#and that's something different from hunting because she's the one who wants to win

[theminecraftbee]

Gem lies back, between Scott and Impulse. Their blood still tastes sharp and iron at the back of her throat, which is a little silly, given that it's not like she licked them or something. There's no reason she should taste anything. She just... stabbed them, when they asked her to.

Stabbed them, because they knew they had to go red eventually, and for the sake of the team they wanted her to win.

Stabbed. Scott and Impulse.

Here's the thing: she'd told herself she wouldn't feel guilty, and she'd told herself this ages ago, when she started leading people to the End to see if the dragon would kill them. She told herself she wouldn't feel guilty, because clearly, she wouldn't let these games wear her down the way they do some people. She told herself she wouldn't feel guilty because people like to mistake her for a prey animal when she's a predator, and guilt would give the game away. She told herself she wouldn't feel guilty, because why feel guilty over having fun? It's just a game. A bloody, bloody game. She told herself she wouldn't feel guilty.

She told herself. She told herself.

There's no reason to feel guilty. She enjoyed herself, the rush of blood when running with Pearl, and then the heady feeling of having life, life, life running through her. She's pretty sure, despite being a red name, she has the most life anyone ever has in these games. It makes sense! Life and death are all wrapped up together, and Scott had choked on his own blood before he went down, even though she'd tried to make it quick, and as he gurgled over the injury she'd inflicted she'd felt life running in her and her heart pounding and everything getting dizzy and--

It doesn't matter. They told her to do it. She shouldn't feel guilty. Impulse had smiled at her. It had been a lovely smile. She hadn't known what to make of it.

And she closes her eyes and sees the life leave his.

But she shouldn't feel guilty. She tried to make it quick. Impulse had turned around, told her to do it like killing a chicken, destroying the brain stem so that he doesn't have to feel it, those last few minutes. It's fast. Humane. Like killing a chicken. Almost impersonal, except that he'd been so gentle, and they both had Scott's blood on them, and there was so much blood, and she likes blood. This whole game, that's been the point. She likes blood.

Impulse had died surprisingly bloodless but he'd screamed, for just a moment, because she doesn't actually know how to make it fast and humane, even if it's supposed to be like killing a chicken, and she'd felt--

Felt--

She'd felt good, is the thing. It had felt good, even though he'd taken several blows to bring down, in the end. Even though she hadn't managed to make it quick. Even though, for a moment, he'd been terrified, and then after that, he'd convulsed, twitching on the ground, and she hadn't known if he was able to feel that at all. These are games. They're supposed to be fun. She won't feel guilty, she tells herself. There's no reason to feel guilty.

They told her they loved her, afterwards. Quietly, through actions and words. They told her not to feel guilty. It's in her nature.

One does not blame a lion for biting when it's given meat. It's in their nature.

This is her nature. This is what she is. She knows that now. That's what this has all taught her, this game she's playing. She knows well what she is; everyone will know well what she is, when next they take her in.

And maybe that's why, as she starts laughing, she can't stop from feeling guilty for what will happen next.

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, childhood bestfriends to lovers, tlou'verse, jackson era, mild hurt/comfort

word count: 4.9k

summary: When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

warnings: okay so technically not cheating because your boyfriend literally gambled you buuut if that's not your thing I totally get it, piv, dirty talk, choking, spitting, size kink, soft!joel & feral!joel, he likes hearing how big he is, affectionate whore calling™, a hint of analplay, oral (receiving and giving)

a/n: another joel fic inspired by p.orn, we love to see it

a special thank you to @nothoughtsjustmeds for the beta! 💕

Joel was never that into gambling. 

Back before everything had gone to shit, that had always been more Tommy’s forte than his own. Joel doesn’t remember the amount of times he’d had to bail his brother out, either by protecting him while putting himself in the middle or by giving him loans he’d never ever see again. Joel hadn’t minded. Tommy was his baby brother after all. As long as he was safe Joel was happy—annoyed, for sure, but happy. 

He was surprised when he learned that Jackson had a pretty heavy gambling scene and that Tommy wasn’t a part of it. He didn’t know why that was, because even on the nights where he had to go bail him out and bring him home all bloodied and bruised, Tommy just made the same mistakes. Not even Sarah’s worried expression, while she peered from between the wooden stair railing, deterred him from it. 

Guess it was different when your own kid was on the way. 

However, despite his lack of interest in gambling, he found himself betting away what little he had for someone else—someone he thought he would never see again. But honestly, he wasn’t half bad at it so he didn’t mind it that much. His only complaint was when he had to get messy hunting down those who didn’t pay up. 

One by one the men around the table folded, only leaving Joel and Liam. A huge stack of weaponry lies in the middle of the table, Liam’s eyes constantly flit between the stack and Joel. They stare at each other long and hard. Joel knows that he’s going to win. He usually did with these face-offs. 

Liam folds. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of Joel’s lips. There’s nothing better than to take what someone he absolutely detests wants. 

“Let’s go again,” Liam grunts, his forehead shining with sweat. 

Joel raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have anythin’ else to bet on.” 

“Come on now, Miller,” Liam leans back into his chair. “There must be something that you want.” 

Joel’s eyes bore into his long enough for the man to grow uncomfortable and nervous. Only then did he speak. 

“You still have that pretty girlfriend?” 

Someone Joel didn’t bother learning the name of pipes up from his right, “I thought we were only betting huntin’ supplies this time.” 

“Come on, let the man try to win his rifle back.” Joel grins. 

“Fuck you, Miller.” 

“Careful now,” he slowly places his elbows on the old table, his weight on it enough to let out a threatening creak. He cocks his head to the side, his smile small but still there. “My kindness wears thin.” 

Liam’s an addict. And of course, he says yes. 

“You fucking gambled me away?!” your voice is shaking, body trembling all over as you pace back and forth in front of the couch Liam was nestled on top of. At least he has the decency to look guilty. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? I’m your girlfriend, not some kind of deer hide you can put on the table.” 

“Look I said I was sorry alright?” He stands up fast enough to make you flinch. He holds you by the shoulders, thumbs moving in a soothing manner. “Won’t happen again, I promise.” 

You scoff, “We both know that’s a lie.” You lift your chin up in defiance. “I won’t do it. I have free will. You can’t make me.” 

That makes Liam sweat. You can’t blame him, you’ve heard of Joel’s. . . outbursts. But honestly, that’s the least of your worries. You’re mostly confused as to why Joel asked for you specifically. You’re positive that he’d been avoiding you ever since he came into Jackson, only talking to you a handful of times. Why now? And why like this?

“Baby,” Liam whines, snapping you away from your thoughts. “You have to. He’s crazy, he’ll kill me.” 

“You should’ve thought of that before.” 

“Please. All you’d have to do is entertain him for the night, make him happy.” 

“So to be his plaything? Is that what you want?” 

“Maybe he’ll ask you to cook him dinner, hell if I know.” 

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “I’m sure he’ll just want something to eat.” 

You give him one more look before slipping away from his gentle hold. Your heartbeat is slow, hours spreading across every beat, making your chest feel heavy and lightheaded.

“Fine,” you cave, wrapping yourself with your shaking arms. “But after this, I’m done, Liam. I’m so tired of bailing you out.” 

“You can’t leave, where would you go?” 

The soft tone he used while begging you to spread your legs for Joel quickly turns into a tone with sharp, dagger-like edges. You don’t say anything. Don’t answer him or agree with him. You’re lost in a broken world. 

And now, amongst all the things you’ve been through, you have to see the pity in your childhood best friend’s eyes. 

You don’t want to be here. You don’t. It’s embarrassing. 

Your boyfriend is in the other room, brooding on his couch, examining his life choices. You’re not doing any better. Your robe loose over your shoulders, the chill of the bedroom settling over your skin. It’s especially embarrassing because it’s Joel for crying out loud. You’ve known each other since you were kids causing mischief all around the neighborhood. You still remember the time you fell and scraped your knee, how he kissed it better and placed a pink bandaid over it because it was your favorite color. 

Why the hell had he asked for you? To humiliate you? Well, he definitely succeeded. 

The door opens and you jolt. His presence is large in the room, making you shudder despite yourself. Your pulse quickens. You shouldn’t be afraid of him yet here you are, trembling like a newborn doe. He closes the door with a gentle click, the wood creaking and solidifying your fate. 

You haven’t known him for years. Even before the outbreak had torn the world apart. You had moved away two years prior and after everything went down you never expected to see him again. When he showed up in Jackson you barely recognized him. He looked rugged, more salt than pepper in his beard, his eyes drained of life. He had scars that ran deep and he had found a kid along the way. You were surprised but relieved to see he still had a big heart. 

You were ashamed the first time you two sat down after years. Everyone knew of Liam’s gambling problem, he couldn’t help it, and you knew that Joel knew. You hated the idea of him pitying you, of him seeing the world weighing down on you. You’ve heard from around that Joel also started to place bets. Nothing too big though, unlike your boyfriend who would bet on almost anything in the house. You knew those bets could turn out violent and people feared Joel. Even in a safe utopia like Jackson, the kind of man he’d become traveled from ear to ear, striking fear. And when someone that owed him money ended up with a bloody nose and broken jaw. . . no one dared to deny him of anything. 

And it seemed like you were no exception. 

Joel stands in front of you, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, exposing sinewy muscle. He stands close. Close enough that you feel his breath on your lips. Your eyelids flutter before you avert them, tears stinging the corners. 

You drop the robe, the old fabric pooling at your ankles. You’re left in a decent enough-looking bra and somewhat matching underwear. 

“Not interested,” Your entire body goes taut, eyes wide. You hear the blood rush in your ears. Joel moves past you and takes a seat on the bed, crossing his arms over the expanse of his broad chest. You stare at him and a thick knot forms in your throat. He gives you a brief look before explaining. “I only wanted to teach your boyfriend a lesson. He’s reckless. One of these days he’s gonna be in real debt to me and, darlin’, I don’t want you gettin’ caught in the middle.” 

Your heart drops. You don’t know what you’ve been expecting but it certainly isn’t this. Tears blurring your vision, you quickly bend over and scoop up your robe, throwing it over your shoulders. Somewhere along memory lane, you forgot to remind yourself that Joel was your first; first crush, first love, first kiss, first time. But it just hadn’t worked out. You had stayed close friends until you moved away, he had Sarah, you had a promising career. You were planning on getting back to him. It just never came to be. Liam didn’t know you knew Joel, only Tommy knew about the connection you two had, mainly because he was there. 

And now you had Liam—Boyfriend who calls you names because he hates everything, Liam. Shitty boyfriend, Liam. Boyfriend who put you up as a prize, Liam. 

It’s just too much. All of it. Your heart can’t handle how unfair it all is. The pity Joel shows you, the way Liam treats you. He loves you, you know that much, but he just doesn’t care enough to treat you right or tend to you when he’s so broken himself. He doesn’t understand that you would take care of him just as much. 

And now you’re just a shell. A shell of your former self. 

The first salty tear slips from your lashes, it’s followed by another and then another. 

You manage to reach the end of the bed on shaky legs, collapsing, you cover your face, heaving silently into your palms. You don’t want Liam to hear you cry, deep down you want him to think Joel is fucking you this very instant. You want him to feel guilt, or at least a sliver of the way you feel. 

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your brain doesn’t even register that Joel is pulling you into his chest, wrapping solid arms around your shaking frame. He holds the back of your neck, squeezing tenderly just like he did when your mom yelled at you and he wanted to calm you down. 

“Why are you cryin’?” he mumbles. “I told you I’m not gonna do anythin’ to you. Or to him. I just wanted him to think before he put you in any danger. What if it wasn’t me there? Not everyone is as they seem in this town.” 

After all this time Joel Miller is still looking out for you. 

“It’s not that,” you answer, between sniffled and muffled hiccups. “I’m embarrassed and so fucking tired. I don’t want you thinking I’m some damsel in distress, even though me crying isn’t really helping,” you take a deep breath and peel yourself unwillingly from his chest. “I don’t feel good about myself. I never do with him. I just feel like shit with some more shit thrown over. And well. . . now I know that you don’t want me either. It’s just too much. But I’ll be okay, thank you for looking out after me even though I’m a mess.” 

He suddenly grips your chin and pulls you close enough that your noses almost touch, “What the hell makes you think that I don’t want you?” 

“You. . .” with a sigh, you look away. “You didn’t want to fuck me.” 

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

Squeezing your chin, he forces your gaze back to him. His lips are parted, pupils wide enough to hide the chocolate brown of his eyes. He seems just as surprised as you feel. Arousal pools between your legs, heat dripping down the curve of your spine. You press your thighs together and swallow. 

Joel’s hand moves up to your cheek and cups it gently, thumb toying with the corner of your lip, “I just never thought you’d be interested if I’m bein’ honest. Especially not after. . . everything I’ve done.” 

“You’ve done what you’ve had to do to survive,” you kiss the curve of his palm and he shifts, coming even closer. “I always wanted to come back to you, you know? You’re my first love, Joel Miller. Deep down I always wanted you to be the last.” 

Joel was never an emotional guy. He always had trouble expressing what he thought and felt, thinking he always had to hide behind large invisible walls. The outbreak had put a magnifying glass over that quality of his. You can only tell that your words affected him by how the crease between his brows softens and his cheeks gain a subtle red hue. 

He only grunts as he forcefully brings your hand to his crotch, his cock hard and throbbing under your palm. His lips skim down your neck, kissing where your pulse beats frantically. Joel grinds into your palm, “You still want to fuck with your boyfriend waiting in the living room?” 

“God, yes.” 

You stand up and he parts his legs for you, allowing you to take your rightful place between them. Looking up, his fingers dance up your shoulders, pushing off the robe so it once again pools at your feet. The fabric of your bra has worn away with time, meaning that your nipples meet no resistance as they stiffen under his gaze. Joel licks his lips and brings both thumbs to the peaks, rubbing them until they’re fully hard. 

Then he suddenly shoves you closer to him, your aching nipple met with his wanting mouth. He sucks through the fabric. Saliva darkens the color. He sucks and moans each individual nipple until both are hard like diamonds and only then do you find yourself on the bed, his mouth still on you, starving for more. Your back forms the perfect arch, the sheets feeling like silk against your skin despite them being years old—almost rotten.

He drags his lips down your body, rough facial hair tickling your skin, your hips helplessly stutters into the air. Two large hands pin your hips down. You can’t help the noises that tumble from your lips. For the first time, you’re feeling whole. He lays soft kisses against your inner thighs and finally, he reaches where you want him most. 

Joel sucks your clit through the fabric and your body jerks, seeking the heat of his mouth against your bare cunt instead. He smiles, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. 

“Patience,” he licks a stripe down your clothed folds. “I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Make noise for me. If you want me to fuck you, that’s my price—your sounds.” 

Liam never liked the sounds you made. Unless you were mimicking porn and whispering how close you were, which was a very rare occasion. 

Joel slides his hands up to the softness of your stomach, squeezing gently. Like you might fade away at any given second. He kisses the lips of your pussy and his eyes flutter closed. 

“Doesn’t it feel good,” he begins, his southern drawl more prominent as his voice grows deeper. “To have that prick in the next room listenin’ to me fuck you, riddled with guilt because he bet on his pretty girlfriend?” 

It does feel good. “You think I’m pretty?” 

“‘Course I do,” his brows furrow, eyes finding yours. “Prettiest girl I’ve known since the first day my dick got hard.” 

The words send a tingle up your spine but Joel doesn’t allow you to linger on them for long. He slides your underwear to the side. The fabric sticky with slick, he immediately presses his lips deep into your cunt, tongue swirling around your entrance and teasing it by pushing in the tip. You cry out and grip his head, your legs pressing against his ears. Your heart hammers within the confinements of your ribcage. 

“Gonna ruin you,” he groans, licking himself deeper and rutting the bed. Your eyes roll back, your body melting with every fat stroke of his tongue. 

Joel takes you apart slowly. His jaw moves, head lazily going from left to right. You feel so wet, soaked, from both his mouth and your slick. It’s almost like he goes slower the more soaked you are. He draws various shapes around your throbbing clit. You're left withering under him, shaking, begging, and moaning his name loud enough that the entirety of Jackson could probably hear. The wet smack of his mouth is followed by loud slurps and groans, and your stomach coils tight. 

