of her. “Mother...look how big your hands are.” Fear started to churn in her stomach as she took note of the claws.

“Without them, I could not reach out and touch you, My Dear.”

As she lifted her eyes up, she saw a flash of white and tears began to stream down her cheeks. Red realized what was happening. She knew and yet she couldn’t bring herself to run away. Because she’d encountered this sort of hunger before. Running was futile. She’d be dead before she could even reach the door.

“M-Mother...look how big your teeth are.”

The figure in the dark stood up, removing the night gown from their person. Red already knew this wasn’t her mother. She’d sensed it too late and what sickened her more was that there was a chance that those creatures were telling the truth.

Briarden was dead and she’d eaten his flesh and drank his blood. Red could only take comfort in knowing that the reynard would be a part of her forever. Or for as long as this moment she existed would allow. Because her end would come soon.

At the hands of this predator. 

At the hands of this wolf.

Red closed her eyes, prepared to accept her fate. A loud growl and gnashing of teeth erupted through the silence. She prayed that her mother was safe. She silently asked for her uncle’s forgiveness for being so foolish. Just as a puff of hot air brushed over her entire body, she whispered one thing before it would come to an end.

“...Taehyung.”

Glass shattering and wood splintering caused Red to jump back - her eyes frantically searching in every direction. Loud and ferocious snarls and howls tore through the small space inside the cottage and she gasped when her eyes spied not one, but two wolves tearing through the small room - fangs flashing and claws ripping through one another. Spying the pelt that belonged to the other wolf, an overwhelming sense of dread seemed to swallow Red completely.

“TAEHYUNG!”

The scent of blood rushed through Taehyung’s nostrils. The sign of a messy kill, a show of force. He could feel the ground pulsating under his paws. The question lingered in the air, spoken in hissing whispers: There’s another?

You must go faster! Quickly.

Aithne’s claws dug into Taehyung’s back at the sound of the voice that urged them both to go faster. “Briarden?” The cait-sidhe spun, clinging to the Wolf’s form. The tears welled in her eyes as the wisps of the reynards spirit fluttered like ashes in the wind.

Please. Faster. Danger.

Taehyung couldn’t hold the growl rumbling in his throat. The Wylds vibrated with energy because wolves now walked the lands. Aithne gulped air as she realized what she had lost. When she realized whom she had lost. 

The Wolf’s form began to change; the scent of fear was a sweet tang in the air. Aithne held herself together as they closed in on the cabin. The whispers turned into a cacophony of sound. 

There’s another.

This energy was familiar because it was kin. The cait-sidhe leapt from his back as Taehyung charged the cabin. He didn’t bother calling her name, didn’t bother worrying about the door. He could smell her fear, taste it in the air - and he knew it well.

Because he was, at one time, the reason for it. It 

was a flavor he had promised not to experience again. There was another Wolf? After all this time - there was another.

It was too bad he would most likely have to kill him. Taehyung heard the small utter of his name as he barreled through the window. Mouth open, he went immediately for the other Wolf’s vital spots. 

He heard Red’s voice as she screamed for him. He felt the drag of claws against his side. He didn’t care as he snapped his fangs at the other creature’s neck. His own nails dug into the opposite creature’s flank. Shards of glass embedded in his skin, and he didn’t care. All Taehyung cared about in that moment was ripping the other wolf to shreds for entertaining the idea of devouring what was his.

A spray of blood of fur splattered across the wooden floor. The other Wolf whirled around, giving Taehyung space to place himself in front of Red. Blood dripped from pear fangs as the Wolf laughed, his lips spreading out as the Wylds were visible behind him.

“Ah, so it’s true then,” the Wolf spoke, raising his hackles a measure, “another of my kin. I detected your scent on her, but was curious as to why you let her escape with her life.” The Wolf’s grin grew. “You would claim a creature such as this as your own, Brother? She is food and nothing more. You know this.”

Taehyung was vibrating with rage as the other Wolf spoke. "The actual question, Brother, is why would you go after something that isn't yours?" He could feel his claws digging into the floor. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from charging the intruder.

"This one isn't food." He gnashed his teeth between deep snarls. His tongue held steady for fear of endangering her further. "And you know nothing." There was a barbarous aura filling the air as Taehyung moved backward toward Red. The kind of feeling that had once been familiar to him. That time from long ago where the kills were indiscriminate; for the sake of survival. 

The Wolf laughed again. “If you claimed her as something more than food, then perhaps I would’ve abstained. But you haven’t marked her, Brother. Not properly.” He lowered himself down slightly, rolling his shoulders back as his tail swished back and forth. “And since she isn’t properly marked, then she is also free game.”

Before Taehyung could throw out another rebuttal, the other Wolf launched himself clear across the room. He knew he would have no choice but to take the hit. If he moved, Red would be caught in the thick of everything and would get hurt in the middle of their scuffle. No, he had to remain rooted where he was and then grasp for an opportunity to throw him out of their enclosure and out into the open where there was more breathing room.

Not properly. He hasn’t claimed her properly. The other Wolf spoke the truth, and yet he felt pangs of guilt striking at the edge of his rage. The other Wolf went airborne crashing into him. Taehyung howled as claws dug into his skin. 

“Aithne, get her out of here!” Taehyung roared a combination of pain and rage as he drove the other wolf out the destroyed side of the cottage, cracking out the frame as he fought to create distance. Enough distance to create some sort of advantage.  And hopefully enough distance for Red and the cait-sidhe to escape.

Taehyung felt his anger rise as the other wolf laughed as he rolled on the grass on his side. Even though he was far from what people would consider “young”, he could feel the age difference between the two of them. The level of experience was evident in how this other wolf refused to take him seriously. 

He watched the other male wolf slowly get up to his feet, shaking the grass from his fur. “Well, I suppose if we’re going to do this properly, then I should introduce myself. After all, we’re not savages.” The wolf lowered his head but kept his hazel eyes locked on Taehyung. “I am Namjoon, Young One.”

Biting back the urge to snarl an insult in his direction, Taehyung reigned his anger back to reciprocate the gesture. “Taehyung.”

“If this is to be the end for either of us, I think it fitting that we at least be entreated to carry the burden of the other’s calling, hm?” Namjoon grinned, revealing rows of fangs, before lifting his head to the sky and allowing a howl to rip through the vast expanse. 

Taehyung sensed movement from the cottage, but he dared not move a muscle. He didn’t want to even risk answering the wolf’s call. Namjoon was kin, yes, but this was also clearly a fight that had a prize at the end. He couldn’t afford to lose. He couldn’t afford to lose her.

A swift blur of crimson tore through the front door of the cottage. He didn’t have to look to know it was Red being guided by Aithne. If the feline was smart, they would beeline for the forest and not look back. They would not stop until they were back at the village where it was safe. 

At least, that was his hope. 

Taehyung looked back just as Namjoon sprinted forward, tearing through the field and kicking up sprigs of grass. The older wolf released a primal roar before jumping into the air in the attempt to maul Taehyung to the ground. Finally, he belted out his own call in response to the challenge.

He wouldn’t die here. He couldn’t die here.

A familiar sensation flooded his bones at the sound of Namjoon’s approach. The sounds of battle, of kin bleeding and dying, fighting each other over something neither side could remember. Taehyung let loose another roar of challenge. He pivoted to the side, barely dodging the snap of Namjoon’s jaws. He chomped down on the other Wolf’s foreleg with a wild shake of his head. Namjoon yelped in surprise, turning to try and snap his jaws at Taehyung’s face. 

Taehyung fought to keep his hold, twisting and turning to keep his neck far from Namjoon’s teeth. It was his turn to yelp when Namjoon crunched down on jowls near his ear. The motion caused him to bite harder through the foreleg in his mouth. There was a satisfying snap before they both gave each other a wide berth of space.

There was blood oozing down the side of his face from the tip of a missing ear. They circled each other, haphazard and bloody; saliva dripping and fangs bared.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Taeyhung bellowed, “do you not remember?! If we are what’s truly left, why are we doing this?” 

“Of course I remember!” Namjoon snarled as he tried to bear weight on his front leg. “You think I’ve lived as long as I have, not to remember the war?” His frame swelled with a raise of his head. “We are devourers, Taehyung. We consume - we feast. It is our right!” 

“We don’t have to consume everything! That’s why we fought! We must leave something behind, Namjoon!” Taehyung’s eyes shifted between the other Wolf’ gaze and his leg. A wounded creature is an even bigger threat and Namjoon was already a threat enough. “Have you ever wondered why it is you hadn’t found your mate? Why any of us couldn’t find our mates?”

Namjoon clearly enjoyed being the top of the food chain. He was the sort of wolf who enjoyed the power, the rush and the thrill of the hunt. He, like many others, had given up on finding their other halves. So they relied on terrorizing those below them. Taehyung was sure that the older wolf had relied on his bloodlust for so long he didn’t think he could discern physical lust from bloodlust. 

“What does it matter, huh?! I’ve probably eaten them already!” There was something suddenly bitter in his tone. 

The scintilla of hope that Namjoon would see reason was gone in a flash. Namjoon lashed out in that small window of consideration. Taehyung’s howl ricocheted through the forest as teeth dug into his shoulder. He bit into the bottom of Namjoon’s jaw as he attempted to shake the leg from it’s socket. They were a mass of fur and snarls, each biting down with crushing pressure before needing to separate once more. 

Now both wolves limped with bloodied faces. Taehyung forced weight on his sore leg with a vigorous shake of his head. Namjoon’s tongue flicked along the partly-mauled portion of his lower jaw. Taehyung charged him. The other reared up on his back legs, one clawed paw raised to slice him open. 

But Taehyung pulled a feint at the last minute as Namjoon swiped at him. By the time Namjoon realized his error, Taehyung managed a clean swipe of claws across his stomach. The searing pain caused the other Wolf to put a greater distance between them. The grievous wound knocked Namjoon out of his shift. 

Naked, bleeding and clutching his side. The wolf could not continue. Namjoon’s growl, even in the form of man, was startling. Taehyung watched him warily, a chuff of air pushed through his nose. “I’m not going to kill you, Namjoon,” Taehyung growled in warning, “not now. But if you ever appear in front of her again?” 

He watched Namjoon spit a gob of red from the corner of his mouth. He could swear he saw the opaque hint of bone beneath the other Wolf’s hand. Taehyung didn’t pity the other Wolf for one moment.  But he waited to see if his hand would be forced.

“Don’t worry, Young One,” Namjoon smirked, “we’ll see each other again soon enough.”

Taehyung watched Namjoon turn, shift, and loped off into the distance. He turned to view the destruction of the small cabin. He shifted anxiously before moving toward the path that Aithne ran with Red. He would just have to apologize to Cardia later. 

There was an agonizing few minutes more he waited before sprinting down the path. Full strides as he ate the ground beneath his paws. The trip home seemed quicker than the initial trip into the wylds. One thought, one person, consumed his mind as he crossed out of the land of Fae. He didn’t pay attention to the change in the sky. The change in the weight of the very air. 

He bypassed the village in the dead of night. His forest home seemed to welcome him. For a moment he pondered the change in the forest atmosphere. But there was a scent that filled his nostrils and drove him forward. He could smell home as the forest grew thick and tall around him. The village, and its residents, were far behind him; the song of night and stars so familiar to him.

Taehyung felt his muscles burn as he closed in on his house. He skid to a stop at the vision in front of him. Red, with Aithne, sniffling while wringing knots into that crimson cloak. They turned to see the Wolf as he began to limp. The pain of nonstop travel, the wounds of battle, all came crashing down on him. He shifted, naked, just feet from them; his hand stretched outward. “R-Red.” 

“Taehyung!” Red and Aithne cried his name in unison. 

It was so good to hear her voice. Did she know he loved her? How long had it been since he told her? One step, two, maybe three steps before he tried to speak. He wanted to tell her everything inside of him. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion. 

Taehyung was so very tired and Red’s voice was like a dream. Everything started to grow black when she laced her fingers through his. 

The world fell in a raw tilt and his body stopped abruptly, as if some force were holding him up. Red’s scent filled his nostrils, pulling him from the dream-like haze his body was attempting to place him in. His mind grew a little less foggy as Red’s sobs seemed to shred through the muffled noises of the forest in his ears.

“I love you!” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around every part of him she could reach. “I love you so much, Taehyung!” 

Red carded her fingers through his hair and he leaned into her touch despite gravity forcing them to the ground. His own arms weakly encircled her waist as she continued to cling onto  him in what he could assume was desperation. 

“R-Red, I--”

“I never told you I loved you when I left that morning. That was the biggest regret I’ve had in my entire life.” He felt her pull back, causing him to lift his face up to peer at hers. Her brown cheeks were streaked with the trails of her tears. “And so, to make up for that mistake, I will tell you I love you until there is no longer breath in my body to do so.” Red leaned forward and he felt her lips brushing against his forehead. “I love you, Taehyung. So very much.”