After all these years, Joel Miller had certainly learned a few new tricks. He wasn’t that same teenager anymore, though, neither were you. He feels different, yet he also feels the same. Like a familiar wind stroking your skin. 

“So damn wet and sweet like honey, fuck.” 

He moves away and you nearly cry out of frustration, fingers burrowing into the old sheets. You only move when you hear the deafening sound of a belt buckle coming loose. Joel’s pants drop to his ankles, cock painfully hard and slightly curving to the side. Your mouth waters, “No underwear?” 

“Got too lazy to wash’em last Sunday,” he lazily strokes himself. Today is Tuesday. He’s been going commando all this time. More saliva fills your mouth, you don’t know why but the thought excites you and he seems to notice. “You always did get turned on by the weirdest things,” he mutters. “Now get on your knees, sweetheart. Been waitin’ a long time to feel those lips again.” 

You pout, “Forearms are sexy, ask anyone.”

Joel sighs and shakes his head, his dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. He ignores your comment entirely.  “Don’t make me say it again.” 

You sink to your knees immediately after that. 

He’s so much thicker than you remember. The bulbous head a beautiful shade of red, shiny beads of precome gathered at the slit. You notice the vein meandering down the underside of his cock and you trace it with the tip of your tongue. The blood pumps harder in response, his length twitches and smears the shiny pearls against your cheek. 

You moan as you finally take him between your lips. The corners of your mouth sting from how wide you need to open to accommodate him. You manage to take him half way in, swirling your tongue, you hollow out your cheeks. 

“That’s it—That’s it, fuck—suck me harder, sweetheart, please—” his hips rock forward, his cock filling your mouth until the head is hitting the back of your throat. You choke on him and his head falls at the way your throat constricts around the width of him. He then pulls out, prompting you to look up. His hair is a mess, lips swollen and parted. “Use your spit, need you to wet my cock good if you want me to fit darlin’. I ain’t that teenager anymore.” 

You kiss the soft crease between his balls, rolling them with your tongue. You’re delighted to witness how he shudders at the soft caress of your lips, “I can see that.” 

“Get on with it then.” 

Joel sounds almost annoyed—no, not annoyed, but eager, desperate—to have your mouth wrapped around him with Liam in the other room. You don’t want to make him wait so you slowly allow a thin line of saliva to drip from between your lips. His thighs tense when it touches the head of his cock. 

“Is his dick as big as mine?” he asks, jaw locked, words bouncing off of clenched teeth. 

“No,” you gasp, dragging your lips down the length of him while staring at him through heavy lashes. “No, it’s not as big as yours.”

Suddenly you’re lifted to your feet, your body nothing but a ragdoll as he pushes you to the bed, the old mattress creaking with protest at the added weight.  

“Play with that fuckin’ pussy for me, I want to see it.” He wraps a hand around his weeping cock, his strokes hard and calculated. Your breasts tingle as you push a hand between your thighs, he clicks his tongue in disapproval, approaching the end of the bed. “Spread your legs wide, honey.” 

As soon as you open your legs and spread your folds for him to see how soaked you are, he’s quick to climb up the bed. Turning you to your side, he gets right behind you. Joel wets his own fingers, sucking on them with a loud groan before replacing yours with his own. He rubs your clit with precise movements, each stroke hitting the mark and making you see bright, dazzling stars. Your body moves on its own. Heat pools between your legs, your hips grinding back to feel the heft of him on your ass. 

“Joel, please,” you whimper. “Please, fuck me, please—” 

His lips touch your cheek and he breathes heavily, his chest heaving and rattling with every exhale. You feel the head of his cock slowly sinking into you, stretching you wide as his lips decorate your sweaty skin with fleeting kisses. 

“You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well, honey,” your eyes roll back, a mild pain blossoming from where you two connect. He brushes his fingers over your clit, the sharp pleasure shortening your breath. “That’s it. That’s my girl takin’ my big cock so well. So good. So good for me.” 

Your jaw drops as you take him inch by inch. He continuously plays with your clit, kissing you and whispering words of praise while his tongue plays with your earlobe. You feel like mush. Like dough that only he can mold. Your lashes grow wet with tears, your heart beating so wild that you swear he can hear it as well. Joel slightly pulls back his hips and pushes back in, your breath catches in your throat, and soon enough he begins fucking you with shallow thrusts. 

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he mutters into your ear. You nod helplessly, your body burning from the inside out. “Tell me, louder, come on,” a smack echoes in the small room, and pain blossoms over your ass cheek. “Come on, louder.” 

“Yes!” you cry out. In a weak attempt to meet his thrusts, you roll your hips. “Yes, this is what I wanted. I’ve never stopped thinking about it—never stopped thinking about you.” 

“Is this pussy mine?” 

“Yes, it’s fucking yours.” 

Your voice must’ve come out too much like a whisper because Joel’s pace quickens. He fucks you hard, deep, hammering into you until you’re struggling for air. He wraps thick fingers around your neck, squeezing until there’s pressure building under your eyes, your lungs burning. 

He loosens his grip around your throat, “I wanna hear it, come on now, don’t make me beg for it. Tell me, is it mine?” 

“Yours! It’s fucking yours!” 

Suddenly Joel is underneath you and you’re on top, his hips relentless as he snaps his hips up into you. It feels even better now. The way his cock massages your walls shooting crackles of electricity up your spine. He holds your ass with both hands and spreads you for his liking. 

You moan his name and when you look down, seeing him staring at your face, a sudden gush of embarrassment overwhelms you and with a small whimper, you cover his eyes with both your hands. Joel grits his teeth at that. He fucks you harder, the vicious way he presses inside making you gasp and drop your hands so you can brace yourself by flattening your palms over his chest. His eyes flash with anger. 

“Why the fuck—” he growls, “would you cover my eyes?” 

“I–I got embarrassed—” you squeeze your eyes shut and open them back again. You push down your hips, taking him to the hilt as a form of apology, but he doesn’t seem to accept it and holds you still. Your head falls back with his every thrust. 

“If you ever pull that stunt again, I’ll take you over my knee,” he rasps, ignoring the way your pussy clenches at his words. 

His finger teases your asshole and beads of sweat gather at your tailbone. Joel’s grin is dangerous, something you’d run away from rather than run towards. But you can’t help it. A wanton moan rattles your throat, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He presses forward, burying his finger down to the first knuckle. You shudder over and over, your body building tension and releasing it simultaneously. 

“You like that, wildflower?” he groans, thrusting his finger in and out while snapping his hips up. “You enjoy it when I play with your tight little asshole?” 

“Fuck, fuck—Joel—yes, yes I do.” 

His other hand snakes around the back of your neck and yanks you down. His damp lips touch your ear, “Gonna fuck this hole one day, pretty thing. . . gonna fuck it so hard you’re not gonna be able to stand for weeks.” 

Before you can catch your breath, you’re being hauled towards the closed door, the emptiness you feel sudden and cold. He pulls your hips up, presses your cheek against the barely standing wood. Your hard nipples graze against the surface, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. Again, Joel thrusts forward, filling you to the brim. The mild pain tingles within your lower abdomen and you melt against him, eyes rolling back as you wiggle your ass for him. 

With every rock of his hips, your body hits the door with a thud and you’re sure Liam can hear every forceful fuck, “Tell him how fuckin’ bigger I am than him—I wanna fuckin’ hear, it come on.” 

“He’s so much bigger than you!” you groan, bracing your palm against the door. “You hear me, Liam? Never had a bigger cock in my life, I’m soaked.” 

Liam’s muffled voice follows through, “Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking whore!” 

You know it shouldn’t, but his words still jar you. 

“I’ll fuckin’ break his hands for that, don’t you worry darlin’,” Joel mutters into your skin, his words marking you as something untouchable. “And I’ll make it fuckin’ hurt.” He then kisses your shoulder and shouts towards the door, slamming especially hard this time so the thud of you hitting the door echoes. “You’re the one who gambled her like some kind of prize you dickhead. Don’t blame her for feelin’ good about it!” 

“You could never satisfy me,” you say barely above a whisper, like you’re not entirely sure you’re allowed to feel good about this. About finally having him all to yourself. 

“That’s it, tell him,” Joel growls, pushing his cock even deeper. You swear that if you looked down at your stomach, you’d see a bulge, as impossible as that sounds. “Tell him.” 

You desperately grab at Joel’s forearms, feeling the sinewy muscle tense. Your slick drips down his length and wets the inside of your thighs. With a loud moan you repeat your words and it feels delightful. 

You only smile when you hear the outer door close shut. Liam is gone. 

“Yes yes yes,” Joel murmurs into your neck, ramming into you harder. “That’s it, come on my cock, sweetheart, please—I wanna feel it—” 

Your breath catches in your throat, body seizing, “B—Bed,” you manage to choke out. 

If he pulled out, you’re not aware. His body is a constant presence against your back, lips always latched on to a patch of skin, tasting the salt. Joel lays you down gently and pushes your legs high enough that it grazes your forehead with every desperate snap of his hips. 

“Is this what you want?” he groans, the wet noises of him fucking into the tight fist of your cunt bouncing off the walls. 

“Yes, Joel— this is what I want.” 

“My whore,” he leans over and grinds into you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, sucks on your tongue. The back of your thighs ache with protest but you whimper into the kiss anyway. Breaking the kiss, Joel breathes into you, “My good sweet little whore,” and another kiss. 

Your eyes roll back, “So deep,” you groan, breaking the kiss. 

“Deeper deeper deeper,” Joel mocks you by mimicking your dazed tone with his drawl. He slowly pushes in, holding himself there, he halts your breath. “How’s that, wildflower? Deep enough for you?” 

“Oh god, Joel—” you choke. You fist the sheets, your cunt fluttering and throbbing. He doesn’t move, he flexes his cock and the pressure of that is enough to break you. 

Joel wasn’t expecting it, this much your muddled brain is able to realize from the shocked groan he lets out. His lips find purchase on your forehead, kissing and mumbling praise as your entire body clenches and releases, your pussy gushing around him. You feel the trickles of fresh wetness ripping out of you and all you can do is take it when Joel resumes his thrusts, fucking you through your messy orgasm. 

Despite your insistent begging of wanting him to come inside, Joel pulls out, coming undone instantly as he does so. He rubs himself over your mound, thick ropes of come spurting across your stomach and even the underside of your right breast. He releases your legs and they fall limply to his sides. 

Joel kisses you long and deep, his weight comforting above your trembling body. When he finally pulls away, he lets out a low chuckle and brushes your noses together. 

“I think he left, sweetheart.” 

“Good,” you mumble and press a quick kiss to his flushed lips. “All I want is you.” 

Liam’s not your boyfriend anymore. 

[leviathanspain]

Hello!! Would you be able to write a request for finnick? Just like he’s the capitols darling, reader is the capitals hound dog. Known to be fiercely protective and exceptionally violent and brutal. During the third quarter quell, katniss’ group is afraid of reader because they haven’t seen her all match, but they run into her and she defends them brutally against something? Sorry I know it’s specific:) love your writing!

my body is a cage

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: his focus was protecting katniss, but he sleeps with an eye open as long as you’re still out there..

a/n: i made some changes, jus go with it lmao

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“she’s still out there, katniss.” finnick had made this pointedly to katniss, who wanted to go out hunting for the remaining victors with johanna. you were shrouded in mystery, out of all the victors, finnick knew the least about you.

“where would she be?” peeta looked at finnick, who sighed, shrugging, “the arena is different than the arena she won in, i assume somewhere low to the ground-“ finnick sweeped the beach, eye catching on a rustle in the bush, straight across from them, “and close.” he remembered now how you had won your games.

you had tracked all the tributes like prey, manipulating their surroundings to kill them, it had been one of the most invigorating games for the capitol ever. “she’s a bloodhound, probably sniffed us out before we realized.”

johanna watched the area that finnick had saw you, but still offered her commentary, “she’s brutal, katniss.”

katniss looked at them all, surrounded by skilled people yet found herself doubting their abilities, especially her own. none of them were sure they’d win, not against her.

“the careers are the least of our worries with her out there.” peeta noted. finnick looked at him and shrugged, “she might just kill them herself.”

they knew getting back on the island was a bad idea. katniss ducked at the sound of a mysterious voice, feeling as something flew past her head, stabbing cashmere right in the chest.

“get up.” katniss looked up to see you, standing over her. you had an array of weapons on you, and you were reaching for another one. katniss felt the panic in her throat until you launched it at enobaria, who had thrown herself at katniss. “get up!” your voice sounded more frantic and katniss did, struggling from keeping her eyes off of you.

suddenly the island began to spin.

your grip was loosening, and you groaned with slight fear as you felt the cold water thundering against your feet. katniss reached out for you, “grab my hand!” she screamed, but the water trashing drowned her out.

you could see her hand amidst all the water and grabbed it tightly, closing your eyes as the island slowed to a stop.

you sat on the beach, alone as the others argued over you. katniss had defended you, deciding she wanted you as an ally. but finnick and johanna deemed it too risky, “she could kill us all in our sleep, then what?” johanna had made that point as one of your methods, and you inhaled sharply.

finnick glanced at you, noticing the solemn expression on your face. he had known that expression far too many times, and it made him change his mind.

“johanna.” finnick called her name and sighed, “she saved her life. that’s not something we can just ignore, we don’t even know her.”

there was silence between them all, katniss had looked to johanna, watching as she fought internally before giving in. “i’ll go get her, maybe threaten a little.” she stood up, taking her axe with her.

finnick looked to katniss as johanna left, “i’ll keep an eye on her. for you.” he knew that once katniss settled on allies, she settled. her choices weren’t always the best, but somehow it would work itself out.

“why did you save her?” finnick had taken the first watch with you. johanna had convinced him, as just having you as watch would be ‘asking for it’.

you shrugged, “why not.” there hadn’t been much decision making on the island. it was either her or cashmere, and you didn’t see much of a choice.

finnick looked at you, “i don’t believe that.” his eyes slid themselves back to stare at the beach and you scoffed, “and why is that?”

finnick shrugged, “no one would just randomly save someone without an ulterior motive.” he said it like a fact and you smirked, “do you have one?”

“have one what?” he looked confused, obvious by the furrow in his brow.

“do you have an ulterior motive?” you repeated the full length question and watched as finnick practically whipped his head around.

“no.” he stated plainly, and you rolled your eyes, “i saw you saved katniss, similiar to how i did. you and johanna can’t just be doing this,” you glanced back to katniss and peeta sleeping, “for nothing. whatever it is, finnick, is an ulterior motive.” finnick pursed his lips, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

“i’ll let you have yours if you let me have mine.” you finished, catching his gaze. finnick knew there were layers to you. you were different than most victors, your brutality is what made you like the rest of them, the willingness to kill. but you were turning out to be way more than what meets the eye. whatever your motive was, finnick sensed it wasn’t malice.

finnick settled to watch the sun rise upon your face, ending the conversation with a nod.

finnick watched as you sat by the beach. it had been post jabberjays, you, him and katniss had all been trapped with the birds, fluttering and screaming your names. now it seemed, like you had decided to decompress by the beach, just as he was going to.

he piled up next to you, close but far enough to give you a good amount of space.

it was then that finnick realized you had been crying, tears evident on your cheeks. he had heard katniss yell her sister’s name, and he had heard annie. you had just screamed in response, as if you were trying to drown out the birds with your own voice.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized to finnick, wiping your eyes as he settled down. you sniffled, watching as the waves moved.

“don’t apologize, there’s no need.” finnick spoke, “who did you hear?”

there was silence for a moment, until you spoke, “my best friend.” your mind shuddered back the sound of his screams and you laughed, painfully. “he’s been dead for years. i killed him.” you admitted, “he died because of a mistake i had made during the games.”

your mind flashed back to the games, where you had accidentally launched a knife to his chest, thinking it had been another tribute.

“he had spent all of his games searching for me. and once he found me, i had killed him.” it was cruel for him to be your district partner, for only one would survive, but you “never thought it would be me.” you glanced at finnick, who had been listening.

“it was supposed to be him.” you cried, “i killed everyone else to get to him, and when it was down to four, was when he came to get me.” you shook your head, “there is nothing in this world that i loved more than him, finnick. now that he’s gone, there’s nothing left for me.”

finnick shook his head, “stop. you know that’s not true.” he tried to comfort you, your words mirroring his own thoughts.