“I love you. I always have.” His fingers slid through her hair as she brushed her lips against his skin. “Red? Did you know that wolves mate for life?” Taehyung thumbed away the streaks on her face. “Our meeting wasn't a coincidence. It was providence.” 

He pressed his lips against the flutter of her eyelids. “Red, you are my mate. You are my fated, my chosen. You are mine, as I am yours.” Even as his body screamed for rest and sustenance, her proclamation sent fire through his blood. “Will you really be mine? Can I have you as I have always desired?” His gums burned with the sudden glint of fags. 

“Yes. Yes! Taehyung, make me yours.” 

She pulled him down again, fingers carding through his hair. She could feel the warmth of his breath against the column of her neck. He licked a path from her shoulder to ear. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he set his teeth into her shoulder.

There was a tense moment where the world seemed to go silent. As if the world gave them solatium for all they had suffered. For the years of secrecy, as if this moment was truly for them. Red pulled Taehyung tighter against her body, her legs sliding against his hips. She turned her head to the side to give him better access, to yield to him. 

Taehyung bit down into her shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as he pulled her legs around his waist. He felt Red shudder at what he assumed was the fire racing through her veins. They clung to each other, skin aflame, burning together in the eternal vow of the wolf’s claim to his mate. He was so hard suddenly and it hurt, his hips undulating against the thin barrier of her undergarments.

Red’s eyes rolled around as he clawed at his back. He couldn’t decide whether to let her run or arch further into her body. Her heart beat erratically, skin clammy as she reached between their bodies. Taehyung shuddered as she got one hand around the throbbing width of his cock. “Tae. Please.” 

He ran his tongue across the bite mark, sending her into convulsions. Red’s grip on him tightened and he shook from head to toe. He could swear every vein in his body protruded at the moment. He growled, moving back slightly to tear the wispy fabric from her body.  She held up her other hand, jamming her fingers into his mouth. There was a lewd sound as his tongue swirled around and between those digits. 

“Good boy,” she crooned. 

Red took those wet fingers and reached down to part her folds, while the other hand lined him up. Taehyung’s mind went blank as she pulled him forward. He clawed into the ground, mouth open in something between agony and ecstasy at the slow pace that her body consumed him. He was burning for her in that half way point of the mating ceremony.  “Red, love, please...I-I can’t..” 

“You can, and you will,” she hissed. 

He heard her make a sound of wonderment. It wasn’t her imagination. He was somehow bigger than she remembered. She controlled the meshing of their bodies with fine precision. Red was wet enough that the pool of slick against her thighs made the task easier. 

Taehyung was enraptured watching her play his body like a symphony. They echoed their pleasure once he was inside of her to the hilt. He could feel her pulsing around him. A flutter of motion whirled through hun as she undulated her hips in torturously slow circles. Those slow circles grew shallow as she pulled against the length of his cock. Letting that throbbing fat head pull against that spongy spot inside of her. The one that made her toes curl, the one that had him gasping for breath and sanity. 

The squelching noises seemed to echo in the deep silence around them. Red had her hands on his shoulders. He remained absolutely still, letting her take what was hers. His mouth fell open with a quake of his thighs. He could feel that sensation, could see that glassy far away look in her eyes. A hitch in her breathing, the slight intake of air through pursed lips - the faint whisper of his name. The beast inside of him demanded its due. 

“Taehyung!” Red’s lower half began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm threatened to explode out of her body. He pulled out completely dragging the head of his cock against that secret spot. She dug her fingers into his biceps as he pulled her lower half up to his mouth. He sealed her doom with the flick of his tongue on that slick covered bundle of nerves. 

He swore his life flashed before his eyes as she came. Tears slid down the corner of her eyes as he feasted, tongue sliding between the folds of her pussy. Making sure that every single drop went nowhere but down his throat. She grabbed her breasts as her body went rigid with pleasure. 

He was a fool to not have claimed her earlier. But he wouldn’t suffer that mistake again. Taehyung lowered her body, lining himself up with that vibrating hole again. He pulled her against his cock, and it was so easy. “Look at you, love. You can take me so well now,” hee spoke in a growl as he continued to pull her against him. 

Red’s moans grew in crescendo as he continued those deep paced thrusts. “That’s right, made for me. Just for me. Only for me.” The thought of claiming her had kept him depleted at night when she wasn’t around. He had planned it all out at one point. Where he would do it, how long he would spend making love to her after it. 

There would be time for that, soon. But for now? He pulled her up so she settled into his lap. “You have to finish it, Red.” His breath began to hitch, he was already running on fumes. He tilted his head to the side. “I-I won’t last much longer. Finish it.” Those golden eyes focused on her. “Make me yours.” 

He pulled her harder, faster, until she dug more half-moon indentations into his shoulder. He could sense she felt the itch in her gums, pulling her gaze to the length of his neck. To that part of the shoulder just above his clavicle. Her body bounced, nipples erect and sliding against his skin, as she leaned forward. 

“Red, please, can’t hold it.” Taehyung sounded desperate as his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. Lewd squelching noises, their combined moans, the world was just for them. Red opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder. 

The sound that left Taehyung was triumphant. He clung to her in fierce desperation as he exploded inside of her. She tumbled off a third orgasm, clinging to him just the same. He couldn’t understand the reason for the tears filling his eyes. She ran her tongue across the bite and he felt it. The tingling sensation of completion that had him ready to hold her down again. He fell to the side, bracing her with an outstretched arm. 

Suddenly, the night seemed alive with sound. Taehyung looked at the woman in his arms. She smiled for him and then everything went dark.

Sweat dripped from Yoongi’s chin as he continued to slave away in front of the furnace. His arm pumped the large bellow up and down as he focused on forging something in the orange and red flames. It was the one thing he knew would keep his mind from drowning in the dark thoughts that continued to plague him since his sister left to travel through the Fae Wylds. It was the only act that kept him rooted to the spot as he sent his niece away to chase after her mother. 

Forging iron kept him from taking up the sword to assist Taehyung in the conflict that he knew awaited the wolf on the other side. The Wylds were not kind. Not anymore. Because he was aware of the pact Cardia was planning to make with the forest. She was intent on rousing the wylds to be her protector and now the woods would be perilous with the hunger for blood and meat; a tribute that no longer was required for centuries.

It would take a long time for the Wylds to fall back into a peaceful slumber. A very long time.

Orange sparks flew in various directions as his hammer fell on the hot iron resting on the anvil. The loud clang of the hammer melded with Yoongi’s grunts with each strike. He was almost lost to the melody and rhythm of his swings until the distinct rustling of grass and snapping of twigs pulled him from the raucous orchestra he was creating. A loud hiss issued as he set the slab of iron into a nearby pool of water, the steam rising in waves and washing over his shoulders and back.

Gripping onto the hammer, he waited for the person to reveal themselves. When they did, Yoongi dropped it immediately and all but ran to their side.

“Cardia!” 

His sister flashed him a weak smile before stumbling against him. He felt her grip tighten as she curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Yoongi tucked a few stray hairs from her face and behind her ear, framing her cheeks in his hands as he lifted her chin a measure so he could look into her eyes. The weariness was clear in her eyes and while there were no physical injuries on her person, it was clear that she’d been roughed up a bit and haphazardly patched together before being sent home.

“So,” he began, his tone as soft as he could manage so as to mask his mounting anger, “how did it go?”

“They said that you could return if you wished.” Cardia smiled, tears leaking from her eyes just seconds before she closed them. “You’re welcome at one of the other courts. You don’t have to go back to the Summer Court and your powers would be given back to you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff. “I’d never dare dream of it.” He carded his fingers through her hair. “Besides, I’ve lived the last few decades on this side of the Veil. I’m content to stay.”

“B-Brother,” Cardia stammered out, her eyes widening a measure, “does that mean that…?”

“Of course. Someone has to stay and make sure you’re taken care of.” Reaching down, he grasped her hand in his own and began to pull her toward the house. “Especially if we wind up adding another member to this household who may need a bit of acclimating to village life.”

His sister laughed, nodding her head as they entered the house. “Yes, you’re right.” 

Indeed, it was going to get a little bit more crowded and louder in the home. But it would be filled with the noise of laughter. As a home should.

Red focused all of her energy on tending to Taehyung’s injuries. The last of the bandages were wrapped around his biceps and wrists. Thankfully, his head wound healed the fastest and was no longer weeping blood. It would take a little time for the rest of his injuries to heal, but she had faith that there would no longer be any other form of conflict to enter their lives for a very long time. 

It was her eternal wish for the future she longed for with the wolf.

Taehyung’s calloused fingers rested over her knuckles, bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, seeing the confusion settle over his brows and she smiled. But she didn’t know what words to speak so she abstained from speaking altogether.

“Does something trouble you, Love?”

Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and took comfort in the warmth and security his arms brought her each and every time. Had she taken these arms for granted for so long? She would not make the same mistake again in this lifetime.

“Not at all.” Red pulled away from him a measure, resting a hand against his cheek. “But we should probably get going.”

Taehyung canted his head slightly, his bewilderment remaining etched on his features. “Where are we going?”

She smiled. “Home.”

It wasn’t hard for Red to understand why he was lost. But it was past time for Taehyung to make his home in a place that wasn’t temporary. Wolves often roamed because they didn’t have a pack. They continued to wander until that sense of community was forged. Then they could serve as the protectors of that realm, of that community, and would no longer seek out a purpose for their existence. 

Red realized, now, that the reason Taehyung always wanted to leave and wanted to leave with her was because he felt like he belonged with her. He yearned for that feeling of belonging. Now Red knew the means in which to give him that purpose and it wouldn’t just involve her.

“Let’s go back to the village, Taehyung.” Clasping his fingers in her own, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

Just as Taehyung’s lips parted, Aithne appeared in the windowsill and meowed in their direction. “Are you two ready to go?” The cait-sidhe gave the two of them a knowing feline grin. “Your family is waiting for you.”

Red lifted Taehyung out of the chair and laughed, a sound she hadn’t heard coming from herself in what felt like a very long time. There was a content expression now painted over Taehyung’s face just before he pulled her into his arms. 

“Yes, you’re right,” he whispered into her ear, “let’s go home. Together.”

Now it was time for them to truly start living their lives. They would have their own adventures. They would always be together from that moment forward.

Because that would be their happily ever after.

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wait, twsy is getting an anime? link??

(also, wouldn't it be funny if the dubs were the original character's va? ie Jermy Irons as leona, Tress MacNeille as that red kid (forgot his name), etc.)

RIDDLE?? I mean we don't know if it'll have an english dub yet and god help us if that does ever happen.

And this was the tweet that announced it! We have no details yet on what will be happening or when it's coming out

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/rp Sam and Quackity mauled to death even before they enter Techno's fence. The animals are unforgiving and the forest is magical (idk you are into Lord of the rings or not but imagine the trees are like the Ents. Basically the tress are pure good folk who reside the forest and kill the bad people). There is no place to run. The snow freezes the strangers faster. The creeper holes appear to be deeper. The whole nature stands guard. There is just nowhere to run.

THIS IS SO COOL!!!!

THE ENTS YESSSS

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Oh god Atsumu will definitely need someone who can take his sassy ass, and with grace

Like he will not hold back any punches when it comes to being sarcastic and snarky towards people, even with his ideal partner, so he will need someone with a thick skin, and someone who can be sassy right back at him,

Atsumu will need someone who can actually put him in his place, like his brother could

He needs someone who has a really strong personality

He’ll need someone who can kick his ass in sarcasm too, someone he can joke with, and someone who can judge with him lolol

They will also need to get along VERY well Osamu or it will not work

Legit, Osamu is the make it or break it for Atsumu, if you don’t get along with him, you will NEVER be with him, simple as that

Other than that, he will someone who is opposite in nature, such as introverted and quiet

They are like the female version of Osamu, literally that’s who I see

Someone who is sarcastic, and can be a little judgemental, but that is just a front

On the inside, they are sweet and soft, kind and gentle

They can show Atsumu how not to be such a perfectionist all the time

He will need someone who can calm him down when he is super frustrated with his tosses, and when he feels inferior

He will need someone who can bring him up from the deep tresses of his brain, cheer him up and tell him he the best setter ever, or just in general

Their ideal will have to be someone he can relax with

Someone he knows he can be himself, and not get judged, because Atsumu is a very sensitive person

He will need someone who can sense his moods, from ups to downs, and will be able to give him something that will help him calm down.

His ideal type will be able to get him to not be selfish at times

Atsumu will need someone who loves volleyball at the very least

He will needs someone to tear down his walls and help him with his emotions, and support him throughout his hardships

Someone who knows he is his own person, even though he has a twin.