“that’s my motive, finnick.” you revealed, “my body is a cage, and i can’t stand to live in it much longer.”

johanna had woken up abruptly. she clutched onto her weapon, eyes glancing around before she settled on the two figures on the beach. she squinted and made out finnick’s hair, and you. the only two missing from the group. you had your head leaned on finnick’s shoulder, as the two of you watched the rising sun.

[avi-mation]

on my hands and knees pleas eplease i wanna hear more about your roomies headcanons PLS

Omg! Alright, I have so many thoughts about them, here are some of them :>

My Secret Life Roomies Headcanons

Etho is a part fox, Grian is pure avian, and Cleo is a zombie necromancer who keeps her body alive through constant repair. 

After Etho’s Weeping Angel task, Grian subconsciously avoids looking directly at Etho. He refuses to be responsible for hindering his ally and friend. After Cleo notices the pattern in his behavior, she grabs both boys to set the record straight.

Grian has chronic pain in his back and wings. After his first death to a Wither, the process of healing from the completed task and withering from the shot in his back damaged his body so badly that not even respawn could fully fix it. Occasionally, withering effects do reappear on his feathers and decay them.

Cleo is a necromancer, they can make parts of the living organism work or regrow. That is how she keeps her body working.  She would use her power and skill to regrow Grian's withered feathers.

Grian has a habit of falling asleep if his head is covered by something. Cleo discovered it when Grian was becoming frantic and she grabbed one of Etho’s spare jackets and wrapped it around the avian. He stilled and stopped causing a stir. After a couple of moments of stillness, Cleo discovered Grian snoozing. 

Cleo likes to prepare meals, so Etho and Grian are responsible for bringing back the goods she needs. The only difference is where Etho brings ingredients back as a normal person, Grian chooses to become a lil feral guy and hunts it down himself, claws out. The prey ends up being brought home in the same manner as a house cat brings back a caught mouse, bloody and super proud. (Cleo still appreciates the effort)

Both Etho and Cleo operate based on ‘’if said so, it applies until further verbal notice’’, so when they welcomed Grian into their team, for them it was obvious that Grian belonged. Not to Grian tho. In the beginning, he had to make sure to provide for his new alliance, because, in his head, he was more likely to be dropped if he wasn't useful. That belief started to crack one night when sleepy Etho grabbed him before he could leave, and dragged him to their shared bed to cuddle.

Only Grian, being a winner, fully remembers past games, but Etho, even if not knowing fully why, feels a kinship with the lonesome avian, who at some point, gifted him a sword.

After Cleo wins Real Life, and gets blasted with the memories of past games, she doesn't waste any time to pull her roomie in a suffocating hug.

Roomies is THE alliance born from a genuine want for companionship.

[porkcracker]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Hi, thanks for asking, I'm haunted by chronic pain, but my life has had a rather positive turn the last months that had me really busy. Also why this ask is answered so late. Delightful selection of bots you got there, since it isn't really clarified, I went with separated headcanons and different scenarios for each character, so I hope you enjoy this.

Decepticons x Cannibal!Fem!Cyb!Reader

Megatron

Megatron has seen his fair share of cannibalism even before the war, so the action itself isn't anything new to him

It's during the war that he sees it used as a freely chosen way to fight, instead of an act used by desperate bots

He, himself, has not done it and will probably not do it unless necessary

That you indulge in cannibalism discourages him little to pursue you

There are enough equally insane bots in his faction as that he doesn't really care any more in the later parts of war

If you wear the muzzle from your own freewill, he will get a rush of power every time he is reminded that you are his, and he has the control to take it off you and send you after his enemies

During the time of your relationship, he gets use to tasting raw Energon due to you often tasting like it

You're a terrifying power couple, Emperor and Empress

Tarn

Being a cannibal in the DJD is nothing special

You start of as normal teammates, really if anyone had expected a relationship than not between the two of you

But still it happens, and it's an awful thing for any traitor

While Tarn likes to keep a somewhat cultured appearance on the average, and doesn't like you eating in your shared quarters

When it comes to punishing traitors, he greatly enjoys talking in his voice about his beautiful and vicious girlfriend and complimenting your appearance while feeding you the matching parts of the traitor

It's a very sweet bonding activity in your optics

During your time together, you start and stop wearing muzzles again and again, purely for the effect it has on the traitors you hunt

Still, you can never fully decide to stick to wearing one or not

Overlord

As a Gladiator you earned a terrifying reputation of eating your defeated opponents, something that lead to you wearing a muzzle whenever not in the ring fighting

As you continue to win and get stronger, the ring overseer formed a plan to get rid of you, to stop the loss of more fighters and set you up in a match against the at that point, unbeaten fighter, Overlord

You did not beat him either, however, the overseer miscalculated in the way that Overlord and you knew each other, and he let you life in your defeat

When the war started, you followed Overlord, a deranged type of partnership having formed between the two of you

Becoming a Deception had nothing to do with ideology for you, rather you only joined because your partner did

You two gained a reputation quickly as you not only killed happily anything that moved, but also had the favour of Overlord eating his defeated enemies, often even while they were still half alive

Soundwave

Soundwave meets you long before the war starts

On the streets are many desperate bots that will do anything and everything to survive, including eating others

You kept to already offlined bots whenever you could, but there were a few times you ended someone weak

Anyway, you meet Soundwave as another bot on the streets

His companions are wary of you as he is too, but over time and reoccurring run-ins with each other you get closer

When Soundwave suddenly vanishes, you assume he offlined

Life gets even tougher, and you end up with a few more crimes under your belt ending with you in a cell, muzzled for your tendency to get fuel through offlined bots

You only get free once the war breaks out and join the Decepticons, learning only then that Soundwave is still online

As old friends you hit it off and some time into the war even become a couple

Soundwave is also the one to free you of your muzzle, if the enforcers weren't already offlined he would have killed them for this

[thechekhov]

As an autistic person (who is, to be honest also pretty immature) I also really related to Izutsumi. I understand that my pickiness is unreasonable but that wouldn't stop me from rather not eat that try something I don't like or not know, or that looks bad.

I think maybe we misunderstood each other a bit here.

I don't think the issue is Izutsumi not eating things.

If she simply said "I'm not eating that, I'm going to out and hunt for my own food" that would be completely understandable. Hell, even Marcille refuses to eat some of the things Senshi cooks. Not Eating Monsters is a very relatable part of this story. Most people who the party meets refuse to do that. Senshi and the guys - THEY'RE the weird ones.

In fact, in this panel, Laios is being a jerk on purpose and I'm surprised he got away with only scratches.

I joked about her eating the weird little man, but honestly? If she doesn't want to, why pester her? He was just being Laios.

And in the flashback, Izutsumi dealt with things pretty normally - just give what you don't want to eat to Tade.

No dramatics necessary! Everyone wins. She's a cat, she doesn't need leeks anyway.

But the point at which she kinda crosses a line is specifically this:

She yells at Laios about her limits - fine. A bit unnecessary, given that he's just trying to explain their situation, but whatever.

But she then puts the party in danger by going for the Barometz AND then walks away after initiating a battle, because it doesn't suit her.

The difference between what happened with the Ice Golem and now is consideration. Thinking about how your actions impact the safety of others. While Chilchuck and Izutsumi worked together to fell the golem, the others (Marcille and Senshi and Laios) didn't just wander off to look for NEW problems. They stayed nearby, presumably ready to jump in.

They also didn't split the party, forcing Marcille to give chase in order to assure Izutsumi didn't die. (Marcille is also kinda in the wrong here for leaving others, because she also endangered them, but she did it out of concern for Izutsumi.) (Also, Izutsumi would have died if Marcille hadn't followed her, so it's a fair concern.)

The issue isn't that Izutsumi cares about her own needs. That's a healthy thing that everyone should do!

The issue is that Izutsumi doesn't care about the needs of others, to the point of endangering them for very little reward to herself.

She makes no effort to....make an effort? She yells at the party when things don't go her way and demands they make unreasonable adjustments for her. It's not about when she threw away the mushrooms - like, that was funny and partially expected after Senshi got used to the others eating whatever. Though it IS wasteful....

When I say Izutsumi comes across as spoiled to me - that's NOT because of having personal preferences. She can eat whatever she wants, forever. That's a human right.

But I do think she's selfish for demanding that the world and other characters bend (unreasonably) to her will (because they're in a DUNGEON with limited resources) and make it easier for HER specifically, even though attempting to do so endangers them.

But also, as many of you have pointed out: She's not even an adult, she's 17. I assumed she was like, mid-20s, so her behavior makes a lot more sense now.

[f4iry-bell]

WHO AM I? | 1

pairing: nerd grayson hawthorne x popular reader

warning: slightly angsty?? judgey grayson, dialogue heavy.

tagging: @unnoodles @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @elysianwayy77 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @cassie6392

word count: 1.8k

a/n: ik i said pathetic grayson but I'll give you all pathetic grayson frfr in the next part where their romance start of catch up???? maybe a three part series!!!!

akso will make non linear parts of this series in the future!!!!

masterlist | part 2 | blurbs of this series

Grayson Hawthorne is not introverted or has social anxiety, he just hates people. He goes to college, takes notes, interacts with people if he must, study, ace the test, repeat. That was his routine, and he was not intending to change that. But today was quite different because his brothers called him a loser for being in Harvard and yet has not participated in anything fun, they made him sign a paper which says he will participate in at least one fun event which doesn't involve him getting extra credits. In his defense he was drunk when he signed the paper.

He was debating whether or not to go in and participate in the scavenger hunt, it is something that he would enjoy as well. So he decided to join the group. There were a few comments like ‘Woah, is that Grayson Hawthorne? Outside his books?’ but he ignored them and started to play the game.

He noticed someone who focused more on filming the whole thing with her phone than trying and okay the game. He sort of recognised her, she is in his business class. She is barely there in class, both physically and mentally but they do share a class together. She is one of those people who thinks college is just fun and time to live like you're in the movies kind of girl. He can tell with her flawless skin and hair that too long he wonders how she manages. She has this charismatic aura around her as she filmed herself and her friends. 

Grayson darted his eyes away from her and focused on solving the hints and moving to the next level.

He finished the scavenger hunt within 15 minutes and thought how stupid it was, a bunch of silly clues and silky hints that even a 4th grader can win this.

“Seriously, dude? You couldn't let others at least try and solve hints?” The girl asked.

Grayson’s heart skipped a beat which he ignored. “Try what? I reckon you were doing nothing but filming.”

“So?”

“Isn't the point of this game is to play and win?”

“No. It's fun and okay with friends which I  assume is a strange concept for you.” The girl rolled her eyes and went back to her phone texting someone.

“It is rude to be on your phone when you're talking to someone.” He pointed out.

“The conversation is over. Or are you not that smart enough to take a hint?” She spoke without looking up from her phone which only pissed him off.

“This attitude of yours will not get you anywhere.” He said.

The girl chuckled genuinely, finding it funny. “Good luck surviving college.” With that she walked away from him.

_

Grayson took it quite personal, it affected him a lot, she affected him a lot. What did she mean by “Good luck surviving college”? He has the perfect grades, the professors like him, the students are not up to his standards so he prefers to stay away from them, unless there's a group project. He will survive it better than her, with all that filming she's barely graduating.

During his business class the professor gave everyone a chit with a number in it, two people have the same number so they can pair up and work on a project. Grayson didn't open his chit yet. The girl from scavenger hunt stood up from her seat and adjusted her hair before she spoke out loud like social anxiety fears her.

“Alright, who is number 12?” She asked, looking around. Grayson shook his head and opened his chit and sighed. It says number 12.

He didn't want to raise his hand or tell her at all. He is going to have a talk with the professor to change his partner because he was sure that she won't be a good project partner.

“I would like to change my partner.” He told the professor as the class dismissed slowly.

“Why?”

“I don't think my partner will cooperate with me.” He told him.

“Well, you should try. Because there is changing here, Mr. Hawthorne.” The professor said. Grayson turned to see that she had already gone. It has only been a minute since the class ended.

It was not hard for him to find her in the crowd, he found her in the cafeteria during lunch. She was with other people who were just like her. On the phone 24/7, couldn't care about academics, rich, or popular. 

He stood behind her and spoke. “Excuse me.”

She looked back to him from her seat. “What?” She gave him a disgusting look.

He frowned in offense. “I’m number 12”

“Huh?”

“Your project partner.”

“Oh.” She slowly remembered what happened in business class and why he is here. “Oh…” The last oh sounded like disappointment and disgust.

“I would appreciate it if you start working your part soon and hand it to me by this weekend. I'll look over it. Then I'll finish the rest.” He told her.

“Excuse me?” 

“Is there a problem?”

“Yes. Its a group project, right? We should do it together.”

“We can split the work. It'll save time.” He prefer it that way.

“No.”

“What?”

“We shouldn't split the work.”

“Why not?” He asked.

Her friend chuckled and said “because she doesn't know what to do.”

“Shut up, Lily.” The girl scolded her friend.

“Do you or do you not know?” Grayson asked.

“I know, I just need someone to tell me what exactly we should do…and some notes of the previous classes.” She confessed.

Grayson sighed. “I'll give you my notes, meet me in the library after college.”

“Wait, I have a party to attend after college.” Her eyes widened.

“It's either this way or we split it. The choice is yours.”

She groaned. “Fine”

“Don't be late.”

_

“You're late.” Grayson pointed out.

“Whatever, let's start.” She said as she dragged a chair back and sat on it. She noticed the two files sitting on the desk and two notebooks. “Which one is business?” She asked.

“All.”

“What? I'm pretty sure the professor didn't take this many lessons!”

“He did, you would know if you paid attention in class.���

“I do pay attention.”

“What were we discussing in last class?” He asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Not the point.”

“That is exactly the point.”

“Stop, just tell the important stuff.”

“Everything is important.”

“Be serious.”

“I am.”

She put her head on the table and groaned. She raised her head up and scanned his face.

“You have nice eyes.”

Grayson tried hard not to blush. “Thank you.”

“And hair. You're smart too. Aren't you a package?” She said,

“Are you…flirting with me?” He asked.

“Maybe? Is it working?”

“No. And no.”

“What is the other no for?”

“Im not doing your part of the project as well.”

“Please? I'll set you up with one of my friends.” She begged, almost.

“No thank you.”

She groaned again. “You're insufferable.”

“And you're a brat.”

“What are you, 50?”

“Can we look into the project, I'll try my best to explain what you should be doing.” He sighed.

“That would be great actually!”

_

While he was explaining her part and some lessons in the syllabus her phone was constantly ringing or a notification kept popping up, she kept answering them too. Grayson was getting tired.

“Look, if you're not taking this seriously then I'll just give your part, and leave.”

“No! I'm sorry. I'll turn my phone off, okay?”

_

They worked on the project and Grayson sort of tutored her a little for a while in the library everyday. Grayson realised she's a quick learner unlike most people. He was worried that he would have to explain things more than once to her but she understood everything quickly.

“Okay…so I worked on my part. Um, it's probably not as good as yours but it's all I can do, okay?” She hesitantly gave it to him.

Grayson read through and wasn't shocked, he was with for a week and saw that she's not really dumb. Just lazy.

“Well?” She asked.

“Well what?”

“What do you think?” 

“Think? You care about what I think?” He asked.

“Well, you're the genius here. And, um I'm not really sure about my work.” 

“You shouldn't. Its a good piece. Plus, you shouldn't be worried about what I think of your work.”

“I don't know, you're kind of judgemental.” Sge said.

“I am, aren't I?” 

“Uh huh.”

“Well, you don't have to interact with me any further. Since our work here is done. Hope I didn't ruin your reputation by making you study all week.” It was his way of cracking a joke which she picked up.

She chuckled. “No, it's all good. I mean my friends were making fun but I sort of had fun studying and catching up on lessons.”

“You had fun?” Grayson was surprised.

“Yeah. You're judgey and cold but tolerable. I mean who isn't judgey?” 

“I agree. But I only judged for two days. When I realised I misjudged you, I stopped.” He told her.

“Oh? What do you think of me now?”

“I think you're a nice person. You're smart even if you try. But your ‘friends’ are a bad influence.”

“Why would you emphasise ‘friends'” She asked, slightly offended.

“They always degrade you, and make fun of you for studying which you seem to think ‘fun’. Only idiots make fun of people for having fun.”

She was quiet. She knew he was right.

“But they're my friends.”

“Really? All they care about is when you'll post them on your Instagram because you have thousands of followers.” 

“No! They do care more.”

“You're not as smart as I thought you were then.”

“You think everyone is below you.”

“I don't.”

“Grayson, you said you know more about business than our professor.”

“Because I do. I have experience.”

She shook her head. 

“I don't think I'm above everyone.”

“Sure, name one person whom you think is above you.” She scoffed.

“You.”

“What?”

“You're not judgemental, despite this popular girl facade you're a really kind person, I've seen the way you treat the staff and waiters when we were in the cafe. You treat them with respect and kindness. The only flaw you have is self doubt and letting your so-called friends walk you over.”

“I don't let my friends walk all over me.” She looked down. “You don't even know me, stop acting like you do!”

“I know it has only been a week, but trust me. I know you.” 

“No, you're just a jerk!” She grabbed her bag and left the library.

He wanted to run after her and apologise though he didn't do anything, he just wanted to apologise to her to make her stay. He liked talking to her, teaching her, and she was curious during their tutoring sessions. She was funny too. But he didn't go after her, he just sat and put both their parts together to do the final draft.

[unholywriters]

Innocent Face, Dark Fantasy

WC:14.9k

Summary: Back in a kingdom that was said to look like gold in the sun and moonlight, there was a Kitsune in disguise. Keeping their tails hidden from the eyes of humans, Keeping up the appearance of a innocent prince who wished for nothing more then the best for his people and the forest life around him. Allowing the foxes to come in as they please and taking care of them. No one would believe anyone else if they said their prince wasn't the innocent face he was. Yet he met y/m, a human or maybe not but it wouldn't matter to the prince. After all he always gets what he wants, right?

Warnings: dom yeosang, bottom male reader, non-human yeosang, possible non-human reader, some blackmailing, kidnapping, degrading, pain kink, spanking , some bl00d {fox hunting in the beginning}

Authors Note: I wanted to try something different here with yeosang, with him using his innocence and charming looks to win the trust but also being a mischievous kitsune looking for a hybrid for him to keep. Also I'm sorry for the lack of dividers I'm trying to find a good one, if anyone has any recommendations for any or any good tips of where to get some or make them, please let me. But as always grab your tea cups, any blankets or pillows and find the perfect flower to rest inside and get comfortable. I Hope this one won't feel as rushed as the last one, I will redo the ending some other time for that one to give it more of a intimate feeling.

Credits to @sweetmelodygraphics and @xurengu0 for the dividers. I'll make sure to credit for each use.

Walking along the nightly dimmed forest path, there was a sight of one ombre black to white trail slowly swaying side to side as the figure continued to walk. Allowing his footsteps to sound like nothing but soft crunches before finally stopping at the reason he was called. There was a dead fox curled up under his bare dirty feet. The tall male had kneeled and showed his pitch-black claws as he carefully picked up the dead fox. Allowing his bright blonde hair to carefully fall in front of his eyes a she held the fox like a mother soothing their own crying child. It was during this time that the small fox started to disappear in the man's arms into parts of clouds. Floating off into the sky and passed the bright orange eyes following the trail before hearing twig snap and the quick yell of someone falling. He could smell the fear around him, smelling like a freshly made buffet that was just lying on the table. Something he grew to enjoy because it made the human hunters learn something. Never hunt and kill any foxes, he will hear them. 

The scared duo had slowly looked up from their fallen spot, not seeing anything anymore, they didn’t see the 4 swaying tails all moving by themselves. There was nothing around them, but they needed to run. But the prey was gone and if they were to get caught, they’d be killed within seconds for their punishments, after all its forbidden to hunt and kill foxes for any reason here in the fox kingdom. Something everyone here had to learn for themselves and pass on the word. Something even the elders would tell as it would anger the deity who was within the area and always knew whenever someone would hurt the kingdom’s national animal. The hunters had started to run back to their home, but one of them had fallen once again, but there wasn’t a scream or a cry for help. When the leader had turned around to look, the man was dead on the ground, his heart now missing from his beating chest. Looking down at his now dead friend, the shock now slowly sets in before feeling something fall on his cheek. The tree line above was high since there have been reports of tree elves and fairies living within the leaves and makeshift branches. But there was no fairy, no elf or anything else of that nature. There was the bright orange tails, pitch black sharp beautiful black nails with soft hands that were now covered in blood with the dead heart being squeezed in his hand. And the bright orange eyes now staring daggers and glares into the last hunter's eyes.  

“You curious little humans. How hard is t to obey rules made by someone else, hm?” He started, simply vanishing from the branch, letting the heart fall into the ground where it was slowly being taken down into the ground, almost as if it were eating the heart like food. The hunter was looking around, trying to run back to where he came from before bumping into the male, falling onto the ground only to look up and see those same eyes, but a smile on the dangerous male's face. Showing his sharp fangs and his tail kept swaying around as he walked closer with his pale feet walking along the dirt. “I gave all your shelter, you know. Apparently better than your last king had ever done before everyone would be dead or hoping to be accepted into another kingdom. And this, is my thank you?” He taunted, flicking over his nails to watch needles pin the man to the ground, promising that if he ever needed to punish any humans that he wouldn’t damage any of trees, but the ground will be tainted.  

“Some of you are so greedy that it disgusts me. You interrupted my priavte time with someone very special. But I’ve gotten enough fear from you.” He ended, holding the man’s now slowly dying heart before dropping it back in the ground. This was his little mark, everyone now knew if someone was missing their heart, it was because they went and killed a fox, any number would lead to this and any extreme measures of punishment. The male had sighed as he flicked the blood off his hand. Refusing to get it onto his clothing since this was his favorite outfit. The outfit was handmade by him. There was a black fabric color made around the neck that covered his chest, but it was showing their shoulders, connecting down to his pants, the black flowy fabric softly swaying in the wind. Rolling his eyes as he started to walk, he knew that the sun was starting to rise, and he needed to return home before the guards and servants had walked around and opened his door. Turning to the balcony he jumped just enough to land on the balcony as quietly as he could. Allowing himself to be surrounded by golden flickers before looking down at his pjs, the same ones he wore to bed before being left alone in the night. 

Looking in the window reflection to see his eyes going back to the more natural brown color before walking in and laying in his bed. Walking on the cold stone floor and laying in his bed, feeling the soft silk sheets and messing up his own hair to look like he was having another restless night, tossing and turning but slowly sleeping in his own way. Keeping his eyes closed while hearing the sound of someone footsteps getting closer and closer before the quiet creaks of the door opening made him open his eyes once more. He knew how to look tired despite not having the chance to fully rest. 

“Prince Yeosang? It's time to wake, breakfast will be done soon.” A soft voice spoke, walking over to the bed and softly shaking his shoulders and allowed Yeosang to finally open his eyes to the tall and worried butler coming to wake him. His soft curly black hair almost covered his eyes, but Yeosang could still see the brown color in his human eyes. “You still have enough time to do your morning walks around the forest. Though there is a closed off spot by the guards, two people were killed again for killing a fox.” Helping the prince sit up on his bed and fix his hair, pushing down some of the fly aways in his hair. “There hasn’t been a fox killing in about almost a year, who would ruin that this close?” Yeosang asked in a soft, tired and almost hurt voice as the taller male helped him up. Walking over to the wooden wardrobe and kept looking for some clothes fit for a nice early morning walk. 

“I am not sure my prince. But it seems that they have forgotten the legend, should we send some regards to the families, If so what should we send?” he asked, watching Yeosang slowly stand up and walk over. Looking at the set of kimono’s he had in front of him. Choosing a black one, the upper top having is name sewed into the right top overlapping the left side. 

With a long yet larger tie with the outline of foxes. With the help of the butler, he was dressed with black slippers. It wasn't as grand and eye catching as his royal clothing that he would have to wear later in the day to tend to his royal duties. “First, we need to talk with the family to see why the deceased members would do anything knowing it was against the rules. Then after we get the truth we will go from there. But that will wait till after breakfast and my walk. Is that alright, Seonghwa-Hyung?” Yeosang asked the butler in a soft tone, seeing him turn around once more after holding yeosang’s early morning basket with a soft nod. 

“Jong-ho should be handling the body and the crowd. But Min-go or San should be down there waiting for you by the doors if you want them to my prince.” He ended, watching Yeosang take the basket and nod his head. Not wanting to bother anyone he walked to the slide doors and opened them, leaving the room and closing them once more. He didn’t want to bother anyone this early since he knew the news of people losing their family members, and now the families will be a mess. Jong-Ho would need help during all of this, and he hates having his walks ruined, even if it is important. He cares for his home, more than anything he could put into words. There was just something about these talks that made him feel more relax and ready to handle the day he has ahead of him. 

Walking down the hall, Yeosang bowed to his seniors, despite being higher with them, he still wanted to show them his respect towards them, walking to the main doors and watching the doors be opened by the guards who were stationed to walk on the topped of the wall. The gates were opened and walked into the busy streets, waving to the families and even walking over to play with some of the kids. Either playing ball games with them or helping them fly kites in the air with the wind blowing. It was something he enjoyed doing. He would give fruit in his basket to those in need of something, it happens, and he does his best to give them all homes to work themselves higher so they could never fear this. Some would be surprised with how long he was gone for during the day, he would wake up at dawn and would be gone for about 2 hours. Walking around and making sure everyone was alright if he could find them. Most of the time was going into the woods and walking around. Walking deep within the woods and making sure no one was following him. 

He would look around before taking a left off the path he had made. This path had more leaves and trees which made it harder to walk through without getting smacked. He would spend most of his time here, walking past the leaves to reveal a large crystal-clear pond with a slow and quiet waterfall in the middle surrounded by some stones and flowers Yeosang had collected over the years. It was here Yeosang would watch people in the morning and would often groom his tails and wash them. He would allow his tail to show as he walked closer to the waterfall, taking off his clothes and folding them on a dry spot before grabbing a comb he made and started to comb his tails with the waters. Knowing that this was the only time for him to do so while he would often play with the water, watching those who were close to his home and making his plans accordingly. But as of now, he wasn’t looking into them for now, he had done that earlier. Listening to the mothers scream and curse the god for killing her good boys and that they will lie about their intentions, but he would find a way. After all, only the best people were allowed to live here and those who would lie and got caught were kicked. He hates lairs. 

But as of now, he was watching an elf, at least that what he looked like. Softly smiling at how the males hair would sway in the wind  as they continued to help gather up herbs and water for the elves in the trees. 

Yeosang had come across this elf a long time ago, seeing them run in the woods to try and get help for their home. Yeosang was trying to get a fox back close to him but made the fox always run and stay with the elf. “Oh, little Y/N, you look so beautiful as always. How I wish you were allowed to come back. I would give you the best tea you have ever tasted. Soon your father will have to come to me, and I will ask for your hand regardless of what he tells me.” Yeosang said, letting his fingertips softly touch the reflective water like a baby reaching for their mother's fingers to hold and never let go of. 

“You will be my little gem, after all the golden prince needs his last piece. Your father won’t last long against me. Just you wait.” Getting himself dressed and hiding his tail once more, Yeosang quickly walked back out and ran back to the palace. Y/N was a high elf, whose father was the chief on the tree elves, and the rules was to never go to the ground since some humans were still trying to hunt down the elves for their own personal reasons. But Y/N was the only child of the chief of the Leaves. But Y/N was more into the surfaces with the human kingdom he had to share a home with. Collecting things every now and then that would be left near the tree he would always peak under. And it was clear to the chief who was leaving these, and it was something he knew that could lead to something either great for his people or horrible for them and could lead to their own extinction. The prince would leave the items underneath the tree and keep them hidden. The prince would bring over a basket full of items for the son, leaving notes of each item and what they could do. Even leaving seeds for them to use and keep their supplies full. It made Y/N more excited as the days went one wanting to see who was doing so and why their father was having a hard time trying to make a choice. 

Within Y/N’s customs, it was the males who would give birth, at least some of them. Some would give birth, sometimes it was the female ones. There was never any role designed for each gender, if someone was able to do a role, regardless of their physical features if it was done then that’s all that mattered. There was always a ceremony to see what could be done. Where the Elves would go to a larger tree under a full moon and would watch the spells come to play. Watching the symbols shows everyone their role to create function.  Y.N had done this ceremony when theyw ere of age and was seen as a healer, but also a carrier for children. Something that their father worried about because he knows his son. His son is something humans would fight to have. To show off but not take care of in any way shape or form. Which is why he does everything that he can to protect his son from the cruelty of humans. 

But the number of humans coming into the forest worried him. Because moving would cause chaos and would try to take them for ransom, the king knew that he had to do something. But he also knew he would have to bring his son with him. “Y/N, please pick something simple.” The short father said, watching his son run around the tree closet in all the elegant robes and outfits for their own reasons to be worn. “But this is the prince of gold! We must show” “Y/N, if we tried to upstage the prince we might be seen as an enemy. Please, something nice and simple. And if things go well, then maybe you can wear something more of your taste.” Watching his son giggle before finally settling on an outfit. The outfit would have white under garments, like a loose white shirt with flowy white pants. The bottom skirt was a two layered one, there were also green leaf designs sewed into the bottom of the skirt, with a white small bow on top of the torso. With the top part having the same design, but on the right overlap flap. And to pair nicely with it was a mint green silky robe to wear on top. It was simple, and paired with flower crown on the top of Y/N’s head. 

His father looked over and smiled at the outfit. It was something better and knew it work better for this. “Now let’s get going, it’s better to be early then late.”  

“Yeosang, do you want to wear something like this? Or do you want to wear something a bit less flashy but still getting the point across?” Seonghwa asked, watching Yeosang walk around the closet and pick something. “That’s perfect! I don’t want to intimate them with all the gold. This will work amazingly Hyung,” The outfit was grand, simple but still would make the attention to everyone in the room. The Silk used for the outfit and the robe itself was a dark blue color, something rare and that took days to make the right color to everyones liking, well to his liking. The robe was made ot resemble that of a peacock, the feather design carefully sewed into the arm sleeves and the back. Each in the right colors from a soft dark blue to a calming green color. Yeosang’s long hair was then tied back into a ponytail with a gold headpiece in front. Allowing seonghwa to help slip on his slipperes and tie the robe in a comfrtable manner yeosang looked up as he slowly rose from the ground. 

“Now then let’s get going, the elves have agreed to meeting in the garden near the lake for a sense of familiarly and no prying eyes other than myself and San as the guard.” Yeosang nodded his head once more as he began walking behind him. Seonghwa had worn something simpler of a solid color as to not throw off anyone since he was known for having very lavsih clothing as well, a gift from the prince himself along with all of his close friends of course, it was the least yeosang could do for them now, wasn’t it? Seonghwa had kept a pure white clean robe that was tied loosely, not on purpose but out of comfort given how much he would have to walk around or even run. His hair was a natural pink color, which was something rare for anyone to have but Yeosang help seonghwa embrace his hair, combing it so it was a long as it is now, which was to his lower back. His middle back when it was in a high ponytail.  

Arriving to the back doors, there was San standing near the open arch away that lead to the luscious green fields, Where the lake would lead to along with a table with cushions to sit on for comfort. San was younger then Yeosang, but he was still shown the same respect as if San was older. As the captain of the royal guard, with his own brother being the second in command, they were to wear black for them. His was long, but tight enough to allow him to move silently along in the dark or in the shadows when he needed to follow his targets. Having a metal wrist guard on both to protect himself any swords or arrow. His ponytail was tied back iwth a dark red ribbon with his sword tucked away in its holster, having his mask up to cover his nose and mouth, San bowed to the prince before turning his attention to the archway. Walking behind the pair since the garden was something yeosang took pride in. He enjoyed how wide it was with the Varity of flowers sent in from other kingdoms and as gifts and he made sure they were all taken care of. But some flowers were only sacred to him since the human touch would harm them. Those were more kept tucked away in a thick array of bushes and tress no one could reach. 