Can handle him when he is mad and calling everybody trash.

All in all, he will need someone who has a strong personality that won’t take shit from him, but will also support him in his career and emotional stability.

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             hello  friends  !  i’m  KOFI  (  she  /  they  )  ,  one  of  your  co - admins  ,  and  i’m  super  excited  that  you  guys  have  joined  our  group  or  are  coming  back  !  thank  you  guys  so  ,  so  much  for  applying  and  i  can’t  wait  to  meet  everyone  and  get  to  know  your  muses  !  if  i’m  being  honest  ....  kairi  is  a  brand  spanking  new  muse  that  i  created  strictly  for  biscayne  ,  so  i’m  still  figuring  out  small  aspects  about  her  ,  but  nonetheless  ,  i  think  i  hit  all  of  the  important  points  !  if  you’d  like  ,  you  may  add  me  on  d.iscord  @  𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.#4090  ,  or  if  you’d  like  to  message  me  on  tumblr  ,  then  that  works  for  me  as  well  !

            (  hwang  yeji  ,  twenty - two  ,  she  /  her  &  cis  female  )  do  you  see  who  that  is  cheering  in  the  stands  ? no  ,  not  them  —  i’m  talking  about  her  ,  you know  ,  the  one  with  roseate  hued  lips  contrasting  against  waist  length  dyed  tresses  ?  it’s  hyejin  ‘kai’  yu , &  wait  until  i  tell  you  about  them  .  apparently  ,  they’re  a  junior  here  at  biscayne  studying mass  communications , &  a  lot  of  people  know  them  because  they’re  always  in  the  middle  of  that  stupid  ,  never  -  ending  rivalry  .  they  never  stop  ranting  about  how  they  worked  their  ass  off  to  earn  their  place  here  on  a  gymnastics  scholarship  ,  &  i  think  that’s  why  they’re  always  feuding  with  someone  or  only  sticking  with  people  from  phi  omicron  chi  ,  news  &  media  club  ,  alpha  lambda  delta  ,  &  gymnastics .  time  & time  again  ,  they’re  known  for   a  staged  smile  fading  after  the  stadium  lights  dim  ,  the  perpetual  fear  of  her  dream  being  fulfilled  but  still  so  far  out  of  reach  ,  &  the  discipline  of  five  in  the  morning  workouts  and  routine  rehearsals   ,  & it’s  not  all  that  surprising  that  people  refer  to  them  as  being  diligent  &  messianic  ,  but  also  unrelenting &  headstrong  .  have  you  seen  the  things  they’ve  said  on  twitter  ?  

001  .  STATISTICS  .

           name  :  yu  hyejin  . nicknames  :  kai  ,  primarily  . date  of  birth  :  february  19th  ,  1997  .  zodiac  :  pisces  . birth  place  :  brookhaven  ,  atlanta  ,  georgia  .  current  location  :  key  biscayne  ,  florida  . occupation  :  mass  communications  student  & collegiate  gymnast  . language(s)  spoken  : english  &  korean  .  love  language  : words  of  affirmation  ,  physical  touch  &  quality  time  .  ethnicity  :  korean  american  .  orientation  :  bisexual  &  biromantic  .  markings & piercings  : a  shooting  star  on  her  right  ankle  ,  ‘  lover  ’  on  the  inside  of  her  right  ring  finger  ,  a  paper  airplane  behind  her  left  ear  ,  and  a  small  crescent  moon  on  the  side  of  her  right  breast  .  standard  earlobe  piercings  ,  daith ( right  ) ,  double  helix ( right  )  ,  snug  ( right ) ,  and  tragus  (  left ) .

002  .  BACKSTORY  .

           the  yu  family  is  a  small  ,  but  tight  knit  family  consisting  of  yu  han  -  gyeol  ,  yu  da  -  hee  ,  and  their  daughter  hyejin  .  han  -  gyeol  works  as  a  chef  at  a  small  ,  but  successful  korean  restaurant  while  his  wife  da  -  hee  is  a  kindergarten  teacher  .  for  the  couple  ,  money  was  never  a  huge  problem  for  them  ,  but  having  a  child  instantly  tightened  their  money  spending  .  having  a  child  had  been  hard  for  them  ,  as  they  struggled  with  infertility  for  the  better  part  of  their  relationship  ,  but  finally  were  able  to  get  pregnant  in  1996  .  after  twelve  hours  in  labor  ,  they  welcomed  kairi  into  the  world  .

          although  born  in  a  wealthier  suburb  of  atlanta  ,  hyejin  was  not  a  child  who  was  spoiled  with  the  finest  luxury  .  instead  ,  she  was  smothered  with  the  love  of  her  parents  and  the  golden  retriever  puppy  that  they  had  gotten  her  as  a  companion  since  they  knew  they  weren’t  having  more  children  .  their  home  may  have  been  modest  in  size  ,  but  han  -  gyeol  and  da  -  hee  were  proud  that  they  saved  and  saved  until  they  could  call  themselves  homeowners  .  for  hyejin  ,  one  summer  when  the  camp  she  would  usually  attend  wasn’t  coming  back  ,  her  parents  were  scrambling  to  make  a  decision  .  on  a  whim  ,  da  -  hee  came  across  a  pamphlet  for  a  two  week  gymnastics  camp  ,  and  decided  to  give  it  a  try  .

           da  -  hee  and  han  -  gyeol  were  blown  away  when  the  camp’s  coach  boasts  about  hyejin’s  natural  talent  .  they  had  always  seen  her  flipping  and  tumbling  around  the  house  ,  but  considering  that  she  was  an  only  child  ,  they  figured  that  this  was  her  way  of  entertaining  herself  .  on  a  rare  day  that  han  -  gyeol  had  a  day  off  work  ,  he  sat  in  with  his  daughter  at  came  and  was  shocked  at  how  talented  and  disciplined  she  had  been  for  the  start  .  from  that  day  on  ,  since  the  age  of  five  ,  gymnastics  became  hyejin’s  after  school  activity  .  unlike  the  other  children  who  were  dropped  off  in  luxurious  and  often  chauffeured  cars  ,  kairi  was  dropped  off  in  the  family’s  old  subaru  outback  ,  but  she  didn’t  care  .  she  loved  spending  two  hours  a  day  at  the  gym  ,  learning  new  tricks  and  participating  in  meets  .

           when  hyejin  was  thirteen  ,  her  gymnastics  career  was  proving  lucrative  .  however  ,  it’s  no  secret  that  the  sport  is  expensive  .  with  her  experience  as  a  seamstress  when  living  in  korea  ,  da  -  hee  designed  all  of  her  daughter’s  leotards  ,  and  made  sure  to  take  special  care  of  her  practice  clothes  .  their  daughter  had  been  doing  so  well  ,  but  the  couple  couldn’t  keep  up  with  the  payments  .  it  had  been  a  difficult  decision  ,  and  considering  that  they  didn’t  want  hyejin  to  give  up  her  dream  ,  decided  to  sell  their  beloved  home  in  order  to  help  with  the  demanding  payments  .  for  years  ,  hyejin  didn’t  know  that  their  parents  had  sold  their  beloved  house  for  her  ,  but  when  she  found  out  she  made  the  secret  decision  to  someday  be  able  to  buy  them  another  home  .

            hyejin  continues  to  work  hard  throughout  high  school  ,  forgoing  the  usual  football  games  and  parties  in  order  to  fulfill  her  promise  .  she  was  able  to  get  into  the  university  of  florida  ,  biscayne  on  a  gymnastics  scholarship  that  she  fought  tooth  and  nail  to  get  .  to  obtain  the  scholarship  ,  she  gave  up  countless  nights  of  sleep  to  train  ,  to  rehearse  ,  and  get  her  homework  done  .  after  securing  her  spot  at  biscayne  ,  hyejin  will  stop  at  nothing  to  graduate  and  obtain  an  invitation  to  join  team  usa  .  hyejin  is  so  determined  to  get  to  this  place  not  only  because  she  loves  the  sport  ,  but  also  to  finally  get  the  chance  to  give  back  to  her  parents  as  a  thank  you  for  all  of  the  sacrifices  they’ve  made  for  her  .    

003  .  PERSONALITY  .

           hyejin  has  a  tendency  of  coming  off  as  jagged  on  the  edges  .  she  primarily  is  this  way  because  she  takes  everything  in  terms  of  her  future  seriously  .  she  gets  to  class  on  time  ,  never  misses  a  practice  ( even  if  she’s  sick  ,  but  even  then  she  gets  turned  away  by  her  coach  )  ,  and  she  doesn’t  like  when  she  wake  up ��late  .  she  sleeps  early  to  wake  up  for  training  at  five  in  the  morning  ,  and  even  if  she’s  not  training  ,  she’s  rehearsing  or  studying  .  despite  coming  off  as  so  rigid  ,  hyejin  loves  to  laugh  .  she  loves  to  talk  and  still  loves  to  make  new  friends  .  as  for  the  elites  ....  she  can’t  stand  them  ORJUSFDS  .  does  not  like  the  way  that  they  stick  their  noses  in  the  air  ,  and  especially  hates  how  they  treat  others  just  because  they  have  less  money  .

           very  family  oriented  .  considering  that  it  was  always  only  her  parents  and  her  dog  ( as  her  grandparents  still  lived  in  korea  ) ,  there  wasn’t  a  single  thing  she  wouldn’t  do  without  her  parents  ,  which  translates  into  why  she  works  so  hard  for  them  .  her  parents  are  still  in  their  same  careers  and  the  stress  of  college  is  taken  off  of  their  shoulders  because  of  her  scholarship  ,  but  she  wants  nothing  more  than  for  them  to  see  what  their  hard  work  has  done  .

004  .  CONNECTIONS  .

the  roommate  :  kai  stays  in  biscayne  village  ,  and  opted  for  the  two  bedroom  ! these  two  get  along  well  ,  and  hang  out  with  each  other  with  their  busy  schedules  finally  coordinate  for  once  .

the  best  friend  :  someone  that  kai  has  known  since  she  first  came  to  ufb  ! i  would  think  that  they’re  a  scholar  like  her  considering  that  the  elites  put  a  sour  taste  in  her  mouth  .

the  ex  best  friend :  here’s  where  the  elite  come  in  FNDJSFDS  .  this  person  is  an  elite  ,  and  originally  kai  didn’t  know  that  the  rivalry  was  as  bad  as  it  was  made  out  to  be  .  she  noticed  them  changing  whenever  they  were  around  other  elites  ,  and  this  friendship  definitely  ended on  an  explosive  note  and  they  rarely  talk  .

the  frenemy  :  someone  that  she  doesn’t  really  like  ( and  vice  versa  )  .  brownie  points  if  they’re  on  the  gymnastics  team  ,  but  not  necessary  .  they  bicker  a  lot  but  also  know  when  to  turn  on  the  charms  .

the  platonic  soulmate  :  they  understand  each  other  like  the  backs  of  their  own  hands  .  they  can  finish  each  other’s  sentences  ,  and  they’re  as  thick  as  thieves  .  

the  enemy  :  they  do  not  get  along  ,  and  there’s  no  chance  of  them  ever  becoming  friends  .  there  could  have  been  an  incident  between  them  or  they  simply  had  bad  impressions  of  one  another  upon  their  first  meeting  .

the  one  night  stand :  whether  from  an  inebriated  night  or  simply  a  just  because  ,  this  was  a  night  that  was  left  at  that  ,  or  maybe  not  .

i’m  sure  there’s  more  to  be  added  ,  and  i’ll  surely  be  reblogging  more  posts  as  well  ,  but  hyejin  can  also  fill  any  wc’s  that  you’ll  have  as  well !

[screamingintosilence]

A/N: I started this at 8am this morning all because I saw the Dior Homme ad with Robert Pattinson and Camille Rowe in the elevator and felt compelled to write this as a Bughead drabble. I have no regrets. Sorry I didn’t finish sooner, I actually had to do work so I don’t get fired, oops.

She had been unsuccessfully trying to ignore the hormones coursing through her body for weeks now. 

He was her boss, after all. Not only that, he was founder and CEO of the entirety of Triple S Enterprises, while she was merely his personal assistant.

It didn't help that he was deliciously gorgeous - mid-thirties, all dark, brooding looks, silky tresses that she wanted to sink her fingers into as she held his head between her thighs, a toned, lean body that she dreamed of licking whipped cream off of. 

Down girl, she chidded herself. It was far too early in the morning to be getting so worked up, especially when she had yet to even face her boss.

Betty made her way through the crowd of bustling workers in the main lobby that were vying to get into the main bank of elevators leading to the upper floors of the skyscraper. 

She thanked her lucky stars that if she had to do office work instead of her dream job of investigative journalism (thank you very much post-grad New York job market), at least she was able to land working directly for a bigwig that had the finances to lease a private elevator for his upper level staff and their assistants.