“My prince, we are here.” San spoke, keeping his stance tall as the two elves slowly turned around. San had bowed, keeping his gaze down before standing far off while the other two had walked closer. Yeosang had a smile on his face that was only getting bright as his gaze was focused on y/n. Wearing something so simple yet enough to make him strand out in Yeosang’s eyes. “Your highness, I am chief Hongjoong of the tree elves just a couple miles away from your border. This is my only child Y/N, I hope you aren’t offended with their clothing.” Hongjoong mentioned, taking a step closer as Yeosang bowed to him fully. “It’s an honor to meet you as well. And do not worry about your clothing, I like getting to know about others and their cultures. But I understand. After all I am human, but I will strive to be different. Please take a seat and enjoy the treats we have while we discuss any concerns that you’re having.” guesting to the seats, Yeosang could see the look in hongjoong’s eyes. He knew something, then again, Yeosang heard tales of the chief’s being able to see things that the human eye has failed to see.  

But haivng a quick glance at seonghwa, who was making sure the prince’s clothes were kept nicely, the pillow was comfortable, and the treats were to everyone’s liking. He knew seonghwa didn’t know a thing, and if he did, he was great at hiding it on his face. “Can I ask what these are? We’ve never had these before!” Y/n asked with a slight bounce as he sat down across from Yeosang, but on the right side of his father, who was seated across Seonghwa. “This is our Macha green mochi with crushed matcha powder and flour, the same for the tea.” Hongjoong took the first bite since he knew y/n wasn’t going to eat it without seeing his reaction. While Yeosang was watching the two of them curiously. Seeing hongjoong give Y/n a quick look, y/n smiled and started to eat. It was clear that they have gone over this many times in order to ensrue the safety of each other. Along with any other hidden elves within the area, which San had an eye out for and saw one. But the only thing san as able to see was their eyes. Those dark brown eyes filled with curiosity but also a waiting desire. 

“Thank you for the treats, but I have some questions for the prince. Y/N, you’ve been asking about the flowers when we arrived. Is it alright if your associate showed them the flowers, my prince?” Hongjoong asked, giving Yeosang a slow side glace. Yeosang could see the look in his eyes, at first Seonghwa was going to decline but Yeosang agreed to it, having a smile on his face to hide the smirk that was growing. “It’s fine Hyung, we want them to feel comofrtable in our space. We will call when we are done.” Yeosang said, never taking his eyes off of hongjoongs while hearing the pair slowly get up and walk away, Y/n already asking questions about everything as their voices managed to faint as they walked further. San knew what Yeosang was, everyone in the court knew. He made it clear what he would do if anyone tried to hurt him or any foxes in the area. “You seem to be wary, hongjoong.” Yeosang said, dropping the nice tone in his voice while Hongjoong set down the treat before resting one arm on his knee, laying on it. 

“Elve’s are trained to see things the human eye can’t. I knew you looked familiar since our last agreement.” “And I’ve made sure every rotten corpse was never nailed to a tree. They just get dragged into the dirt where they belong. So what is this about.” Feeling his nails get sharper, Yeosang was trying to keep his nails their human length while keeping stern eye contact with the elf in front of him. Knowing one wrong move would make San attack the elf he was having his own staring contest with to see who would move first while listening on the conversation close by. “I know, but that’s not the reason why I’m here today. The tree’s south from here are dying and I have little to no room for new elves. Let alone the amont that is coming this way. And I know you, prince of gold.” “are you suggesting I went there and caused the south to suffer myself?” “You leave the kingdom that far to mess with human’s? You’re not that young to be doing any of that. So no. What I’m asking is what do you want in return.” 

Yeosang raised a brow as his eyes flashed from their dark brown to the golden yellow look before back to normal as a smirk grew present on his face. Knowing hongjoong hates asking for help. So, he asks what the person wants in return and sees what they can do from there. But Hongjoong knew this wasn’t going to be something he would want to give to Yeosang easily. Which was why he was already so tense as is. “You are not. Having my son’s hand in marriage Yeosang kang. He would scream at the first sight of any blood regardless of the situation.” He growled, Yeosang trying not to laugh as he titled his head to the side while hongjoong tried to remain calm. “Yet your curious, beautiful son is so curious about me. And you know they are, just like how you know that every night they try to sneak down to the land and come to find me anywhere. They how their growing curious of the evil kitsune that lurks here and wants to so desperately get them to be good and find other ways to teach the humans to stop killing my own foxes for coats, breeding and whatever else they have in their sick tiwsted little minds. You know that’s what I want because then, I can teach them everything bit by it and help you in everyway I can do with my own powers. Even create a more lush forest for you to have more roles and even coexist with the humans here. But you know what I will do. Who knows, maybe you can even get close to Seonghwa again. And this time not mess with her memories like you have.”  

Yeosang was cut off by hongjoong keeping the tip of a dagger close to his neck, seeing the anger rising within hongjoong who wanted nothing more than to kill him. Knowing his weapons would do nothing but make things worse for him. “You leave Seonghwa out of this. You know exactly why I did what I did and you were there. If they get to remember they will remember everything you did as well.” “And do what against me, hm?” Yeosang grinned more while Hongjoong put down the dagger on the table before covering his mouth to hold in his anger. “Do not, bring Seonghwa into this.” “Then let me have what I want, and You can have what you want. I’ll even throw in seonghwa remembering everything and think all of the bad times were just a dream and y/n can learn everything about their human mother.”  

Hongjoong continued to glare like there was no one else around the pair. His eyes screaming nothing more than hate, but also hints of defeat, sadness and anger field tears wanting to prickle out from his eyes but he would rather be dead than let yeosang see him cry once again over losing someone again. Yeosang knew what he was doing, he had the upper hand in this situation and he knew it was pissing off Hongjoong to see. After all hongjoong had to give up everything in order to survie, but Hongjoong also knew why YEosang had grew to be so cruel, possessive. Yeosang had grown up with humans by force, he was taken awya from his natural nest and those who came to save him were taken and used in the ways the humans saw fit. And one day yeosang had enough and started to enjoy the way he was. After all, now that humans had someone to fear they weren’t as bold as they used to be. Something Yeosang took pride in.  

Yeosang had only leaned closer on the table, knowing San was already in position to attack. His knees were bent with his right hand on the handle of his sword. Locking eyes with Wooyoung in the trees, who was keeping his bow and arrow hidden, but it was drawn back, ready to take a shot at San if he had to. “You will let them decide if they want you, Yeosang.” “You have nothing else I would want other than your son. I’ll give you everything else that you would need for such a large group. I can even create an entire water spring just for you to make sure none of your water will ever be tainted by humans again. It will be grand and everything you’ve dreamed of and more.” Yeosang kept pushing, knowing that the others were coming back and he knew that he would’ve had to drop the act. He could see how deep hongjoong was trying to think about this. Because this isn’t just someone, he can give away so carelessly, this is his son. The only one he’s ever had and the only thing he had left of his lover, who was so close to him but yet seonghwa wouldn’t have remembered a thing about him.  

“We’ll ask them when they return. You can keep trying, but I let them make their own choices and if they say no, you will not lay a hand on them or not even your human knights can save you.” Yeosang’s smirk slightly lessened as he leaned back and blinked his eyes, letting them return to normal before hearing Y/N’s laughter as the two of them returned. Y/N had a lot of flowers in hand, kipping back to the two with seonghwa tailing behind with a content smile on his face. Hongjoong wanted to cry at the sight, his family was so close together. So close but so far from each other and there was nothing he could even if he wanted to. Not with Yeosang here and having seonghwa close to him at all times and it was going to drive him crazy but he had to put on a brave face. This wasn’t the time of place for something of this manner and he knew it. He was able to close his eyes and take a deep breathe before opening his eyes and showing a smile as Y/N sat down next to him again, showing off the flowers he had never seen before wiith all types of colors.   

“Hwa-San said I could keep all of these just as long as I take good care of them!” “OH really? Did you thank Hwa-San for them?” Y/N quickly nodded his head before turning their attention to Yeosang. Their smile never fading as the two locked eyes. Yeosang knew how to get people to get in a trance but his eyes. But he also knew how to make sure it wasn’t too much but it was subtle. But this is hongjoong’s child, it will take a lot more then just a simple stare with a hint of trance in order to gt them clsoer. He was trianed to be careful of things like this and make it even harder for yeosang to push it, something he both hated but enjoyed since it made him have to think more or else things would start to fall apart in front of him. 

“Did you two come to an agreement? Do we get to live here with them too!” “Well that all depends on if you want to get to know the prince.” Y/n looked at their dad confused, it was up to them to pick and this would be one of the few chances' Y/N had the choice to pick something. Sonce hongjoong rarely had to ever ask others for help but would always try his best to teach y/n what to expect from others like this and make sure that he puts his foot down and if they had to use any of their abilities or skills against yeosang, they knew what to expect. Even if it was just a little bit of it. “Do I have to fight the prince to prove that?”  Yeosang looked surprised to hear that question while hongjoong had a proud look on his face. Slowly turning to look at the prince and then back at his son, not even bothering to hide the smirk on his ace as he did so but continued to let out a soft hum while in thought. “Well that all depends on what you think is a great way to seal off any deals you have in mind. Then again, I’m sure the prince wouldn’t want to fight you. It’s said he hates fighting people unless he truly has no other choice but to.” Y/N continued to sit there in thought, looking between the two older men in front of him and trying to come up with one of the best choices for them at this time. Because Y/n didn’t want to be the reason why his father had a new enemy and now had to try and find ways for the other elves needed to keep running and try to find ways of their own survival to continue living and not be in fear ever again. 

“Well, if I were to lose, we would have to leave and figure out something else. And we can't have that as of right now. What if I stayed with him but brought three of the guards with me just to be safe? It would give me an idea of who we’re working together with, making it easier to decide and even allow you more time to see if you can find someone else to make a deal with. I give it a week to make a choice till then and if we can’t then we leave with no strings attached.” Yeosang watched their facial expressions, seeing how hard they were trying to take this situation and come up with one of the bet answers he could come up with during a time like this. Something that there was no going back from if either of them messed up. And even though he could see the look on his father's face, the look of disapproval. This was all up to them, and Y/N already knew the three that he would want to bring with him to keep him safe, but he knew his father would keep them close and send the messengers out far just to make sure there were other places they could stay, letting this place be seen as a last resort for its own reasons. 

“Who would you bring?” “Wooyoung without question, Min-gi and Yunho since those two never leave for any mission alone. Even if they must sneak away with each other we both know where they go.” Hongjoong could only nod, since those three were known to be the best ones he had and they were able to make the point stand across and protect y/n no matter what were to happen to them. And they also helped train Y/N to look out for subtle but obvious signs of them needing to be on the edge and be ready to attack. Having their own way of communication and signals to keep the other person away from their business, after all not everything had to be shared between everyone to make the point stand there. “Those 3 will keep anyone else in check if they tried to come close to your living quatres and not let anyone in unless you gave them permission. I can handle that much, and woyoung would send me letters and the end of the day to make sure everything is alright. That is...fine.” Hesitating to agree to this it was hard but he had to let it be. “Is there anything you would like to leave and go pack?” Watching Y/N nod his head and stand up, that cheerful glow being replaced by a serious one throughout the entire ordeal to make sure no one would be planning anything else with them around.  

“I will be back with some things and the three guards within 2 hours just to make sure everything will be alright. If it’s not too much to ask can our place of stay be close to the water and garden?” “Of course, I have the perfect spot in mind. Please take your time.” Yeosang watched the two of them leave, listening to San and wooyoung slowly leave to return to their respective parties. “My prince, shall I go and get the room prepared in advance and leave some treats and tea on a place for y/n to return to?” “Yes Hyung, there should also be close enough rooms for the guards if they choose to sleep in their own rooms and if not, please see that they still have comfortable things to rest on like pillows and blankets.” Yeosang slowly stood back up and turned around to fac ethe door. Seeing San slowly slipping down his mask while letting out a soft sigh before looking at the prince. Knowing that, he must be prepared to be on the lookout once again. “Is there anything you would want me to do My prince? I could watch them from afar and keep taps on everyone.” Yeosang shook his head, walking back inside with the main two walking behind him, making sure they were listening to his orders to see what he wanted to do with this. 

“No, remember San these are elves. There are things that we can’t predict that they’ll do things we aren’t prepared to do and if we’re going to be working with them, we can’t allow anything wrong to happen here or else they’ll leave before we could make any deals within the time being.” 

Y/N had brought enough to last them for the week, their bags were able to carry a lot more then normal and it was something that had always come in handy during a time like this. Wooyoung stayed in the closet to them. Keeping their long black hair down but keeping a stern stare with his two swords staying on both hips. Min-gi and Yunho were trailing behind the two, both are known to use their height to their advantage when fighting and being able to hide and strike those when needed. “Y/N, are you sure this is a good idea? Your dad seemed like he was ready to bite the prince’s head off when they were having their talk. I couldn’t hear much.” Wooyoung had a gut feeling that all of this was a trap, something he couldn’t prove right, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to prove himself. He cared for y/n and didn’t want them to be taken advantage of for thinking of their home and the safety of everyone else. It was a lot to worry about even while they were just walking on the ground for the first time. Only taking this way so they could walk to the back of the palace, not the front with the humans out and about watching them. 

“I’m not entirely sure to be honest with you guys. But we’re growing too far and we need to move, but we can’t live in fear of humans or any another creature using us as a ransom. You know my dad, he won’t be rash when trying to save others' lives.” Looking around at the garden where the meeting took place, Y/N saw their dad standing there with a small yet sturdy piece of wood from one of the weapon rooms back home. Something that Hongjoong was able to summon even from where he was sitting. Y/N could see just how much Hongjoong didn’t want them to go behind those walls because he wouldn’t be able to protect them in case the other three were too caught up trying to make the situation a little bit easier to handle. “Dad, you look like you’re going to cry, I’ll be alright. But why do you have the staff with you? Don’t you need this one?” Hongjoong shook his head before holding it out towards them slowly. “This one isn’t as strong as my own, but it’s close enough to give you any help and make the room more like home to you with all kinds of plants and vines that you can come up with. Think of it as a next step into your own practices.”  

Slowly taking the staff from his father's hands, Y/N looked him in the eyes and could see how soft they were looking down at them. Hongjoong had let out a soft yet shaky sigh before patting his son’s head and softly planting a kiss on his forehead, where a four-leaf clover mark laid hidden under their hair. “Take care of my kid boys, even though I’ll be close I’ll be busy trying to make more rooms and accommodations for the others. And y/n please, please be careful.” “I’ll do my best dad, don’t bury yourself in work. I’m sure Sir bang Chan will step up and offer you more help. I even made sure he knew what to look when you’re trying to work too hard.” Hongjoong could only chuckle softly while looking down at their bracelet. He made it for his mother and his wife at the time and made sure y/n had always it on. It wasn’t just there as a reminder and something y/n had cherished dearly. But it would also protect them if needed and give them an extra power boost if they ever needed it. Even if they didn’t think they would need to. But it was for their own safety reasons. Y/N held the staff close before hearing footsteps close to them. Slightly seeing Min-Gi and Yunho had straightened their stance and kept their staffs in close range to be held and ready while wooyoung kept their gaze dark and on point. 

Yeosang had walked out wearing the same clothes as easier had walked back out with San and Seonghwa close to him with San looking down to pull his mask back over this mouth and nose before locking eyes with the others. Hongjoong looked at the three of them before slowly stepping aside to allow the three elves to meet with them. Giving slight glares to Yeosang before turning his back. “I take it that this will be everything you brought with you is all? I have rooms prepared for you and the others if they want. Just as you requested.” Yeosang mentioned with a soft bow before standing up and seeing Y/N holding the staff along with their bag. Trying to keep a serious gaze opposed to their cheerful attitude and happy gaze, almost like a switch was flipped on. “These three won’t take a room no matter how good it looked; they’ll stay close to me at all times but thank you for the gesture.” Yeosang could tell by the look in their eyes that there was almost no way that they would be able to do anything in this situation. Almost making it impossible yet again to do anything with three of them near, and it was clear as to why hongjoong gave them that staff. Yeosang had rarely ever had to battle any magic elves in his own home, he never got the chance to be able to study and watch the magic to prepare for any attacks. 

“Then by all means please follow me and I’ll guide you to your room.” Yeosang said with a smile and a soft hand gesture, watching y/n hug hongjoong tightly one more time before walking with yeosang to their, the guards all trailing behind them while San kept his hands behind his back. Hongjoong let out another sigh before walking to the trees and jumping up and walk away back to the haven, leaving y/n in the hands of the three guards. 

Looking around the large room, with the floors made from hardwood shined perfectly, the sheets were carefully tucked in the large circle bed that was on the far wall of the room, where there would be a skylight looking down to allow the moonlight and stars to shine down along with the sun shining down. There was a large built-in closet nearby with enough space for both shoes and clothes to be hung along with storage for anything else. The open arch windows that would lead to other wooden platforms to allow room for more walking around and sitting if y/n ever wanted a break to just sit and rest. The curtains were made from the finest silk that would softly sway in the wind, along with a large wooden desk with some paper and ink ready in case anyone needed to write a letter to be sent to anyone for any reason. Along the platforms outside, there was fresh clear water with lotus flowers floating around on the water, on the closet platform to the room there was a bench with some food for the fish in the water or even the ducks if ever needed. 

There was another one close to one of the walls, over there was an empty table with soft cushion chairs sitting around it, there was a wooden swing made with soft white and green cushions and a soft pillow. This was a place where Y/N and the others were to do whatever they wanted here and not have to worry about anything. And as promised, Seonghwa had made sure there were enough sweets for everyone that was resting on a large white plate with some cups carefully placed around a large teapot with fresh green tea ready for them. “This is one of the largest ones we have put there is also a garden close by. If you ever need me there is a bell close to your bed to ring whenever you need me. Is there anything I could do for you as of now?” Yeosang asked in a calm voice, noticing how the others were looking around, making sure the place was truly left alone and no one else was allowed to watch or get close to y/n before they could speak. “I would like to know a little bit about your kingdom from you if that’s alright. There were some days we would hear screams coming from here.” “Oh, the people who broke the rule, I do need to tell you that, most used to say it was fake until the killings started to happen.” Yeosang had walked to one the stone seats and sat, watching y/n sit down close to him while the other three stayed close around the table, standing up with their arsm crossed and their faces stern. 

“Before I was crowned, the rouge king as we call him, was known for killing almost anything that moved that wasn’t a human, though he would torture those who tried to urn from his rule in many ways. But close to here tucked away in the tress and stones, a Kitsune was born and heard foxes dying. And just like many others they say, is very protective of the foxes, seeing them as his own children and wanting to avenge them. The kitsune had dragged the king back to the Townsquare and killed him in a very slow, humiliating manner as they say, and made a deal. He would watch over the land, proving a land of riches, crops, fresh water, we would be known as the best kingdom around for anyone to live in. But under no circumstances were anyone allowed to kill any foxes. No matter how cold, how hungry, if they heard a fox cry out and die, or even in pain. The kitsune would find them and kill them slowly till they died very slowly and painfully, and no one was allowed to go and help them. That was their punishment. Even if we were in the threat of war the kitsune would handle that so no one had to bury their partners so easily. The last screams you heard were of the last two people who broke the rule. There is another myth going around that the kitsune promised to never pin any dead corpses to any trees since it would taint them, instead they were taken away by the roots and left to rot underground. From what I know, the kitsune will otherwise be very kind to others if you ever got the chance to meet them, but they keep their face covered sometimes, but they also can switch very fast and very violently.” 

It took Yeosang to not ever smile at the fact of this, knowing he had killed many who thought he was bluffing even after ripping the old king apart limp from limp in a gruesome manner and would do it all over again without a second thought or hesitation whatsoever. But he knew he needed to remain the soft-spoken prince of gold to the elves for now, everything would fold into play later and there would be nothing anyone could do to stop it from happening. Yeosang was watching y/n listen very carefully in order to make sure nothing was going over their head and everything was staying intact so they could remember the information. “Has the kitsune ever talked to you? How do you know it’s actually them?” “Their trade mark is impossible for us to copy. The way the limps are taken off, a human would leave a blood trail and the weapons would be easy to find no matter how deep they were buried since we take these matters very seriously. And if someone ever did try to copy them, just like the hunters, they would be killed but their bodies would be displayed in the middle of the town. We had those for a while and they were very...quickly stopped.” “What can the humans do in return?”  

Yeosang had to think of a simple answer for this one, softly humming to himself and slightly tilting his head while seongwha had brought the plate over, softly sitting it down nad pouring some of the teacups. “What we’ve learned throughout the years is that the kitsune loves treats made to look like fish, though strangely they won't take the fish themselves. They have a statue close to the palace, and we know they like it when the water in the bottom layer is shining like the stars. If it’s dirty then they don’t like it.” Y/N was trying to stay watchful of yeosang’s expressions to see if therewere any hoels inside of yeosang’s story. This was something he wanted to see for himself, since he never was able to walk down on teh floor before now in order to see if there were any holes in this story. Slightly looking between wooyoung, Min-gi and then Yunho just to make sure they were listening too so no one was missing anything and if needed, they could go out and look for the statue and see and maybe even find the fox themselves, but it would be hard since Y/N wouldn’t allow them to die for trying to figure this out. But yeosang has had to tell this story countless times to those who would want to trade or even come to visit and ay their respects, not even those outside of the kingdom are safe if they disrespect the kitsune in anyway shape or form and htey never take it lightly in any shape or form. 

“Come, I’ll take all of you there to see it for yourself, you can bring anything with you to leave there, they are always watching.” Standing up from his seat, softly patting his lap and walking slightly turning his body to see if y/n would want to come, maybe they could leave something in their bag and Yeosang can make sure that nothing happens, after all he has a legend is true for themselves. But he also had to be careful, there were three guards watching his every move. Y/N took his offer and started to walk with him, allowing for the three tall males behind them to follow the pair to the main gates, where San was doing his check-ins with his mask still on just in case Yeosang were to come out and go on a walk, since he is known to be leaving quiet frequently just to walk around and see what he can do to those around him. San had kept his sword on his right hip as he looked down from the guard post, leaning on the ladder to slide or even him down.  “My prince, are you wanting to go out with the guest?” “Yes San, can you open the gates and come with or is the switch happening now?”  

San looked over to the other guards up on the walkway of the wall where most of the guards were walking to do their switch before seeing the thumbs up around. Softly nodding his head before holding onto the far side of the ladder and slid down before reaching the ground. Fixing the gauntlets on his wrist before walking over. “You can take your mask off as well, they will be staying for a while. It’s only fair that they get to see your face as well.” At first San had raised a brow at this statement, hiding a grin from under his mask before nodding his head to him and reached his hands behind before unhooking the back of the mask and holding it in his hands. Showing off his sharp and that smirk on his face, but also a deep cut on his left cheek while keeping the mask tucked in one of his many pockets so it wouldn’t get dirty or lost. “Oh, my what happened to your cheek? Did you get caught in a nasty fight?” “It was a fair duel I had when I was younger. But the person did not take the loss lightly and tried to cut my face but got my cheek. Not that I mind it, I just wear a mask when we must leave or meet others so they can’t recognize my lower half since most of the guards have the same eyes as me, making it a little harder to pinpoint, but we have several different ones to wear when we need to.” 

San explained to Y/N, seeing their concerned expression on their face as the gates opened to allow the five of them to leave. San had folded the mask and kept it tucked away in his pocket before crossing his arms, something he grew used to doing as a habit before walking with them to the village outside of the gate. Side glancing at Yeosang to see his facial expression, and he had a interesting look on his face to say the least. 

“This is where the statue stands, no one was allowed to fully make the face out of stone since it was requested to have the mask on to cover their eye and leave their smirk, the artist wasn’t allowed to tell not even the prince here what they saw.” San spoke, finally showing the elves the clean white statue of the fox being surrounded by its own tails around its waist and being close to him. The smirk on the statue was the main point here, being surrounded by fresh clean water and well-kept treats as well with not even a lea floating around in the water and resting on the front of the two steps were baskets of flowers, anything gold even and some favored sweets that were even seen taken bite marks out of some of the sweets and have been kept there since.  

The flowers surrounding the statue were some of the kitsune’s favorite, the different colored roses that were blooming along with some smaller flowers to make it feel more peaveful despite the things he had done to get here. And still holding a mask to cover his eyes. Something Y/N was taking a liking to while setting down some of the treats they had brought from their home, feeling excited to finally see this in person, the legends surrounding the ones they know are often those who simply come and aid those in need but this one was different and was not afraid to show it. “They say kitsune use fans as weapons if there ever in a duel, does anyone know if that’s true for this one? Or is he only known for being brutal with his killings.” Yeosang looked puzzled by the question, not because he didn’t truly know, but how would he answer that? No one had seen him fight before, not with anything in his own hands before, nor had he ever had the reason to even use a weapon though he did have a fan, that was kept near the shrine in a hidden box buried under some flowers. Yeosang was known among the court to use his hands in a brutal manner, often having to scrub his hands before resting because of how much blood would stain his hands, because if he were to wear gloves people would wonder if he had a rash and those who are visiting often would press him about his hands no matter what kind of reason he gave. 

“I truly do not have an answer, some thought he would use a sword, others thought a staff but most say a fan. But we’ve never seen any of those markings on any of the bodies. Some are spilt on whether he uses his hands and claws for it or if he managed to use his fan in creative ways to make it like this.” He answered, admirng how excited Y/N was while Wooyoung was staring at the statue almost as if he were studying some of the features that were present before slowly looking over to Yeosang who was smiling and gently talking with Y/N about whatever he could manage to talk about. Then looking over to San, who was also staring at him but not in a admiring way, but in a warning way. Because this was something that could ruin a lot of things and that could and most likely would include Y/N’s safety. Yeosang is a man of very few possession but when he sees something he truly wants he does whatever he can to get it and this was the same for Y/N. 

Wooyoung would look at the other two he was with, knowing that they would need to have a talk when San wasn’t around to hear them, or even pull San into this talk but would know that they wouldn’t get near to it, and this was going to be something that that needed to plan out. “I can show you the library section and you can read just about anything you would like that we have on everything here, come I’ll guide you and allow San to do as he wishes. He loves this type of weather when we get the chance.” Wooyoung watched the two start to walk, doing his tongue clicking to make sure Min-gi and Yunho were close behind him while San started to walk close, the 4 of them keeping up with their pace while they were still talking like the two of them were long distance friends and trying to reconnect with one another. They were close enough to keep a wide range of them, but far enough to talk about something without anyone knowing. “We need to talk to you, along mister show off. You know something he isn't telling us. And either I figure it out, or her father will find a way to get it out of you and it won’t leave such a pity scar on your face.” Not even looking at San, keeping a resting face with his arms crossed over his chest and marching back to the walls. San couldn’t help but grin slightly before looking at the large red gates, giving the wave to open the gates for all of them just enough for them to get in, no one paying much attention to the guest since they knew they would be judge by the prince for doing so. 

“San, you are free to do as you wish with our guest here, I’ll be in the library and if I’m not there I should be around the kitchen or the garden. If I’m not there then yes you can come and search for me.” Yeosang said quickly before holding Y/N’s hand and running back inside like an excited child before disappearing behind the doors, allowing San to turn to look at the other three males before seeing Yunho hold the spear close to his neck, despite the guards who were watching closely with arrows almost ready to be drawn and shot, but San did the lower sign before agreeing. “Come, there’s always prying ears here, and it wouldn’t be fair to have a standoff with over 30 men around the walls of the place waiting for my command.” 

San started to walk to the left, listening to the others walking to a door within the walls. It was a side door in case anyone needed to make a quick escape or entrance, but it was also close to the guards living quarters where they had accessed their own bath house, but the captain had their own little hot spring to rest but also a lake to sit and watch the stars at night when it was time for him to rest and his second in command, Jong-Ho would take over for the night. San made sure no one knew where this was since it was more like his own secret find, the sight here was something he wanted to have to himself and keep it so no one else was allowed to make him resent ever finding it for himself. He led the other three here before walking on the stones and showing them a place to sit before sitting down. “By all means, ask me anything.” Wooyoung kept his arms crossed while looking at him before the quiet two, who kept a stern look before wooyoung turned to stare back down at San. “Mingi, Yuho, go inf the library and see if there's any window, if not you know what to do, I’ll ask from here.” Yunho had hesitated because he knows Wooyoung’s temper, and sometimes people will use that and keep him wrapped around their fingers no matter how close they think they are. 

But Mingi gave the nod before the two had jumped from the trees, not trusting the door they came from. San just kept a carefree expression while keeping his eyes locked on Wooyoung. “Your prince is the kitsune, I heard that conversation and I know this isn’t your first time hearing something like it. Is his stories accurate or is he just bluffing.” He demanded to know, leaning his hands on the table while San just raised one eyebrow in an arch before crossing his arms. “You’ve been paying that close attention? Most just say they look related in some form or another. No one's ever got this close before.” “Cut the shit and tell me.” “You’re very serious for someone that looks this cute, but I guess.” Wooyoung looked ready to punch san in the face if he possible but kept his distance just to stop that from happening and just stood back up and crossed his arms while San let out a sigh. “The way it happened was complicated. Because The prince himself is the son of the late king that was known for being cruel. But the actual prince himself was known for being the way he is now, he loved everyone that walked through those gates.”  

Wooyoung kept watching San’s close expressions to make sure there was no lies being spread about this, wanting to make sure that nothing was a lie. Seeing the look in San’s eyes change from being a soft and friendly stare to something sterner in staring and make him want to question more. But San wasn’t done, even before Wooyoung could ask the question. “But during that killing, Yeosang decided to make a deal, because truthfully everyone around knew that the prince was deathly sick but we also knew the king hated his only son and was planning to kill him off, just to either make another son with some poor soul or would find someone just as messed up as he was to ruin this place further . The prince made a deal, because they knew they only had seconds to live at that point. And when the seal was done, the prince had already died. And when that happened, he erased his actual face from those who were watching trying save the king but not the prince. But he made sure those in the court and related towards them had to remember for obvious reasons. Now as for the seonghwa situation, you have good luck getting that out of your captain for answers. As for Y/N don’t worry, Yeosang  won’t do much to hurt them, that would be the only person to see them in such a vulnerable state before. But that wouldn’t happen till Yeosang has to do something drastic, which we all know will happen and there won’t be anything you could do.” 

Looking down at San in shock, wooyoung felt the story come together and wrap around in his head while San started to stand up and get closer. “Everyone in the court knows if Yeosang finds someone he cherish more than his own gold stash, anyone who makes them cry is going to tortured in the worst ways no human could ever stop. Now we should head now hm? Let’s go.” 

You know Y/N, this is why being curious can always be a bad thing.” Yeosang started walking through the woods, the moon was shining down brightly through the leaves to the ground, where he was quietly walking in a taunting manner. His flags were slowly swaying side to side while his fingernails started to grow, the tips of his nails turning black. His eyes turning their dangerous bright orange color while he held his two pitch black fans with a smirk growing on his face as he kept listening in. “You wanted to meet me after just two weeks being here, why are you so scared to meet me now, hm? Nothing else is different, other than my tone.” He stopped before slowly turning around to see the elf pointing their staff towards the male, trying to even seem brave for doing so while Yeosang continued to smirk, flapping his fans open before fully turning around. “You...You did a lot of things to my dad and my mom. You never told me that!” “Little leaf you never asked. How can I answer questions if they aren’t being asked?” He slowly got closer, seeing them point the staff closing, this meant they would attack if needed. Seeing little orbs of light start to surround the top of the staff, trying his hardest to show that he was serious about this and wasn’t going to take anything that wasn’t the truth here. 

“Answer me first!” Squatting down to the ground, Yeosang’s eyes never leaving Y/N’s. He jumped backwards, landing on a branch but didn’t even seem to shake it before slowly sitting down, his tail staying upwards while his legs were crossed. “Simple, your parent's relationship was seen as forbidden on your mother's side. Since he wasn’t supposed to date anyone outside of who his parents had arranged for him to date. Let alone another man. And an elf on top of that? Elves are known to get any gender pregnant to term, oh but your mother was determined to leave when you were supposed to be born. But without the help of your dad and the other trained elves, your birth was dangerous without help, and his family chased him through the woods, oh they planned to kill you the moment you were fully out of the womb and do who knows what to your poor mother. But your dad made a deal with me, I take care of those monsters, he saves your mother and gets to keep you. But I didn't must do a thing when I got there.”  