“Ms. Cooper,” a deep gravelly voice greeted her as she passed the guard station by said elevator. Gerald “Tall Boy” Petite tipped his uniform hat to her as he did every weekday morning.

“Hi Jerry!” She beamed back as he blushed. Betty was the only person besides his wife allowed to call him that because no one was immune to her Betty Cooper charm. Well, except him, she thought bitterly as her mind once again turned to the image of her boss’s devilishly handsome face.

“Boss man hasn't been in yet, ma'am,” Tall Boy - as he was referred to by nearly everyone else - informed her as she continued on toward the elevator.

“That's fine, thanks Jerry.”

She hummed to herself as the elevator doors opened, running through her mental list of things she needed to get done today and what was on the agenda for her boss as well.

While she would rather spend her days researching into leads on breaking cases, freelance writing to get her foot in door didn't pay the bills on her 1 bedroom apartment. She knew that she could downgrade to a studio, but after 4 years of college in said living arrangement, she had refused. Hence needing a full-time gig that paid well enough to cover her expenses.

Her mind drifted to her best friend Veronica's offer to let her move-in, but Betty was intent on making it on her own as a way to prove her parents wrong. Always so stubborn, it'll get you in trouble if you're not careful, her nose scrunched at the voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her mother.

However, she did take up Veronica's offer of helping her find a job in which they would accept her Journalism degree instead of the usually preferred Business Admin one. V’s father, Hiram Lodge, was a bigwig himself and had several business associates in high places, and it was thanks to him and his connections that she found herself in her current predicament of constant arousal over Forsythe Pendelton Jones the Third.

Who knew such a pretentious sounding name could very well fit a brooding bad boy type, who thankfully was in no way an asshole to his subordinates. It was only to his business rivals that he was truly ruthless. And if Betty was being honest with herself, his domineering tone he used during those business dealings had her panties soaked. His emanating power was her ultimate weakness and she wished she could just bang her head on her desk in utter embarrassment over how her insides turned to jelly.

“Hold the door!” An all too familiar commanding voice had her hand shooting out to block the doors closing right after she heard hold.

“G’morning, Mr. Jones!” was heard. 

A rushed “Tall Boy” the only response, before the tall frame of the man who haunted her dreams and played a starring role in her dirtiest fantasies crowded the doorway of the elevator, pulling up short at the sight of his PA.

“Ms. Cooper,” his voice like velvet caressed her as she felt her nipples go hard and her breasts grow heavier from it alone. “Perfect, you’re here.” His smile nearly had her falling to her knees at his feet.

Get it the fuck together, Cooper, she berated how easily he undid her without even knowing. Or caring, the voice in her head added snappishly.

She had been late getting up this morning, which hasn’t left her enough time for her normal daily AM self-care session with her favorite vibe that she had found extremely necessary since starting at Triple S. In the month of being his PA, she hadn't missed a day, but her she was, stuck on an elevator ride with the one man she wanted to get utterly lost in.

He leaned past her, hitting the button for their floor where his office was. It was all she could do to keep breathing normally, something she regretted at once when the intoxicating scent of his cologne washed over her senses and she felt a gush of wetness at the apex of her thighs. The doors slid shut and the box started to rise.

Fuck, not now, Cooper. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a terrible idea on her part as the lace of her underwear only made the friction more intense. She could feel her arousal painting the inside of her thighs.

You're such a horny mess, she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. As attuned as she was to her own body, she could practically smell herself and her face flushed at the realization. She only prayed that the scent of his cologne would mask the smell from the object of her arousal.

She tugged at the hem of her shorter than normal pencil skirt, her brain once again cursing itself for sleeping through her alarm. She realized too late how terrible of an idea it was. His eyes snapped to get at the movement, taking in her form and where her garter belt peaked out from under the skirt.

She watched in horror as his nostrils flared and he took a deep breath to compose himself. It was the wrong, or right, decision on his part as he caught the unmistakable whiff of her excitement. His eyes fell shut for the briefest moment before opening once more. 

To her shock, his normally green eyes were nearly overtaken with the black of his irises blown wide. “Ms. Cooper,” his voice was so deep she could feel the vibration of it to her core.

He stepped towards her, all but backing her into the corner. Her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved, drawing his eyes down to her cleavage that was nearly spilling out of the low cut shirt that she had thrown on in her haste to not be late. She watched as his tongue darted across his lips, a soft mewling sound dropping from her own unwittingly.

There was a soft growling sound in response as a soft “Sir” fell from her mouth. 

She could see the tether snap in his eyes as they flashed at her unbidden address, his right hand grasping the nape of her neck as his left wrapped around her waist, hauling her lithe form to his.

Their lips were millimeters apart, her eyes having fallen shut at the sensation racing through her veins. She could feel his lips hovering over hers, but moving no further. She pried her eyes open, confused by his hesitation, and then she saw it. 

The unspoken question his eyes of if this was ok, if she wanted this, if she wanted him. Her heart stuttered and her whispered “Yes” was all that was heard before his soft lips came crashing down in the most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced.

He knew how to kiss, soft pecks littered between passionate dances of his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of the spearmint gum he chewed and tobacco of the cigarettes she had been trying to get him to quit. It was an intoxicating flavor combination and she couldn’t get enough.

Her hands had tangled in his silky hair, she noted in the back of her mind how it felt so much better than she had ever imagined, as her knee rose and hitched itself over his hip. His hand that had been around her waist dropped to her ass, pulling her somehow even closer into his embrace. His hips rocked, grinding his stiff erection into her core, the sensation causing her brain to short circuit and her lips broke away from his as her head fell back against the cool metal of the elevator box.

Uncaring that his lips were no longer on hers, they attached themselves to her neck, kissing, biting, sucking until they reached the top swells of her breast. She was moaning at each kiss, feeling like she was about to become completely boneless in his arms as her hands, still gripping his hair, pulled him tight to her bosom, never wanting this feeling to end.

She was so lost in everything he was doing, she didn't even notice the elevator starting to slow. Thankfully he was aware enough of where they were that he pulled back slightly as he felt the box of metal reaching its destination. He pecked her lips twice more, tucked her hair that had fallen out of her bun back behind her ear, and lowered her still hooked leg back to the ground.

They both straightened their clothes and hair as he folded his suit jacket which he had yet to put on over his arm to hide the evidence of how much she excited him. He gave her a quick wink before guarding his features as the elevator pinged to signal their floor and the doors slid open to reveal a matronly Ms. Grundy at the executive receptionist’s desk.

He placed a hand at the small of her lower back which caused her to shiver with delight.

“Morning Geraldine,” he greeted the older lady warmly. “Looking beautiful as ever.”

“Good morning, Gigi!” Betty added brightly.

“Morning Mr. Jones, Betty,” the lady blushed at the young CEO’s greeting.

“Please hold all my calls and reschedule any visitors for me this morning, Ms. Cooper and I have a very important last minute meeting that is expected to last for a while. I'll let you know when it's done.” Betty’s eyes flashed to him in surprise. What meeting? Did he mean? Oh God. His face gave absolutely nothing away.

“Of course, Sir. Have a wonderful day!” Her face showed absolutely no sign of suspicion and the tightness in Betty’s chest receded by a fraction. 

His hand, still pressed to her lower back, pushed her forward, ushering her down the hall. They passed her desk and he guided her into his office. His sound proof office, she reminded herself. Closing the door and flipping the lock, as an extra precaution, he guided her until her back was pressed against the mahogany and his arms were caging her in.

A cage you very much don’t mind being in, her mind was racing at all the possibilities of this unexpected turn her morning took.

“Now, Ms. Cooper, where were we?” His hooded gaze weighed down on her and she bit her lip at how his voice washed over her.

Her hands grasped his tie to pull him closer and she looked up at him through her lashes. “Mr. Jones.”

[iuinspires]

Love Poem in Singapore: My Second IU Concert

On 6 Dec 2019, I was blessed with the opportunity of seeing IU perform live for the second time at her Love Poem concert tour in Singapore.

I must confess that in some ways, things didn't go smoothly for me: ticketing was somewhat traumatic, because the tickets for the original 7 Dec Saturday show sold out within an hour of release, even before I had logged on to the site (sorry for underestimating your popularity, IU!); after I secured a Friday ticket, I couldn't help fretting about whether I could get to the concert venue from work on time; when I reached the concert hall, I realised I had missed out on collecting the SG Heart IU fan support items and the free IU postcard from the concert organizer; and towards the end of the show, my phone ran low on storage and battery so I couldn't take further audio recordings.

Yet there was a silver lining to everything: getting a Friday ticket turned out to be blessing in disguise because of a family commitment cropping up which would have made attending the Saturday show a challenge; my day at work turned out to be fairly peaceful and productive, so I did leave work on time; not having the fan support items prompted me to initiate a conversation with a fellow uaena; and not being burdened with the need to record everything allowed me to focus purely on enjoying the show. Above all, no number of minor obstacles could detract from the wonderful experience of seeing IU again. So let me try once again to document my precious memories, before they slowly fade with the passing of time.

Pre-concert

So on the fateful day of 6 Dec, I woke with a feeling of great joy and anticipation; all day at work, it took supreme discipline to rein in my feelings of excitement to concentrate on my tasks. Thankfully, I left on time and rushed down to the concert venue from my workplace by train. As I walked from the train station to Star Vista, I was quite amused to spot a number of people selling (selfmade?) IU posters and merchandise along the roadside, but  refrained from stopping to avoid the risk of being late. It seemed that everyone around me was making their way to the concert as well, for they were all holding IU concert tickets or knick knacks.

As I was queuing to get to the concert hall, I took the chance to observe the profile of my fellow uaenas again. I noticed that compared to last year, where the nationalities of the concert goers were distinctly varied, this year's crowd seemed to be predominantly Singaporean - probably a direct result of IU having more Southeast Asian stops in this year's tour. It made me glad that IU did have a sizable Singaena fanbase after all, that was sufficiently large to sell out two days !

When I was seated in the hall, I realised that everyone except myself was holding on to IU postcards and fanchant guides. I was also puzzled about where the SG Heart IU fingerlights were, which I had assumed would be at the seats. I plucked up the courage to ask the fellow uaena next to me where she had got hers, and she said she had picked them at the bag check area (sorry SG Heart IU, for not reading admin instructions properly!) I spent the next few minutes feeling dismayed at the thought of not being able to being able to do my part for the fan support - but the feeling of disappointment was soon replaced by excitement when the IU band members made their way to the stage to screams from the crowd. There was no sign of IU yet though - until the fellow uaena next to me nudged me excitedly and said, "Look, I think that's her!" From our circle seats we had a fairly good view of the whole stage including the curtained areas, and there, indeed, was a familiar, petite figure peeking out from backstage. I don't think anyone else noticed though, or there would have been wild screams! My heart skipped a beat, and I was too dumbstruck with excitement to respond. (To my fellow uaena, if you are reading this, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be rude!)

Opening segment

Before we knew it, the lights dimmed, and IU emerged on an elevated platform under a spotlight in the middle of the stage, singing the upbeat, cheery opening line of "unlucky" in her clear, sweet voice. She looked lovely and girlish with a white flower in her long, flowing tresses, clad in a soft, frilly yellow dress speckled with blue flowers (an image which for some reason was reminiscent of Lee Soon Shin to me.)

I guess for me, the opening is always one of the most emotional and special moments of an IU concert. For overseas fans like myself who hardly get to see IU, there is something incredibly surreal about seeing that familiar figure and hearing that familiar voice in person. I can still recall how overwhelmed I was when I saw IU for the first time at last year's concert - in fact I now associate the opening song "Red Shoes" with the feeling of euphoria, and for the same reason, "unlucky" will have a special place in my heart as well. The audience shared my joy too, for it went absolutely wild with rapturous screams at the sight of IU, and kept up with this energy level throughout the concert.

IU moved on to a lovely acoustic rendition of Palette, before greeting the audience in a mix of Korean and English. She introduced herself as "IU who loves so much Singapore" - an awkward turn of phrase, but all the more adorable because of that! She expressed her happiness at being in Singapore for a second time, and talked about how this was her favourite venue (because of the "atmosphere, sound, mood...and the colour of the chairs - very red"). She also made us raise our hands to indicate whether we were here last year, and when most of us did so, she marvelled at how we have "so much loyalty here in Singapore".

For the rest of the segment, she sang "Autumn Morning", "Friday" and "Secret Garden". I recall IU had mentioned in one of her concert stops in Korea that for the opening segment, she had deliberately chosen songs that would allow the audience to focus on her vocals. And indeed, the songs were perfect for showcasing the light and mellow side of her voice. Before singing Autumn Morning, she told us to imagine the following: "blue sky, the children, lovely family, lovely mum, lovely dad...lazy son" (to which everyone burst out laughing). And when she started singing the first two lines of the song acapella, her voice pure, clear and gentle, I did feel as though I had been transported to a temperate country on a crisp autumn morning with fresh air and bright sunlight.

The theme of nature continued with "Secret Garden", where IU stood in front of a gorgeous projection of lush greenery, and behind three panels of silvery light that seemed like cascading waterfalls. It was a breathtaking sight that complemented the beauty of the song and IU's voice, and created an enduring image which will always come to mind whenever I hear "Secret Garden" now. It was also a fitting end to the first segment with its mix of sweet, uplifting and lyrical ballads.

Segment two

One of things I admire most about IU as an artist is her versatility, and she demonstrated this in the second segment with a setlist that had a completely different mood and vibe from the first. If the first segment was about showcasing IU's light and sweet voice, the second part was a chance to show off the sultry and husky side of her vocals. She kickstarted the segment with "The Visitor", a slow but groovy number with edgy and sensuous vibes. It's my favourite song in IU's latest album, and hearing it live was absolutely thrilling! IU was dressed to match the mood as well, clad in a blouse with bold prints matched with a short black skirt, hidden teasingly beneath a loose, draping coat, and with a sparkly black beret and boots to complete the look.

For the rest of the segment, IU performed a mix of her more groovy tracks and lively dance numbers: "Jam Jam", "Twenty-Three", "BBIBBI", "Hold my Hand", "Last Night Story" and "Blueming". I generally gravitate towards IU's ballads, but I actually found myself enjoying this segment the most. Other than IU's charismatic and energetic stage presence, I was  buoyed by the audience's infectious enthusiasm; even for a reserved person like myself, it felt exhilarating to be singing and cheering along with a huge crowd, bound by our shared love for the little bean onstage. IU commended us for our high energy level as well, commenting a number of times on how passionate and "high-tensioned" Singaenas were and how enthusiastically everyone was waving their lightsticks. At some point she teased someone for waving her lightstick at two times the speed of everyone else - "Maybe your hand will be less painful if you sway it together with the audience". Our deafening fanchants for BBIBBI also prompted her to declare Singapore as "the hometown for BBIBBI".

Another notable moment was during "Blueming", where the the SG Heart IU fan event was pulled off successfully. The audience in the stall seats turned on their colour-changing rose-shaped lights, turning the concert hall into a beautiful illuminated field of multi-coloured flowers - a perfect tribute to the million blooming roses referenced in "Blueming". IU commented later that she had initially thought that the audience was waving her official lightstick, before realising that it was a fan event, which she described as "the cutest" ever, and very pretty. Even though I was a little sad that I wasn't part of the fan event, I felt really happy seeing how nice it looked, and how it brought a smile to IU's face.

Segment three

IU started off the third segment with the heartwarming singalong favourite Meaning of You, which the audience sang with great gusto. She looked elegant in a long-sleeved, ankle-length white dress that was old fashioned but classy - my favourite outfit for the night.

The highlight of this segment came when IU announced that she had a present for us - an idea which came to her only two days ago, and which the team had to prepare in a rush. The audience stirred with excitement, and I was filled with anticipation too, expecting a local song which IU typically prepares for her overseas concerts. But we were all in for a bigger surprise when IU said: "Please don’t think of me as a singer, but think of me as Jang Man Wol". She proceeded to seranade us with a medley of Hotel Del Luna OSTs ("Lean On Me", "All About You", "Remember Me", and most notably, "Happy Ending" with her self-written lyrics) while a video montage of Jang Man Wol and Goo Chan Sung moments played in the background. I was swooning internally, and I'm sure in the rest of the audience was too - especially the few ahjummas and ahjusshis I spied in the audience, whom I guessed might have been new fans from the drama!

After the medley ended, IU said her Korean fans would be really sad as she had never sung "Happy Ending" for them even when she requested it, and made us promise to keep this a secret from her K-uaenas. (Nice try, IU!) She also shared how close she was to the HDL team, whom she had watched Frozen 2 with recently, as well as her love and respect for Gummy (singer of Remember Me) - which hilariously created some confusion with the translation initially as the Korean pronunciation for "Gummy" also sounds like "spider".

IU then wrapped up this segment with two sentimental ballads - "Lullaby", and "Through the Night", another crowd favourite which I enjoyed singing along to as well. Before the last line - "I hope its a good dream", IU gently murmured "Singapore" - and for some reason that triggered a sudden surge of emotions in me. It brought to mind how two years ago, as a new fan, I wasn't sure if IU was even aware that she had fans in Singapore, and seeing her seemed all but a distant dream - and reminded me how lucky I was to have her here now, acknowledging our presence as fans.

Segment Four + Encore

IU returned in a sparkly dark coloured dress for the fourth segment, which began with "Sogyeokdong". IU commented that this was a song with underlying sadness, but Singaenas were still so excited that she coud not help excitedly waving her hands too - "I'm not a pro...Even when I'm singing ballads, I can't control myself". (It's ok to be slightly unprofessional at times IU, it makes us even happier when you are happy!)

"Sogyeokdong" was followed by "Red Shoes", which evoked a wave of nostalgia in me as it brought to mind the exciting opening for last year's concert. IU then said she would have to move on to the last song -  eliciting loud groans from the audience - to which IU chuckled and teased us for our "pro reaction". The purported last song was "Above the Time" - a song which I didn't like immediately when it was first released, but which I grew to love the more I listened to it. I have to add too, that it's a song that sounds absolutely amazing live, and gave me goosebumps listening to it then!

After IU left the stage, the audience promptly began to chant "encore" repeatedly. IU returned shortly after in a long gem-studded pink dress, laughing at how she didn't even have time to go to the washroom because of our immediate chants. She ended off with "Good Day" and her titular song "Love Poem", before leaving the stage.

Re-encore

A few audience members began to leave, but the vast majority were clearly seasoned fans who knew what to expect, for the loud chants for encore started again. After a brief interlude, the IU band members returned onstage, followed by IU, to wild cheers from the crowd. Being used to seeing IU's characteristically baggy shirts and oversized sweaters for her re-encores, I was surprised to see her dressed girlishly in a sweet cream-coloured sweater pulled over a pretty floral dress.

The re-encore started with "Heart", which IU sung with the audience, in keeping with uaena tradition. IU quipped that at overseas concerts, she enjoyed hearing the imperfect pronunciation of her international fans, but Singaenas were just too good in Korean. IU continued asking for song requests thereafter - but the screams were so loud I couldn't hear a thing! She settled on "Sleepless Rainy Night" (which I was delighted to hear), "Night of the First Breakup", before wrapping up with "Someday".

Post-concert reflections

The 2018 dlwlrma concert will always have a special place in my heart as my inaugural IU concert, but I think this year's Love Poem concert experience was even better.

For one, it felt more fun and intimate because IU was even more interactive with the audience this year. There were many hilarious moments - like when she teased a male fan for dancing very animatedly throughout the concert, and pronounced him the cutest guy in Singapore - or when she laughed at how a female fan responded to her in Korean when she spoke in English. The rapport between IU and the audience also felt even stronger this year - the audience demonstrated an energy level that seemed to surpass last year's - and you could see how IU in turn radiated with joy to see our enthusiasm. She regularly teased us about how loud we were, and at one point, also commented on how there seemed to be "no shade" in Singapore - meaning that everyone here seemed really happy. My heart was also full hearing her express her love for Singapore - she talked about her family holiday here in January this year, and how her brother liked it so much that he was seriously considering doing his exchange studies here (please do so, IU's brother!)

But above all, what I found most moving and meaningful was IU's introspective musings on sadness, happiness and love. She spoke of how during this year's concert tour, there was a bit of underlying sadness during each of her concert, but in today's concert, she was laughing all the way even for the sad songs, and there was no single space for sadness to come in. I felt a sense of relief hearing that - for prior to the concert, a part of me was worrying about how IU was coping with recent events - and whether she would be reining in her sadness to deliver the smiles and energy expected from her as a performer.

But I guess IU has always been a strong and resilient  person, and one to give love and provide healing words of comfort, as she did during my favourite part of her concert talk. I think paraphrasing her words might not do her justice, so let me just reproduce her words here:

"I come here only once a year so I don’t know in detail what kind of troubles you’re living with and what makes you sad, but I think that all people live with similar problems, similar troubles. Right? Anyway, when you feel dispirited and want to end everything, I wish that you think of our promise today: to meet me here next year. You have to remember! We promise. To meet here again next year, we will right? All promises are truly important right? Keep your promise! Day by day, if you live on breathing slowly, it will soon be next year, right? And I’ll come back again to make another promise, to meet here next year, and we keep our promise again, and again, and again, and again. Right? This will be easy. I’ll do it as well. Promise. I hope that today was a good day. I.. (hesitantly) love you."

IU went on to say that this was her first time saying I love you in English, and added, almost bashfully: "I adore you. I cherish you." When she said this, I felt my heart expand with a warm, fuzzy feeling of peace and joy.

Perhaps it was because of these uplifting words and IU's repeated reassurance that she would be back - and perhaps because the adrenaline from the infectious enthusiasm of my fellow uaenas had yet to subside - the post-concert blues didn't hit me immediately after the concert ended. I recall last year I had remained in my seat, feeling lost and empty, but this year, I left beaming as I made my way out of the concert hall with the rest of the crowd.

The post-concert blues did sink in a little the next day, as I relived my memories looking at other fancams - but mixed with this was a feeling of gratitude and joy at how blessed I had been.

Thank you IU, for giving love through your Love Poem concert, and I look forward to seeing you again next year.

[ruki--mukami]

Hello admin!! How are you? This is kind of long so feel free to ignore it and come back when you have energy.

Ruki's birthday was the next week and his gf was planning on surprising him by making an unexpected celebration.

She went to a perfume store and got him two pairs of diff. perfume and got a black box with red ribbon for the gifts.

She went without him knowing to search for the place they'll go it took her alot of time since she's a bit picky when she got home he was waiting her asking her where did she go she refused to answer (to not ruin the surprise) he got mad plus he was smiling a guy's scent on her.

He throw her in the dungeon and nearly sucked her dry, he got out searching in her bag for a proof when he found her journal he read the last pages and was very shocked and ashamed of himself.

He took care of her until morning came she refused to talk with him when he got out she took the chance and went to her home willing to stay at her home.

Let's say the guy's smell was when she got to the restaurant a guy pumped into her by mistake.

"Oi, Livestock. Open up. You can't keep ignoring me like this. Don't make me come in there myself."

A moment of silence passed. No answer, just as he expected. Sighing, the Vampire teleported through to the other side, looking around the house for his beloved until he finally found her, startled and seemingly unhappy to see him after all she endured.

"Ah, there you are. Good grief, you really left me no choice. How have your wounds been healing ever since I imprisoned you that night? I tried desperately to nurse you back to health, and I still intend to do so, even if you make me out to be some kind of monster now."

Whether she would accept his embrace or not, Ruki rushed to her side and immediately scooped her into his arms, relishing in the familiar scent that brought him unparalleled comfort. However, a refreshing fragrance permeated the room, one that she smelled elsewhere. In hopes of making amends, the Vampire had worn the perfume she bought for him as a birthday gift. Pulling away with a regretful smile, he gazed directly into her eyes, her hands in his.

"At least allow me to apologize face-to-face. Sucking your blood in the dungeon, accusing you of disloyalty, and being inconsiderate to your feelings... I'm sorry. I'm incredibly sorry for all of it. Of course I know by now that you aren't the unfaithful type of woman, yet even so I committed all those horrible wrongdoings when you didn't deserve any of it. It's hardly a consolation, but I treasure the cologne you bought for me. It may not be my birthday until a few days from now, but there's no one I would rather celebrate it than you, Livestock."

Clutching her chin to tilt her head upwards, Ruki lowered for a much-needed kiss. In the short time they spent apart, he already longed for her touch once more, lips pressed together in utter mansuetude as opposed to the usual violence he inflicted during her punishments. Fingers threaded into her soft tresses, deepening the kiss as though she attracted him like a magnet from how tightly his other arm looped around her waist. Although his lips felt cold as a wintry chill, along with his affection came a gentle breeze to carry away all their worries, almost as if erasing the hostility that often accompanied those stormy blue eyes into that of a calm sapphire sky. Parting from the union, their foreheads pressed together, digits intertwined.

"Livestock, I love you dearly. Not only the perfume, but also this bond we share is proof that you wouldn't just wag your tail for another man so easily. It was wrong of me to accuse you of such, so from here forward I vow not to undermine your devotion for me ever again. Besides," he playfully neared her face, "you'll soon smell like this perfume you bought for me given how inseparable we are. Even if another man comes along and tries to steal what belongs to me, it's engraved into your very being that you're exclusively mine. It was your stalwart nature and heart of gold that drew me to you in the first place, so I'll cherish with all that I am. Every birthday before this one has never given me reason to commemorate the occasion, but now with you in my life I look forward to the memories we'll make forevermore."