Yeosang’s tone remind in a calm, but still lingered with a taunting tone, staring down into Y/N’s eyes while their eyes were frankly moving around as if he were tyring to solve the puzzle with so many pieces still needed to fall into their places before anything could be done about it all to begin with. Something Yeosang enjoyed the most when doing, and there was nothing a lot of people could ever do about it, even if they wanted to. “Your mother had killed her own family, knowing either way he was bound to be hunted down by them. And if they ever saw you, you would be dead regardless of how old you were. But the scary part for your father was that your mother was in a nest, the branches and vines from outside had made their way inside to wrap under him and he was being forced to push despite not wanting to. It was dangerous to get close but hongjoong went anyways because your feet were sticking out, which for them is a good sign but human births, it could be dangerous. So he got close enough and got you safe in his arms, but your mother was in a dangerous state. Changing almost and so, the only thing I could do to fix it was by erasing her memories of her family. Making it look like they were killed in a robbery, but he was able to hide, but I added a catch. If you grew up and ever said the word mom to him, your mother would remember everything. Which is why when you accidentally called seonghwa mom, they looked at me and started to panic. And while you were so determined to catch me, I know your dad heard that and ran thinking you were hurt. Oh, he’ll be so happy to see why, he missed his little family.”  

Yeosang had vanished from the branch he was sitting on, making Y/N jump and blink in confusion, as if they were just now coming back from their own little world that was slowly crumbling faster than they could build. But that’s when they heard their dad screaming out their name, and now their mother. Turning around to see the two of them running closer with hongjoong being the first to hold YN tightly, seonghwa holding the two of them while trying not to fall on the ground after running and having to jump over tree logs to get here. Yeosang stayed behind a tree, watching them while trying to make sure the sun wasn’t coming up now. Even with it being late, almost close to morning, he needed time before he had to change once more. He enjoyed the sight of seonghwa looking around before the two finally locked eyes with each other. Seonghwa didn’t scream but he did tug hongjoong, breaking the family hug while the three of them kept staring into the bright orange eyes that peaked out from the tree. With hongjoong stepping forward with his own weapon in hand, but could just imagine the grin on Yeosang’s face that was hiding in the dark. 

Looking back up, the wind suddenly moved around Y/n whistling their eyes opened wide before seeing Yeosang in front of him. His sharp eyes staring down while his tails swayed to the sides with excitement burning in both the way they swayed and the look in his eyes. “And we have a deal, you are mine to bite, to devour, to taste.” He started not caring if the staff was glowing towards his chest, watching y/n try their hardest to stand up while walking backwards and trying not to trip on anything behind him that he couldn’t see. “You belong under me, doesn’t that sound like such a pleasant place to be? No concubine has ever been able to get that, that get handed to San, Jong-Ho, anyone else in my court. Yet all I want is you, and I’m going to get it.” He kept walking till Y/n tried to run, knowing that their Appa was close behind him and all he needed to do was run and make it before it was too late. Licking his lips and fangs Yeosang began the chase, jumping up to the trees before jumping down far ahead of Y/N, twirling them around and picking him up before making their eyes meet. “Running does nothing more than excite me more and I can’t wait to bite you. But I have a deal to uphold. Your village gets their safest place to do as they wish without the fear of anything and your Appa will be able to do as he wished to punish them, you’ll get your family back. But your mine, and there will be no saving you from me, understand now little leaf?” 

In such a teasing tone, his nails stayed under Y/N’s chin while his face was closer together and all he could was smirk, holding y/n’s hips close with his freehand while tilting his head to the side. “Running will do nothing, I won’t harm your family, but You Appa will burn every place he walks into if it means he can have you again, and you wouldn’t be able to recognize the man in front of you, now let’s head home and get you ready, I bite a lot.” 

Hongjoong was sitting at the table, holding his hands together on his sides while staring steaught ahead at nothing, He had to give away his little boy, his proud little boy who loved plants and flowers more then anything else, minus him. He hated it. He saw the fear in his sons eyes while they tried to stand strong in the outfit they were wearing. Yeosang had a wide varity of the wedding outfits both men style and women style for Y/N to choose from without having to make anything else. This was supposed to be a happy day for Y/N, and an emotional day for Hongjoong when he had to give away his son. Walking into the room where his son was, part of him wanted to cry at the sight of it. In that beautiful Hanbok with a fighting smile, their hair was allowed to be down with little flowers across his head. The dark blue fabric almost seemed to glow. The collar had white outlines while the shoulders and arms had dark gold stitched within them, the shoulders were tamed, but the sleeves were like an X pattern, around the waist was a gold band, the bottom was the main eyecatcher. Almost leaving a circle behind Y/n of dark blue and gold embroidery while the stitches seemed to resemble the outline of scales strangle. 

He knew what he had to do, but what hurt him more was seeing the mother of his child let silent tears fall down his face while helping them get dressed. The soft kisses but tight hugs knowing there was nothing either of them could do even while being allowed to visit at almost any time. But they had to go, the ceremony was filled with flowers with a day so brought it was perfect for a marriage. Yeosang stood there happy as could be, not wearing his mask anymore while smiling brightly while watching y/n get closer and closer. It was hard to hide his tail because of how excited he was about this moment. Hongjoong had to stand there and listen to the vows that were prepared beforehand and watching the pair finally kissed, allowing everyone to enjoy the feast of each other and mingle, while they were taken to eat high and dance before leaving the scene. Hongjoong was just in a corner of the courtyard, he didn’t know whether he wanted to destroy everything and have a fight against yeosang or bite his tongue and not look at anyone or he would cause a scene. “Your going to pop a vein in your head if you keep staring too hard at nothing.” Hearing that voice snap him back to reality, hongjoong whipped his head around to see Seonghwa walking over with two plates in hand. A small smile on his face before slowing sitting down, hongjoong could only blink a couple times before slowly sitting up in his head, letting go of his hands.  

He wanted to say something, because seonghwa truly hasn’t changed much at all and it made his heart flutter to see them so close together, just sitting down and trying to eat again. ”Seonghwa...I’m SO-” “Don’t. I know you, this was your very last resort if things truly were bad. We may not be together the way we imagined, but we’re somewhat closer. I have to be by their side every day and knowing you, you’ll be switching between here and there.” Hongjoong could only look at the taller male trying to feed him, trying to make some light of this situation knowing that there was very little either of them could do. “Do you think Yeosang will truly keep Y/N safe, you would know better than anyone I could ask.” Seonghwa turned to look at the crowd, seeing yeosang have a tight yet protective hold on the masking male in front of him.  He smiled brightly while swaying side to side. “Every Fox has their muse, he’ll be safe but also be strict, Yeosang never shares what he claims is his, and that is rare.” “And would tonight be a safe night?” Seonghwa could only stare at Hongjoong, knowing that the next time either of them saw y/n and yeosang, all Seonghwa hoped that there would be no grandkids running around so. 

The celebration was grand with mixed themes from the elves and from yeosang’s people were having fun trying out new things. Dancing together with vines and flowers surrounding the married couple with the sound of drums and banging in everyone's ears. Trying new foods and drinks before seeing Y/N try to quietly walk up the stairs to where his resting quarters would be, so yeosang was quick to run up there and hold y/n’s hand close before stopping at the top of the stairs. “Ready to rest now little leaf?” he asked, moving his hands up to their sides to help lift them above his head before holding him close to his chest. “I was hoping to walk alone to the room.” “Now now you would’ve been lost, my real room is hidden. You don’t know that one. Unless you don’t want to see my tails and teeth we can go to my main room, but for everything else, we have to go somewhere else to see all of that.” 

Despite Yeosang wanting to ravish his new husband on their wedding night, when he heard the words no, he didn’t keep pushing. He respected their choice and waited till the y/n could look him in the eyes and say yes. Something he always wanted to hear because it would give him more free rein to leave as many marks as possible, even as the days turned to weeks, weeks into months and almost 2 years. Yeosang would Lay in a nest hungry but would often try his hardest to keep his own desires away till he heard the green word, and he could lose his mind. And tonight was no different, he left Y/N alone once dinner was over to rush to his hidden room and nearly ripped the fabric of his clothes off till they were on the ground before laying naked in his nest. HIs tails swaying around while his ears twitched with his eyes remaining closed as he could feel himself sweating despite his room being mostly cool year around. He wanted his partner, he wanted to pounce after waiting so long but he kept stopping himself frmo doing so. That was until he heard the door sliding open slowly, it made him jump while his tails kept him covered and he was so happy at what he was seeing. Y/N slowly closing the door while only wearing loose clothes before finally looking in yeosang’s eyes. "You've waited long enough, it;s a custom of ours. Where we make our partners wait 2 years before being able to touch, and you’ve made it.”  The clothes were just seemed to make their way feel at home thrown and crumbled away in the corner of the white and golden room with the windows all closed, tucked away from the hearing ear and prying eye with the doors closed and no one being able to come inside from the outside, since it was hidden and seemed to blend in to look like just another plain wall painting for anyone else to see. The only thing happening now was skin to skin contact with the married couple. Laying on the large round bed with the sheets already having wrinkles and tugs on them, with some of the pillows being a mess. Y/N having their stomach touching the sheets with their back in the air, feeling Yeosang’s nails and lips kissing from the back of their neck to the lower part of their back. Planting their own little marks along while Yeosang’s tails began to sway excitedly side to side. “You don’t have to be shy around me now, in this room there would be no reason for me to hurt you, it’s been ages since I’ve last stayed here, I’ll take such good care of you.” 

His kisses were hungry, flipping Y/n on their back and kissing their chest and stomach, his eyes remianed closed while his ears twitched at every sound, every moan, every groan before Yeosang pulled away from the soft delicate skin because of the tug he felt in his hair, catching him by surprised as he let out a soft yelp at the feeling. Seeing Y/N arch closer to lock the pair in a kiss with their heads tilted to the side, tongues were twirling around each other while y/n’s hands continued to roam but being careful of the tails, since one of them could either make Yeosang fall and be submissive or drive him crazy till he could no longer thrust anymore and he would fall. It was something of a risk with getting the right one depending on the mood. “Please...please let me do the work, if I have to sit still, I’ll pound you into this bed so fast your parents might just bust down the wall to make sure I’m not killing you.” Yeosang groaned, licking Y/M’s neck with soft bite marks while holding their legs on his shoulders. But Y/N had a smirk before shaking his head no, finding a way to flip them over so Yeosang was on the bed, and they were on top, slowly crawling down to the ground between Yeosang’s legs. Looking up at his desperate eyes. “Hmm, no. I want to try this first, might explain why Wooyoung drags San to hidden places before coming back.” Yeosang wanted to open his mouth to say something, maybe like a weak whisper of please before letting out a groan, nearly falling on the back of the bed when he felt the inside of Y/N’s mouth around his dick. His head quickly leaned forward to look down at the sight of Y/n bobbing his head back and forth, letting out gagging noises while swirling their tongue around it all. Their eyes would stay closed for a while before looking up to see Yeosang’s head leaning all over the place his legs propped to the side while his nails were digging into the white sheets under him while his opened mouth continued to let out moans mixed with whimpers and his staggered breath with each movement. 

His words were seemingly failing him, no matter how many times he tried to open his mouth to say something, anything but there was just nothing coming out while he managed to have one of his hands tangled in Y/N’s hair. His eyes fluttering opened and closed while he felt his hips move on their own. His ears stayed pointed straight while his tails seemed to be going up and down while almost seemingly like there were shaking. Yeosang could feel it now, his own release was coming but Y/N had no plans on slowing down. Staying on their knees with his hands gripping on Yeosang’s inner though to leave scratched before stopping. Letting out a muffled gag before slowly pulling away whist a string of salvia before swallowing. Looking up at Yeosang with their tongue hanging out before slowly standing up, locking eyes with a starstruck yeosang who was panting still before pulling Y/N down for a kiss, wrapping their arms around him before flipping him back over, he was growling in the long kiss while Y/N would let out a soft giggle or moan before looking at the hungry man. His tip was resting right under the entrance where it needed to go. Yeosang’s eyes were full of desire, he wanted to hear it. It would drive him crazy but he wanted to hear it, his eyes doing most of the begging for him. “Dear..” Y/N ran a finer down Yeosang’s spine in a slow manner, watching yeosang shiver at the touch like he was about to lose his mind. “If I’m not stuck to this bed and barely able to move and speak to you, if I’m not full and leaking, I’m going ot ride you till you can’t stay awake, or I finally give up. Elves are known for this.” It was like a dark switch flipped inside of Yeosang’s mind, keeping Y/n’s head pinned down to the bed before pushing himself inside of Y/N, letting that loud moan fill his ears before letting his hips move in an animalist pace. Feeling the scratches on his back, hearing the pleads right in his ears while leaning his head down before Y/N’s shoulders. It was enough to let him off edge. 

“Right there Yeosang! Fuck making you wait really was torture huh?” Y/N tried to tease with moans and gasp in between, but each word just made Yeosang move faster, changing his angle slightly upward while the sound of skin slapping got louder. When Yeosang finally pulled away from Y/N’s shoulder, his fangs showing with his eyes showing nothing but desire as they glowed that signature bright orange color while they two of them locked eyes with each other. Wanting nothing more than to never stop but he knew at some point the two of them would have to regardless of how much they didn’t want to. The night was passing them, but yeosang was no longer ontop. His bright eyes were going dim as his body began to shake after so many releases, he was sure there would be children growing. Yeosang was now on the bed, his eyes struggling to stay awake as he watched Y/n bounce like they still had stamina, holding onto Yeosang’s scratched marked sides one more time before finally slamming down one last time. Allowing streams to cover Yeosang’s chest one more before collapsing on him. His body was tired, but Yeosang’s eyes closed before he could even say anything. His tails were swaying to show that he was still awake and breathing but he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. Y/N could only smile at this, knowing their plan worked all along. 

Slowly leaning up to grab a towel close to the pair, slowly lifting themselves up and wiping yeosang cleaned along with himself. He hummed softly to himself before straddling Yeosang once again. Looking down at the tired fox before smiling, keeping his tone quiet so Yeosang wouldn’t be able to hear him in his sleep. “I always knew a charming elf was something the kitsune would want, not for power but just because, I’m surprised Appa didn’t tell you anything. But I got to meet my mother so that’s all that matters, they’re happy. And you’re forever mine, not the other way around.” 

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Fruity Confessions

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,584

Genre: fluffy goodness

Summary: After a hunt, the Reader gets very drunk. What will Sam do?

Warnings: alcohol consumption (like, a lot of it), mention of murder (nothing out of SPN norm), mention of smut (in a book), hinted at smutty thoughts

A/N: What's up Tumblr? It's been a while. Writing is gonna be all over the place because I have a kid now! (crazy, right?) But as a SAHM, I have a lot of free time to write, so here's to (hopefully), getting back into it. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are no one's fault but me, myself, and I.

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You were a fruity drink kinda girl. While the boys had their variety of beers, you preferred Smirnoff Ices or a seltzer of some kind. When the situation called for something a little harder, like at the end of every hunt, the Winchesters drank whiskey, and you enjoyed a bottle of wine. 

With each state you’ve gone to, you made sure to find a winery from that state, and if they had a fruity-flavored bottle, you were definitely getting at least one. This time- Wisconsin.

A hunt had brought you to Green Bay: at Lambeau Field to be specific. Home field Packers’ games were canceled after eight different fans of the Detroit Lions were found dead after their game. It didn’t take long to find out it was a ghost, however, finding out who the ghost was was a different story. After lots of research, Sam had determined it was Bart Starr, the Packers’ quarterback during their first Super Bowl win.

“The dude’s buried in Alabama, so how the hell did he make it here beyond the grave?” Dean asked.

“One of Starr’s jerseys is at the Field. That’s definitely what he’s being tethered to, but it’s gonna be difficult getting it out of its case. Lambeau has all of their memorabilia in cases with alarms,” you said, not looking up from your book. After some moments of silence, you looked up to see Sam and Dean looking at you like you had three heads. “What? I know things.”

“Yeah, but about football?” Dean was shocked. “Not even the game itself, but the fact you just happened to know one of these random player’s jerseys was in their museum? It’s weird.”