🧩 Hello, Anon!! I'm doing fairly good, thank you for asking! Take care and have a great day as well. ^^ 🧩

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Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 03: Dark Passions

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Additional Warnings: Oral (female receiving), heavy teasing, internal possession, body worship

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AN: And we have the smuts finally. Woo. I did it early this time, guys. Again, I just want to let everyone know that this series is going to be updated slowly. Like, one chapter a week. So just be patient with me. I promise you that it will be worth the wait. If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.” - Oscar Wilde

Kali sighed as she watched the moon slowly rise over the mountain peaks. The world was still and quiet, the occasional chirp of the cicada barely audible in the silence that blanketed over everything. Turning her head slightly, she smiled as she watched Yoongi sleep. It took a bit longer than she might have wanted, but with the aid of a sleeping draught, he finally relaxed and allowed her to tuck him into his bedroll. 

San slept faithfully at its master’s feet, his large head lifting when he heard Kali move to stand. The wolf started to get up, but she placed her hand out and shook her head. The wolf yawned and shook its upper body before settling back comfortably on the floor. She bent down to pet the wolf’s head between his ears and smiled when one of his ears flicked at the touch. 

Scooping up her satchel, she reached inside and pulled out several books. Setting them on a nearby shelf, Kali made sure the letter was nestled between the pages of the book on top. After ascertaining that the two of them were sound asleep, Kali pressed herself out of the humble mountain home and stepped out onto the cool night air. 

“I’m sure he will be seeking me out soon,” she murmured, gripping the strap of her satchel in one hand as she lifted her face toward the sky, “the tiger will bare his fangs if I do not answer his summons.”

With a wave of her hand, the space in front of Kali rippled. The trees, grass, and fireflies all blurred and tilted in motion. Finally, a dark hole appeared and she stepped through the portal. Once inside, a swirling galaxy of stars and light appeared around her. The large expanse of the void rippled with each step she took. Many voices careened at her body from every direction, causing her heartbeat to elevate with each second she was inside of that dimension. 

Another portal opened in front of her after walking several meters. Without blinking, Kali passed through the large black opening. When she reappeared, she was back in her own personal quarters in her home just outside of the Crown City. Sighing, she took a quick look over herself in her vanity’s mirror. Her satchel barely touched the ground just as a loud knock echoed from outside. 

Kali had no servants. She had no need for them. Despite a certain royal’s persistence, she refused to have any attendants that could possibly spy on her during her ritual prayers or when she crossed into The Veil. Joseon was still a skeptical nation and its people were quick to yell “heresy”, even without all the information. Being branded a foreign devil, the last thing Kali wanted was anyone being able to prove just how much power simmered beneath her fingertips. 

Adjusting the front of her robes, she retreated from her chambers and out to the main courtyard. Her estate was small in comparison to most noble households, but the King spared no expense when it came to her comfort. Her biggest budget crusher was her personal garden that was full of plants of different varieties to help with her potions. Kali took a moment to survey her plants, despite the heavy persistent knocking rattling the large wooden gate to her estate. She was in no hurry to answer since she already knew who was on the other side.

She managed to clip a few sprigs of tea leaves and some Nightshade before the erratic knocking began to grate on her nerves. Placing the items into the leather pouch that swung from her hip, she approached the gate and slid the large wooden bracer ff the panels. Shoving the wooden gate hard, it swung out loudly and knocked into the person on the other side hard enough for them to fall on their backside. He looked up, perplexed, as she scowled down at him, biting back an irritated snarl. 

“Persistence is only a virtue in some religions, Sir,” she said, her tone even, “patience is a virtue every child of man should learn to embrace.”

The young man scrambled to his feet, dusting off his clothing as he readjusted the hat on his head. “F-Forgive me, Lady Shuri!” He quickly bowed his head, apologies tumbling from his lips, before he reached to his side and pulled out the messenger cylinder hanging from his shoulders. He hurriedly untwisted the cap, pulling out the rolled up piece of paper inside. With his head bowed, he handed it to her. 

Unfurling it slowly, her eyes scanned over the elegant brush strokes that belonged to the Crown Prince. He was asking for, as she knew he would. Wishing for his fortune to be read was simply a ruse. It always was. What he longed for was something that she could happily give to him. As a subject of Joseon, even as a foreigner, it was her duty to give into his desires. It was the one thing she could do to help tampen the madness that was already starting to brew inside of him. 

She couldn’t deny him, even if she wanted to.

Folding the note away, she slipped it into the sleeve of her robe. “I will be there as His Highness wishes,” Kali replied, already moving back into her estate. 

“B-But, My Lady...His Highness, the Crown Prince, said that I should escort you personally.”

She glanced at the messenger over her shoulder, cutting her eyes at him. All he could do was stand frozen in terror before a dark smile spread over her full lips. “His Highness will receive me when I am ready to be received. He knows I have been traveling and need to change.” Kali began closing the gate. “I will see him soon.”

The messenger swallowed the lump in his throat, fearing more for his life than for the lack of her presence accompanying him on the way back to the palace. But if he was smart, he would relay her words exactly as she said them to the Crown Prince. He would know the meaning behind them and he would be patient for her. Otherwise there was no meaning or value to their relationship in the first place.

Pulling the pin from her hair, her dark tresses fell about her neck and shoulders as she entered her manor. It wouldn’t take her long to gather up the herbs and oils needed for a nice soak in the bath. As for her clothing choice, Kali knew she would have to pick something shimmery but tasteful. 

Even if her robes would not be on her person for very long.

It was late and he’d dismissed his servants for the evening. There were the standard guards posted outside of his palace entrance, but other than that, he was completely alone. The Crown Princess requested to see him, for him to spend the night at the Magnolia Pavilion, but Yoon refused. He would see his wife another night. But not tonight. 

Tonight was reserved for one person and one person only. 

Yoon paced inside of his personal chambers for what felt like hours. Every so often, he would reach up to bite his thumbnail both from impatience and aggravation. It would be a lie to say that his anger hadn’t flared when the messenger returned with Kalina’s words. As impertinent as he imagined her tone to be, he knew that what she spoke was the truth. Kalina was not a person of Joseon and, as such, not one of his people. 

She held a certain level of autonomy within the Joseon Royal Court because of her standing with the King. Whispers of him being bewitched by the foreign soothsayer spread throughout the different Noble Factions. But everyone also knew how faithful the King was to the Queen. He had two royal consorts, but the Queen always had his father’s favor above the others. The other two concubines were arranged marriages from two different court factions. Yoon’s own wife was a member of the Western Faction of Nobles.

As it stood, no one in the royal family could marry someone outside of their own country. Not like in the times of their ancestors, when Kings were warriors and legends were carved in stone; immortalizing them forever. Joseon was a strict nation; even more so after the Goryeon Empire crumbled to the ground. But if Yoon could have his way, he would pass an edict that allowed him to marry someone outside of their own nation state.

For his own selfish reasons, of course.

Flopping onto the silk cushion behind his desk, Yoon grunted. He was growing more and more impatient. How long was she planning to make him wait?

Just as he was preparing to mentally chastise her, energy warped in the far corner of his room. The Crown Prince stood, the steady beat of his heart escalating as the color palette in one part of his room began to shift. Saliva collected around the inside of his mouth as Yoon slowly stood from the floor. 

This wasn’t the first time.

This wasn’t the second time.

Kalina rarely came to him in this fashion, but when she did, it never got old.

He could watch her enter through that portal like a timeless dream until he ceased to exist.

The first thing he saw were her sleeves; a deep, rich purple spun from the finest silk and trimmed in silver. Her lithe fingers, modestly decorated with stone rings, reached into the space that occupied his chambers. The rest of her entered his room, her skin like chestnuts freshly plucked as her raven hair danced about her shoulders - just barely hidden beneath the softness of the robes she wore. She was barefoot, her toes peeking out from beneath the hems of her dress; the aroma of rose petals and lavender oils permeating his senses.

Sweat prickled along the back of his neck, her own neck bare save for a single jade pendant that hung from a thin black chain. She dipped her head slightly, looking up at him from beneath a hooded gaze. Kalina’s long lashes accentuated the forest green of her eyes, cheeks slightly tinted a soft pink from either the warmth or a flush at seeing him.

He didn’t care which it was. 

The portal closed behind her with a mere wave of her hand. The magic that existed there almost seemed to vanish, but he could sense the power that circulated through her blood. Her arms swept out to either side of her as she delicately lowered herself to the floor. Everything fluttered around her, the candle flames dancing at her mere presence. Her head was bowed, but he could still see the smile on her face; like she’d succeeded in trapping the greatest game the likes of which man had ever seen. 

Like any warrior, Kalina seemed to hold no such openings for Yoon to exploit. Yet she could pierce through every single one of his defenses. All it took was one simple phrase.

“Kalina Shuri is here, my Crown Prince,” she said, a bell-like lilt in her voice. Kalina lifted her face as he stared pointedly down at her. “...I am here, Lee Yoon.”

The trigger was always his name. His true name. 

No one was allowed to whisper it. Not even his own wife. His parents set that name aside when he was elevated to the rank of Crown Prince. Lee Yoon disappeared from within the palace walls. 

Only this exquisite creature before him, a being who seemingly had not aged since he was a child, dared to call him by name.

Yoon launched himself from the other side of the room, intent on laying his hands over every single inch of her. But just as he was less than a meter away, something stopped him. His body was rigid and no matter how hard he grunted, he was unable to break free. Wide eyes moved to look at Kalina, watching as the woman held her hand out at him - palm facing outward. There was a soft vibration in the air that sang over his skin, causing the hairs on the back of his arm to prickle. Sweat slid down the column of his neck, disappearing beneath his robes.

“Kalina,” he managed to choke out, feeling the veins starting to pop near his temple. Yoon’s eyes narrowed as she slowly rose from her seated position. “Release me at once.”

She was standing at her full height and was still a full head shorter than him. Yet in that body thundered supernatural power that only existed in myths and legends. That same power that was holding him bound in place, unable to take a single step toward her. Instead, she smirked, inching her way forward as the sleeves of her robe slid off just a bit to bare a shoulder to him. 

“Now, now, Seja Cheo-ha,” Kalina said, the bell tone replaced with something deep and velvety, “the night is still young and I have not seen you in weeks.” She leaned forward, pressing her nose into the curve of his jaw. Her scent filled his lungs instantly, breathing her in at the exact moment she breathed him in. “Let me have a look at you, hm?”

This was torture. Yoon should have her flogged, but the way she plucked him like a brand new harp was deliciously unfair.

“Release me now, Kalina,” Yoon half-snarled as he felt the tip of her tongue press against his throat, “you jest far too much.”

Her hand glided over his shoulder, teasing at the baby hairs near the back of his neck. Kalina lifted her face to peer into his eyes and had it not been for her spell, he would have lost his ability to stand completely. The sorceress pouted. “But you’re going to be leaving for a long journey soon, are you not?” He shouldn’t have been surprised, but the expression appeared anyway. “Is that not why you summoned me?”

Yoon frowned. She was going to make him beg. This was outlandish.

“Will you have me beg, woman?” The question showcased his ire, but this only caused her smile to widen.

“A lowly being such as myself would never request such a thing,” Kalina whispered, her hand gesturing over his body.

What spell held him was lifted. Upon his release, he grabbed her and harshly tackled her onto his plush bedroll. The sorceress released a soft giggle, failing to abate his anger. He hadn’t pinned her arms down and she took the initiative to reach up and pull at the small pin that held his hair in place. His white-blonde tresses fell around his shoulders like a soft curtain of wheat and he felt a ripple slip down his spine. 

Her fingers combed through his hair and for a while, neither of them spoke. Only the hushed sounds of their breaths existed between them. He lifted one hand up to press the pads of his fingers against the soft skin around her jaw. He let his thumb dip in between her lips and Yoon released a soft hiss when he felt her bite down around the digit. The loose-fitting robes suddenly felt too tight as his erection threatened to rub itself raw against the silk.

Removing his hand from her face, he slid it between the loose fabric nestled around her legs. He could feel her heat and his brows lofted when he realized how bare her attire actually was. Her flush-kissed cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink and he flashed her a predatory smirk. 

“Were you preparing yourself for me?”

Kalina huffed an impetuous laugh. “Isn’t it a servant’s duty to always know the needs of one’s master?”

He bit back a groan. Her words were like a spider’s web, trapping him further. The harder Yoon struggled, the more he was ensnared. 

Tearing at her clothes like a wild animal, every layer was peeled away to expose her sweat-tinged skin to him. He saw her lifting her hand, reaching out toward where the candles were, but he swiftly snatched at her wrist to stop her. She lifted a brow at him, aptly curious as to his intentions.

“No,” he whispered, bringing her hand up so he could press a soft kiss to the inside of her palm, “leave the light.” He grazed his teeth along the center of her hand, giving it a sharp nip. “I want to have a look at you.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his face along the valley of Kalina’s breasts; soft, pugnacious and full of warmth. He could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against his nose and he trailed his tongue between her breasts, a lascivious hunger threatening to burst from his entire body. Yoon’s hand fondled one mound and he used his other hand to pull at the ribbons keeping his robe cinched to his body. He ached for her. Yearned for her to release him from his demons.

Because only she could and she knew it.

His silk trousers fell easily off his waist and he kicked them from his legs in haste. Reaching behind him, he pulled his dark blue robes off his body and tossed them to the side; abandoned with Kalina’s own robes. He was hard and ready, his hands coated in her juices as he reached down to play with her folds. Decreed by the Heavens to rule, Yoon could only see himself worshiping this witch that lay bare in front of him.

Her fingers curled into the hair at the crown of his head, urging him forward as he pressed kisses along her stomach. He turned to press his teeth into the tender skin of her inner thigh and he smiled when he heard the gasp push from her throat. Inhaling deeply, he relished in her womanly scent before diving into her velvet heat to have his late night snack. 

Yoon swirled his tongue over her clit, the taste of her enough to get him intoxicated. The glistening moisture around her thigh made his mouth water. He wanted to draw as much sound from this woman as he could. He would never tire of this taste; this aroma. She smelled sweet and dangerous. A deadly draught.

She was a poison that he would happily drink, the promise of unparalleled ecstasy at the core of her being.

Her moans permeated the room, lost along the silk folding screens and the sheer curtains as her own sweat soaked into the silk bedroll. She quivered under his touch, his kiss, from everything he was doing to her and more. He pulled back from her folds, his lips shining with the leftovers of her essence and proof of the meal he’d indulged in. Kalina moved to kiss him, but Yoon stopped her with a gentle clasp of his fingers around her throat - bearing the brunt of his weight on his other arm that was braced just on the other side of her head. 

Yoon selfishly licked his lips, cleaning his mouth of every drop of her. He wouldn’t share. Not even with her and it was hers to begin with. He teased her folds with the tip of his erection as he felt her hips rise up to meet his own with a subtle push. His teeth snapped as he hissed, his dark eyes meeting her smoldering greens. He had her where he wanted her. Where he needed her. The level of restraint he was holding back made his arms tremble.

The look on her face, that look, was for no one else. Just him. The way her heart beat in her chest? It was for him. Kalina was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. The way the candlelight flickered across her body, cascading golden rays like the morning sun long her skin, was surreal. It was unfair. Why had the gods done this to him? Created a woman so blindingly beautiful with enough power to make any fearless man’s blood run cold? And he could not have her the way he wanted her; could not possess her the way he desired.

There were feral noises coming from Yoon as he leaned upward. Moving to his knees, he grasped Kalina’s hips and pulled her toward him. Her green eyes danced from the firelight and it nearly stole his breath away. 

“Yoon-ah,” she half-sobbed, causing Yoon’s erection to swell even more. He was going to shatter and be dust in the wind if she said his name that way again. All it would take was one more croon from her voice and he would be ruined.

Ruined as he’d been ruined time and again by the sorceress.

He could stand it no longer! Yoon held her hips in his hands as he lowered his body. “Not yet,” he murmured, his hooded gaze roving over her body, “wait for me, Kalina…” His own form trembled as he settled her over the head of his throbbing erection.

Yoon bit down on the lower swell of his lip, holding her steady as her legs seemed to open up even further for him. He was drunk off her scent, his vision growing hazy for only a split second before righting itself.

Rolling his hips, he couldn’t help the narcissistic smirk that painted over his features as her legs moved to knock into his sides in an almost vain attempt to wrap them around him. Her heat squeezed him in a multitude of ways and the pleasure that he coaxed out of her was intoxicating - her mewls of strained lust urging him onward with each moment he drove into her. The sorceress’ nails dug into his biceps, gliding up the sweat-soaked surface up to his shoulders before grasping onto the meat of the muscle there.

Tiny puffs of air lifted from her swollen lips - lips that he’d teased and pulled at with his fingers. She was getting close and so was Yoon. His tempo accelerated gradually, a low growl pushing from his throat as he watched her rutting her hips against the slickness of his shaft - their pelvic bones crashing into each other with unbridled need.

Her cry of desperation echoed throughout the room, filling the space both around and between them. This spurred him on, reaching the edge of his own need for release as he felt the stinging pain of her nails dragging along his skin. There would be marks but it was of no consequence to him. He would deal with them before he began his journey. There would be questions but no answers would be given. 

Heat spread through, filling her with everything until he was well and truly spent. The young woman beneath him had already succumbed to the pleasure she was given, her orgasm making her limbs grow weak.

Bucking his hips into her one more time, Yoon rode out the rest of his aftermath before slipping out of her with ease.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled Kalina with him so that she could nestle into the crook of his arm. For a while, all they did was share in heavy breathing as they attempted to recover. Yoon didn’t worry about falling asleep and someone finding them in that state in the morning. Kalina always left before the break of dawn, something that he mourned in the darkest corner of his heart. But decorum was standard in the Joseon Royal Court, something even he must adhere to.

He closed his eyes as her fingers traced over his brow, sweeping a few sweat-soaked locks from his cheek and tucking them behind his ear. Taking in another deep breath, he brought her just a bit closer to savor her warmth and scent.

“My poor, sad Prince,” she whispered, causing his eyes to snap open as he peered at her. Her expression looked solemn and Yoon wondered if Kalina was about to go to that far away place he could never reach. “So much pain. So much sorrow.” Her fingers, once again, combed through his hair. “So...unnecessary.”

Kalina’s words were cryptic. They always were. But they held a deeper meaning somehow.

“When you were a child, you were afraid, weren’t you?”

Yoon blinked, his lips parting slightly. “What nonsense do you speak, Kalina?”

Her eyes lingered on his for a handful of seconds before she pulled at his hair, pressing it between her fingers. “Your hair wasn’t always this fair. Once, it was darker than black.” It wasn’t a question. “Stories of unrest in the palace reached your ears. The struggles of your father in his youth before he was placed on the throne.” Her eyes lifted to look into his face. “Stories of bloodshed.”

An angry knot of pain began to form in Yoon’s chest. She didn’t need to finish this story. He knew it better than anyone. Being the oldest prince guaranteed that he was the next to obtain the crown. And while he had younger siblings, they were all princesses or far too young to even begin taking steps toward resting it away from him; his birthright. 

But the fear was still there, gnawing at the back of his mind. His fear led to impulsive decisions. One of them being the ingestion of poisons. Not just one type, but multiple types. All at once. At the age of nine, he nearly died. The physicians were beginning to think that there was no hope.

The Heavens, however, had other plans. They helped him to survive; overcoming his own crazed attempts at ending his life. The result? His hair transformed from jet black to platinum blonde. It happened over the course of one week. There was no explanation for it other than his own body’s form of retaliation to the death that attempted to claim him.

Yoon was officially installed as the Crown Prince the following year.

He was pulled from his thoughts as he felt Kalina’s fingers slowly moving from above his right brow and down below his eye. They stopped just at the halfway mark from his lips and mouth. Something crossed her features, a somber expression, and he could only look upon her with mild wonder.

“This face will be marred someday,” she whispered softly, “but that day will not be tomorrow or the day after.”

Yoon sputtered a small laugh. “Mine will, you say?” He let his hand rest at the curve of her hip. “I’ve trained my body and mind extensively, sorceress. Unless it is you, no one would be able to get close enough to harm me.”

Because she was the only person he ever lowered his defenses for.

“You are a powerful and cunning young tiger, it is true,” came her gentle reply, “but that does not mean that your tail cannot be grabbed.”

His eyes narrowed. He wanted to question her; to demand an answer and determine the reasoning behind her ominous words. It was a warning, clearly. But a warning of what?

Before he could ask, however, Kalina was already pulling herself from his embrace and retrieving her robes. He sat up slowly, grabbing his own robe and draping it over his shoulders. Shuffling to his desk, he retrieved the hairpin and waited for her to finish wrapping herself up. Just as she cinched the wide silk waistband around her midsection, he began to pull up her hair. Her head turned slightly but he used his hand to keep her head facing forward. 

“My Prince?”

“Shh,” he hushed, moving to gather up her thick waves in one hand, “let me do this for you.”

She hummed her assent, waiting for him to finish. It only took a handful of seconds to fully secure her hair in the pearl hairpin. Her hand moved to trace her fingers over the hair ornament and she glanced over her shoulder at him. 

“Is it beautiful?” she asked while smiling up at him.

“It pales in comparison to you, sorceress, but it will have to do.” 

Yoon cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her face up to meet his as he captured her lips in his own. They were dangerously close, but he held himself back. If he pursued any further, he would not let her leave.

He would cage her forever.

He watched her rise gracefully from the floor, the hem of her robes sweeping over the bamboo flooring. Every single curve of her form defied logic and as he watched her opening up the portal to leave, part of Yoon truly did want to capture her; to claim her as his and no one else’s. It was a selfish, hungry and dangerous desire, but it was there all the same. He could not ignore it. 

With a soft gaze, she smiled and dipped her head low. “Your journey will be free of perils and you will obtain success. Have no fear, my Crown Prince.”

And like a dream, she disappeared into the void, dousing the candle flames and leaving Yoon to ponder her words as everything plunged into darkness.

[toreii]

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Warnings: NSFW

She pulled him by his hand, a small giggle escaping her lips, as they made their way to their bedroom. Shingen closed the distance encircling his powerful arms around Mai's waist pressing her against him. She leaned onto his frame purring with delight as Shingen nibbled on the lobe of her ear; his hands roving along her midsection. Mai encircled an arm around him, her hand cradling the back of his head allowing Shingen to claim the soft skin on her neck. She cried wantonly feeling a stinging pain as Shingen bit her neck. His hot tongue instantly lapped the sore spot soothing the sudden ache, and causing a sweet chill to shoot down her spine.

"Shingen," Mai moaned.

He ground his hips from behind, driving Mai into the wall in front of her. She sighed softly feeling Shingen begin to make quick work of her obi. He pulled it off of her discarding it to the side as it fell over the edge of the veranda. Shingen turned Mai around taking in her flushed face.

"My goddess," he whispered in a husky tone.

She met his passionate expression with her own, a thrilled smile gracing her painted lips. The maids had gone to great efforts to make her presentable for the night. Esteemed guests had arrived at their cozy castle among them reputable daimyo and their close friends from Kasugayama Castle. Mai and Shingen had spent a majority of the night entertaining their guests. Yet, Shingen's roving hands had made it known he wanted her. Mai wasn't about to turn down the invitation. They snuck out of the audience chamber rushing back to their quarters.

Mai leaped up wrapping her arms and legs around her man. Shingen deftly caught her as their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. His large hands pushed the hem of her kimono aside palming her thighs all the way to her rear where he gave her buttocks a firm squeeze. Mai broke away from Shingen throwing her head back in euphoric bliss as she started to grind against Shingen.

He grunted feeling a knee give out. "My, eager, are we?"

"I want you," Mai stated simply, leaning in to nip at his neck.

Shingen chuckled. "I don't mind taking you here, but someone could watch," he said, pressing her back against the wall.

Mai smirked. "Unlikely. I heard you order everyone to remain at the party. The sake still hasn't run outーAh!" Shingen pinned one of her hands against the wall as he began to grind into her sex. "Mm, Kenshin...is still...haa...here…"

"Louder. I want to hear you loudly," Shingen demanded gently as he slipped one side of her kimono off her shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder while he hiked a knee in between her legs. Feeling the new pressure against her core, Mai caved into his request.

"Oh!"

Shingen smiled. "Such a beautiful voice, but it's not enough. I want to hear you sing."

He held onto her, continuing to pin her against the wall, and slipped his hand past her undergarments. He dipped two fingers into her folds stimulating her clit. Mai felt an electric feeling coil in her abdomen as she trembled with delight. Her hands clawed at his shoulders as she began to move with his fingers seeking that delightful ecstasy to satisfy her need. Shingen moved further in her plunging his fingers into her core.

"Nngh!"

"Cry, my love. Don't hold back."

"Shin...gen…"

"Mai…"

He bit into her shoulder making her cry with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her arms tightened around him as she moved with more urgency against his stimulating fingers. Shingen sealed her lips with his own, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he continued to pump into her in a steady rhythm. Their soft moans echoed into the quiet night while their tongues slid together savoring the feel against each other. Shingen curled his fingers knowing he was bound to hit Mai's g-spot. The moment she squirmed in his arms, Shingen pursued that spot relentlessly hindering all coherent thought from her mind. Mai couldn't help but cry out loud once more.

Her hand clutched at her own breast as she wildly bucked against Shingen's hand and fingers. Mai lost herself to the throes of pleasure feeling the coil in her abdomen close to bursting. Her labored breaths shortened to small, sharp gasps as she threw her head back again. Her vision blanked into white making her squeeze her eyes shut. With a few more pumps of his fingers, Shingen felt her core tightened all of a sudden.

Mai screamed without caution as Shingen continued to draw out her release. His fingers smoothly slid in and out causing her body to tremble in pleasure. Her body gradually slackened, and Mai practically slumped against his broad chest. Shingen withdrew his fingers from her folds as he set her down. He slipped his drenched digits in his mouth getting a taste of his beloved's personal flavor.

"As expected, my goddess tastes sweet as always. I'll have you ascend to the heavens once I'm inside of you."

"You mean...there's more?" Mai asked breathlessly.

Shingen reached down between them pulling the cords to his robes. Mai watched languidly as her lover easily undressed, his clothes pooling in a heap around him. Shingen parted the rest of her kimono letting it also fall around her feet. His hands trailed over her body cupping every supple part of her. Mai shivered with his touch especially when he fondled with her sensitive peaks on the swell of her breasts.

Shingen leaned in brushing his nose along her tresses. "You can't expect me to leave things as is. I want to make love to you."

Mai hummed with satisfaction. "I am yours, my love."

He removed the last of their clothing. Hiking one of her legs up and around his waist, Shingen positioned himself at her entrance. He kissed her deeply just as he entered her in one fluid motion. Mai moaned against his lips feeling his entire girth inside of her so suddenly. She pulled herself against him as Shingen began to pull out. He pushed back in her a split second later, and soon established a steady rhythm as he thrust into her over and over again.

They parted gasping for air equally as Shingen continued to drive her up against the wall. Mai tried to match his speed feeling the familiar, libidinous pressure in her abdomen growing again. Her fingernails clawed and scratched at his broad back while she rode him encouraged by his rapturous grunts. Shingen braced himself against the wall with one hand as he continued to hold Mai with the other. He gazed between their bodies, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, and their sex joined together in blissful euphoria.

"I love you," Shingen rasped.

Mai kissed him deeply, never breaking pace with him, cupping his face in her hands.

"Me too."

Shingen buried his face in her chest, his warm breath fanning along her damp skin. Mai clutched his chestnut hair as they changed the pace of their rhythm. They rocked a little slower, angling their bodies, and drawing out the building pleasure between them. Their moans echoed out into the night; the moon proving ample light of their slick bodies in the summer heat. Shingen returned to her neck and chest leaving biting kisses all over her skin. Mai shut her eyes and arched just as Shingen took a sensitive peak in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before sucking and grazing his teeth along the tender flesh.

"Mmm… Aah…"

Her hand returned to her other breast in hopes of increasing the pleasure she was feeling. However, Shingen took note and switched breasts as his other hand teased the other. Mai felt pleasantly overwhelmed. She could feel Shingen in all directions as he lavished her with attention. She only hoped she could do the same for him as she continued to ride him.

It didn't take long to finally reach that crescendo. Mai began to twitch before convulsing against Shingen. She felt him release inside of her just as quickly; her body milking him for every drop. They slid to the floor, breathless, and exchanging sloppy kisses as they pulled out from each other. Shingen reached behind him grabbing Mai's kimono, and draped it over her shoulders. He pulled her against him resting against the wall, and gazed up at the full moon above them.

"Has my goddess returned back down from the heavens?" He asked.

Mai playfully swatted his chest. Her fingers traced across his damp skin flitting across a few battle scars and the one from his surgery.

"I've always been here," she replied, tapping at his heart with her finger.

Shingen smiled. He caught her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each digit before looking down at her. The same passionate gazed remain in his eyes making her own gaze soften. Shingen held her chin in his fingers.

"Stay with me always," he murmured.

"Always," Mai replied.

They leaned in sharing a soft kiss in the summer night.

[imajin-that]

These Things Do Happen - Kim Doyoung Smut

Hi guys!! Its Admin Daisy here. (Like our new names?) I know admin Peaches said that I would be writing a Leo smut, I was feeling Doyoung a lot more lol. She is currently working on her smut (Will it be Yuta? Will it be Youngk? Find out soon!) I was really struggling with writing this because I have never written smut before. I hope I did okay, please send any constructive criticism you have, I appreciate any help I can get lol. 

Rating is 16+ as it is very graphic, but I mean, I can’t really stop anyone from reading it, so be warned. ALSO it does have Dom/sub undertones as that’s what I’m into, so please, if you’re not into that, be warned. Good luck and enjoy!

♥♥♥ Admin Daisy

The bumping of the bass, the mass of bodies pressed together, and the short skirt your friend made you wear were all things that were raining on your mood. Somehow, your best friends convinced you that going to a new night club would be fun. At first it was, but then they separated into the crowd to dance with random people. Which is fine, but not something you were interested in doing. And if you weren’t tonight’s designated driver, you’d have gone home already. Instead, you’re sitting on a cracked leather bar stool sipping sprite through a thin black straw.

Pushing the sleeve of the pink fur coat you were wearing back over your shoulder for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you pull out your phone and sigh when you realize that the time has been dragging on and it wasn’t even close to the agreed upon time to go home. The seat next to you creaked as someone sat on it, and a husky voice called out for the bartender. Glancing over with vague interest, you scan the figure of the man next to you. He’s clad in a white tshirt and black skinny jeans with holes in the knee. His head is tilted down, long fingers are playing with a peanut shell from the bowl on the counter. It’s not yours and you have no idea where it came from, but there were several shells torn apart sitting on a napkin next to it, so it had to have been there for a while. Your eyes roam his face as he concentrates on his task. His eyelashes are long and his nose and jaw were strong, despite his face as a whole seeming soft. His black hair was styled and pushed back, the pink and purple lights danced against the tresses in a way that was almost romantic. Almost because the song was about bodies caressing and breath intermingling in hot, heady waves.

“You like what you see?” His voice was laced with amusement but you couldn’t see his expression from your current perspective.

“Maybe,” You shrugged, your gaze shifted from the man next to you back to the crowd and your brought the straw to your lips and took a sip of your drink. “Lots of people here tonight, it’s hard not to see something you like.”

“Well, I certainly see something I like. How about we go dance and see if I can figure out what exactly is catching your attention.” You turned to like at him only to see he was completely facing you. His hair, though mostly black, actually had blue in it. The whole look was more attractive than you had initially thought.

“What’s your name?” You took another sip of your drink, noticing his eyes narrowing on your lips.

“Doyoung.” His eyes snapped back up to yours. “And yours?”

“Y/N.” You set your glass on the bar and stood up, “Let’s go, Doyoung.” The name tasted delicious on tongue.

The two of you wandered to the dance floor, Doyoung’s large frame pushing through the crowd until you reached somewhere further in the center. Large hands wrapped around your waist and you swing your hips in time to the music. Despite the swarm of bodies surrounding you, your focus was on the man behind you. You danced like that for a few songs before his hands started to move, one hand moving delicately across your abdomen while the other move to pull your hair to one side. His head moved into the crook of your neck, his breath coming out hot. A shiver danced up your spine as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, now exposed by your jacket falling off your shoulder. Your head fell back when his hot tongue licked a strip from your neck to your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. Eventually your hips swaying brought your attention to the fact that you were not the only one aroused. The thought had your core throb in want, Doyoung nips at your jaw, eliciting a small moan from you.

“Come on baby girl, through the crowd as discreetly as possible. Don’t want others to notice how hot you look for me.” His hand slid towards the hem of your skirt, his fingers dragging softly against your thigh before slipping under the hem. His lips captured yours, swallowing your gasp when he caresses you through your panties. “Already wet for me baby?” His words were pressed against your mouth as you panted. You squirmed a little when he started rubbing a little harder. His hand came up to your throat and settled there gently.

“Doyoung.” Your voice came out in a breathy moan.Doyoung kissed you again before nipping at your jaw and slowly sucking down until he reached the crook of your shoulder. He nipped again, harder this time as his fingers slipped into your underwear. You moaned again, louder this time. If you weren’t blissed out, you’d have been embarrassed. Nipping and sucking on your throat, he stroked your clit. Moving back up to your mouth, he kissed you right as he slipped his middle finger in your pussy, thumb still massaging your clit. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth and he used the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth. As he continued, you could feel your core heat up more as your orgasm came. Moaning into his mouth, you grasped onto the arm still wrapped around you as your legs shook with the weight of your orgasm.

Doyoung pulled his fingers out adjusted your skirt before turning you around. Looking straight into your eyes, he put his fingers to your lips. Obediently, you sucked his middle and pointer fingers into your mouth.

‘Good girl.” He said, dark eyes focused on your mouth. Deciding he was satisfied with your cleaning, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and leaned in to kiss you again. “Lets go,” His voice was rough with lust, the sound went right to your core. He turned you around and wrapped one hand around your waist while he pulled you through the crowd until you reached the bathrooms. Pushing the door open and slipping inside, you leaned against the wall and took a moment to catch your breath while he checked the stalls. Looking at him in better light had you realising he was even more handsome than you previously thought and significantly taller than you. But no so much taller that the height difference was disconcerting. You watched has his fingers deftly twisted the lock on the door before turning to you.

Doyoung’s eyes ran hotly over you frame before he sauntered over to you. He twisted one hand in your hair and pulled you in for a heated kiss. His other hand was gripping your thigh and pulling your leg around his waist. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” You whimpered as his clothed erection rubbed against your core. His hand drifted from your thigh to push your skirt up, deft hands ripped your panties off and tossed them away before pressing his thumb to your clit again. “Such a good baby girl for me.” He murmured in your ear as you moaned at his touch.

“Please.” You whimpered, wanting him to hurry and fill you up.

“Please what?” He stroked harder.

“Please fu-” He slipped a finger in you again and nipped at your ear lobe. “Fuck me. Please.” You words came out in whimpers as you asked for what you wanted.

“As you wish.” He pulled his hand out of your hair and reached for his pants, undoing the button and zipper and pushing his pants and underwear down a little before pulling his cock out and stroking it, thumb working to spread the precum around. The tip was purple and his length was impressive. The size of it had your mouth watering, and in different circumstances you might have asked if you could suck it, but at this moment all you wanted was his length stretching and filling you. Doyoung pulled his fingers out of you, and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t leave you wanting for long, however. He kissed you deeply before biting your lip and pulling back. He lined the head up to your entrance and slipped the head in before looking at you and smirking. You were about to ask for more but were interrupted when he gripped both of your thighs and lifted them, causing you to sink onto his cock. His arm veins rippled as he held onto you and both of you moaned when you were fully seated.

Barely having time to adjust before he was sinking his cock in and out of you, pulling out to the tip and then pushing fully into you at a harsh pace. One of his hands let go of your thigh, only to tangle in your hair and pull so your neck was exposed. You moaned as he sucked marks into the sensitive flesh of you neck and thrusted quickly and hard into you. When your orgasm hit again, your moan was long and drawn out. Doyoung continued to pound into you until his orgasm hit too, his cum hot inside of you. He kept himself inside of you as you came down from your highs.

Doyoung lifted you up and moved you over to the wall closer to the sink, his length moving inside you. You shook with the aftershocks and draped over him tiredly. He whispered sweet words to you as he wet a paper towel and pulled out. He wiped the paper towel over himself and then softly over your areas to clean up the leftover mess. After checking to see if you’re okay, he stand you up and pulls your skirt down, a small frown on his beautiful mouth.

“Come with me.” His voice was authoritative and you followed obediently behind him, hand in his. As you walked behind him you noticed that his back pocket had fabric in it. Focusing on it, you realized it was your panties he had ripped off. The realization made you flush. Doyoung stopped at a table filled with jackets and empty beer bottles and glasses. He pulled a grey hoodie from the back of a chair and turned to you. Smiling softly, he pulled the sweater around you and tied the sleeves together. It was big enough it wrapped almost completely around you and covered more of your thighs than before.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, a little embarrassed. “But how will I be able to give it back to you?” He pursed his lips in thought before brightening and tapping his nose.

“You can give me your number and I can contact you.”

“Okay.” He grabbed a phone off the table and unlocked it, tapping somethings on the screen before handing it to you to put your information in. In the name part he had written “Pretty Y/N.” You smiled and typed you number in before handing his phone back.

“Thank you.” Over his shoulder you saw several of your friends waving to you. “I gotta go, my friends are looking for me.”

“Oh. Maybe we can go for coffee sometime soon?”

“Definitely.”