“Dean, leave her be, she literally just told us what we’ve gotta burn.” Sam was impressed. While he had never been interested in sports, he was pleasantly surprised by your knowledge, however niche of a topic it may be. “But, I gotta know,” Sam turned to you, “how did you know that?”

“I’ve been to a game or two at Lambeau Field. My dad was a Packers fan.”

You happened to be the one to go to the jersey to burn it while the boys were your backup. The faded green jersey with the number 15 on it was lit up in its display case. You all knew it had to be in and out. Break the case, burn the jersey, and get the hell out.

The sound of shattering glass came with the sound of an alarm, alerting the guard at the entrance to the museum portion of the stadium. Bart Starr was throwing around Sam and Dean like they were footballs.

You had just barely been able to get a match onto the jersey before security was able to see you. Luckily, the small flame was enough to distract him and made him run in the opposite direction to get a fire extinguisher.

The next morning, as Sam and Dean were packing up, you drove to a state business called Festival Foods. There, you found their selection of state-made wines. You opted for a couple of labels all made of cranberries. If you were grabbing wines made in Wisconsin, you might as well grab ones made with one of the state’s bigger industries.

You spent the twelve hours from Green Bay back to Lebanon in almost complete silence. You and Sam reading your books, and Dean humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

The minute you got home, you grabbed the cooler and went to the kitchen. Your only thoughts were on the wine you had got and how you needed to try it.

“Y/N, you didn’t even grab your-” Sam’s sentence was interrupted by seeing you grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard. “I’ll go put your bag in your room.” Sam knew better than to get between you and your wine. The last time he tried that, he ended up on the floor from trying to cut you off for the night. Your love for wine and need for a drink after a hunt had given you the drunken power to somehow take him down, despite the size difference between you and him. 

Sam retreated from the kitchen to his bedroom. You took your bottle, glass, and book to the library and settled yourself into the loveseat you had picked for nights like these. 

About 3/4ths of the bottle in, you had abandoned the thought of a wine glass and just started drinking straight from the bottle. Your mind was wandering from the fantasy-romance you were reading and to thoughts of Sam. When you reached a smutty part of the story, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Sam in that way.

You were now a bottle down, and made your way back to the kitchen to open up another one. It really didn't take long for you to finish the second bottle. You were stumbling to the kitchen, with the intent to grab your third bottle, when you were stopped by the table in the library, not at it, by it. You had walked right into it, almost like you forgot the large oak table was there. 

Getting to the kitchen truly was difficult for you, your drunken version of a marathon. Sam heard all of the commotion going on and took a guess on where you were heading. Usually he would leave you be, but being able to hear you walk into things, he decided to risk you being mad at him. 

He stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, and let you walk right into him. It took him everything to keep him from laughing at your face when you were met with the wall of muscle. 

“Sammy, whaddya doin’ here?” Your words were slurred, but not incoherent.

“Preventing alcohol poisoning,” Sam grabbed your hand and guided you down the hall. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“Can I sleep in yours?” Your drunken state left you with no filter. The words just came out of your mouth. 

“Ya know, given you walked right into me like I was invisible, that might actually be a good idea.”

Sam’s response invoked a giggle from you, and he couldn't help but smile. Even though you were stumbling down the halls of the Bunker, bumping into Sam every couple of steps, he thought you were adorable. You were usually pretty reserved and in control, but like this, you’re care-free, not calculating your every move. 

It took almost twice as long to get to Sam’s room as usual with how many times you bumped into him or tripped over your own feet resulting in him having to catch you. Sam told himself after the fourth time if you fell one more time, he was just going to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Much to his dismay, that did not happen. He would have loved to know your reaction in the morning if you remembered him doing that. 

When you finally reached Sam’s room, the first thing you did was flop on the bed, or attempt to anyway. Thankfully, you fell just short of landing all the way on so your head never hit the floor. Sam chuckled and helped you up. Before laying back down, you took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants. 

This wasn't the first time Sam had seen you without a shirt, or the first time the two of you shared a bed, but this time was different. This time you were drunk and didn't really know what you were doing. In your drunken state, you were just getting ready for bed, for Sam, he couldn't help but think that you thought of him as someone safe. Why else would you have asked if you could stay with him tonight?

Sam got you comfy on the bed, all the while you were giggling up a storm. Sam looked at you and smiled. “What? What's so funny, Y/N/N?”

“Nothin’. I just think you're cute. And tall,” you looked at Sam with big eyes and a goofy grin. “Oh my gosh you're so tall.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled. “Let's just get you to sleep, alright?”

You nodded as he helped you make sure you didn't smack your head against his bed frame. Sam grabbed the small trash can sitting at his desk and brought it to your side of the bed. You usually held your liquor really well, but given your state, he didn't want to take any chances. 

“Sammy?” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” your voice got serious. Sam knew you'd be falling asleep soon, you always stopped being goofy towards the end of the night. 

“I mean it. I really do,” Sam knew you weren't just saying that because you were drunk. If you were talking, your filter may be going, but you mean every word that comes out of your mouth. 

“I know you do,” Sam smiled softly before crawling into his bed behind you and pulling his blanket over the two of you. He let his arm fall over your side and rubbed his thumb in small circles over your stomach. He hated not knowing if you were going to remember this in the morning. 

He waited to hear your breathing become slow and steady before whispering, “I love you, too, Y/N/N.”

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I’d Stop The World… (+18 MDNI)

Sub!Arisu Ryohei x Plus!Touch-Starved!Reader

Summary: After nearly losing your friend, Arisu, during the witch hunt game and experiencing the King of Spades, you realize the fragility of life and just how important he is to you.

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A/N: Wrote this because there just isn’t enough Arisu fics and my boy deserves some lovin’

Word Count: 3.8k words

Warnings: spit kink, dirty talk, doggystyle, scratching, biting, crying during and after sex, squirting, creampie, using underwear as gag, cum eating, if you squint ass worship/body worship, body hair kink, multiple orgasms, existentialism, mentions of violence, graphic language, talks of death and impending sense of doom, depression, markings/hickies, hair pulling, oral (m & f recieving), fingering, choking, hand kink/finger sucking, size kink (reader likes how small Arisu is despite him being really tall)

You wondered how it got to this point. How did you end up in a place where you constantly had to fight for your life? A place far from home. Not even existing in your normal universe.

You remember wanting to get away from all of your problems back in America, a year ago. You ended up moving to Japan. Being a city girl, you didn’t think much of the difference in perspective aside from the language. Luckily for you, your mother was a teacher who’d taught English in Japan so you were pretty familiar here.

You mostly kept to yourself, no friends in question. Just how you intended it. All you wished was for a peaceful life. Something you felt hadn’t been granted to you ever since your father lost his battle with depression and your mother developed early dementia. Believing she was too far gone, you’d left. Leaving only a phone number on file to the nurse back home only in the case of emergency. You never visited your mother since.

Now…all you wanted was to visit her. To hold her. To tell her you were sorry for leaving. Her nurse is probably calling you now. Maybe even your friends and family have called you as well. But you’ve pushed them away and you have no way of letting them know that you’re lost in the borderlands with no idea whether you’d be able to get back home.

Along the way, you met countless others who’ve been forced to play the games, too. Countless lives lost. It was enough to wear you down.

But then you met the courageous, intelligent, and inspiring Arisu Ryohei. When you wished to die on the “distance” biking challenge, he encouraged you to love in hopes you’d one day see your mother again. That was your motivation.

However, the closer you got, you realized just how much he meant to you as well. You wanted nothing more than to leave the games with him and start a fresh life together. Maybe even introduce him to your mother.

Then, the night of the Witch Hunt came around. People frantically trying to win the game to proceed and retrieve the Ten of Hearts card. You learned that Arisu’s visa would soon expire at midnight but he’d been tied up somewhere around the hotel. With the help of some players, you were able to save him. Only for Aguni and his goons to continue to attack Arisu nearly beating him to a pulp. Now present day comes around and you’ve made it to the King of Spades level in which he’s mindlessly killing people. An absolute massacre.

The fragility of your mortality comes into question. You’ve met so many great people who you’ve come to know as friends. Usagi, Kuina, Chishiya, Ann…Arisu. People who’ve taught you how to let people in again after building walls for so long. Now you’re at risk of losing them all and never seeing your mother again.

You needed to confess your feelings for Arisu if tomorrow’s your last day. This meant regardless of whether those feelings are returned. Obviously, you sensed that Arisu had feelings for Usagi as he also has a close friendship with her.

“Are you okay?” Arisu asks, snapping you from your panicking thoughts.

The group has separated in pairs, currently searching for supplies to bring to a safe house (abandoned hotel) far from any of the hot zones.

“Mhm.” You simply say, nodding.

“You seem tense…which is fair. We are being chased by a madman with sub machine guns,” He says with a small smile. You give no reaction, continuing to search through the ruins of the convienence store.“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

You sigh. “If I tell you, it’ll make things different between us.”

“I thought we were friends. Nothing could possibly change between us.”

But that’s exactly what I want!

“Okay, I will tell you,” You began. “But I have some rules.”

“And they are…”

“Number one: don’t interrupt.”

“But—”

“Shhh, I said ‘don’t interrupt’. Number two: When I say what I have to say, you don’t have to answer me. At least not yet. You can tell me some other time later just not now.”

“O…kay.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, eyes squeezed shit before opening them once again. “Arisu…I…I like you. Like a lot. I long to touch you and hold you. To kiss you. I feel like I’m alive when I see that you’re okay. I’ve been thinking of my motivations for keeping alive. I wish to see my mother again but also I wish for a life where I can be with you and things would be normal. I wish for all our friends to be alive and well. I wanted to let you all of this before it’s too late. When I thought I nearly lost you at the Beach, I felt so sick and lost. I realized that I just couldn’t bear the thought of not having you. You make me feel less alone. I don’t want to go out with so many regrets when I could’ve said something while I can. I release this truth for a lighter conscience. So in case I die tomorrow…Ryohei, I love you.“

He’s stunned by your confession. Rendered speechless. You awkwardly give him a small smile before packing up some food in your backpacks. The rest of the trip back to the safehouse was quiet aside from the one time you wept having to go through a street littered with bodies of players not much older than you.

The group sat in a circle in the middle of a fire outside of the safehouse, talking about their fears and dreams in life. Every now and then, you noticed Arisu glancing at you before quickly averting his gaze.

Deciding to call it a night for wnough rest and energy, the group had gone to their designated rooms. Before you enter your room, you spotted Usagi and Arisu speaking together in the hallway. You knew his feelings for her were stronger but it didn’t hurt any less knowing.

Climbing in bed, you curled the sheets around you. Silently crying to yourself, you here a knock at your door. You wipe your eyes, grabbing a nearby t-shirt to cover your body half-naked body. Trudging over, you opened the door. Arisu stood in the doorway, hair disheveled and eyes needy. He quickly pulls your body to his, planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

The two of you stumble into your room, him kicking the door shut. You pull away for a moment, him pecking your lips with each word you spoke.

“I dont (kiss) understand (kiss). I thought you (kiss) liked Usagi.”

“Usagi’s a friend. A good friend. She encouraged me to not be afraid to say how I feel about you. I was worried that you only felt like you had to say those things because you were scared. I thought a girl like you could never want someone like me. But now I know you mean it because I feel it, too. I love you.”

“I wanna feel you tonight. All of you. No holding back.”

“I’m not very experienced. But if you teach me how to touch you, I will do my best to please you,” He whispers against your lips, cock hardening against your stomach. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

“I don’t want perfect,” You grip him through his shorts, biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. “I wanna fuck. I want sloppy, messy, dirty love making. The kind that will make everyone blush in the morning. I want it to where I could feel you between my legs even when your not there.”

“I want you so bad. I ache. Do you feel me throbbing in your hands?”

“How could I not? All I ever wanted was to feel you. I can’t believe I get to do that now,” You sink down to your knees before him. “But I need more. Need to suck your cock and taste you.”

He caresses the top of your head. “I might cum in your mouth.”

“That’s what I hope for.” Untying the strings of his shorts, you tug them off to reveal his boxers. The head of his growingly hard cock peaking through the hole. Too impatient to pull down his underwear, you suckle on the pink head through the hole; tasting the salty and addicting taste of his precum. Increasingly lowering your mouth around the base, you jerk and bobbed until his cock was fully through the hole.

He groans, biting his lip and watching you through the dark strands of his hair. Once in a while, he’d run his fingers through your hair keeping it out of your way as you gagged around. He was fairly thick in size, dick surprisingly tanned and pretty. Although, he wasn’t extremely huge, he was fucking perfect.

Hands free, you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock. Your hands busied themselves, pulling up at the hems of his shirt. He takes the hint, pulling the shirt over his head. He reveals his toned stomach and faint happy trail of which you happily crawled angry lines down his abs while he fucked you mouth.

His hand rests on the back of your skull, thrusting sing into the back of your throat while saliva dripping down to the cleavage of your breasts, soaking your shirt and forming a puddle on the floor.

You pull away, stroking his cock. “You taste so good, baby. Love it when you fuck my throat.”

“You need to be naked.” Arisu whimpers.

You remove your shirt, breasts exposed to the cold air and your nipples immediately get hard. Only in your lace panties, you shove your hand down to play with your swollen bud while resuming to suck on his deliciously veiny cock.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” Arisu whines head thrown back and knees nearly buckling. “I can’t…It’s too much. Too good.”

You slurp the thick saliva off his cock, jerk him a few times before spitting it right back on the base. You deepthroat his cock, fingers playing with his balls. Never again would he question your desire for him. The sight before him right now is proof enough that you wanted him bad enough to devour him.

“Mmm.” You hummed your enjoyment, sucking hard on the tip for more of his essence while folding his testicles. Your only given his high-pitched cry as a warning before his shooting his warm cum down your throat.

You greedily swallow him down, sucking and moaning until he has to physically pull you off. By the time you look up at him, he’s trembling. His hair even messier from his head trashing around.

“You were amazing,” He breathes out a chuckle. “I’ve never had a girl do that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Arisu.” You say, doe eyes and kiss-swollen lips glistening in the moonlight.

“Could I taste you, too? I’ve always wanted to try. I’m not sure how to begin.”

“I can teach you,” You rise up to your feet, eye contact not breaking as you played with the band of your panties. “Off or on?”

“O-off.” He says.

You lower the blue lace material down your legs, keeping them close for later use. “I’d like yours off, too.”

Arisu obeys, finally peeling off the boxers. He’s freed of his restraints and it’s as if he’d gotten even more beautiful somehow. The underwear held back from just how perfect his cock appeared, still drilling wet with your spit.

You lie on your back on the plush mattress, sitting close enough to edge. You prop your up by your elbows, gesturing him with a beckoning finger to come closer to you. When he does, you then gesture him with that finger to get on his knees. His blown pupils assured you that he was more than eager to do this.

He looks down at your glistening core before him as if staring at a 5-course meal. You were, in fact, his meal.

You tug his hair, bringing him forward. His face hovers over your puffy pussy. “You have such a pretty mouth, Arisu. So pink and full. Even when facing death, my eyes can’t tear away from them. I bet they’d feel like heaven on me.”

“Please let me taste you,” Arisu begs. “I promise I’ll do anything to make you cum.”

“How can I deny my good boy?” You cooed. “Go on and taste me.”

Tugging on his hair once again, you bring his face down. He sticks out his long, thick tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt. Flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against your clit, he sucks it into his mouth causing you to whine out.

You pull at his hair again to pull him away for a bit, looking into his eyes. He was far gone. His eyes trained on your perfect cunt. You decide to let him take the lead releasing his hair. He kisses your inner thighs, enamored by the thickness in them. God, he’s dreamt countless nights of you squeezing his head between them. Tonight, he plans on getting that wish.

He dives back in, kissing and sucking on your lips like he would with the ones on your gorgeous face. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. He’s already doing so good.

With his lips clamped around sensitive nub, he takes a large hand and kneads your thighs before slipping his longest finger into you. You groan out loud, rolling your hips and shoving mouthfuls of your pussy at him.

“Ohhhh, Arisu. You’re so fucking incredible. Ooo, baby.” You groan, removing the hair falling over his face. as stared at you with intense lust-filled eyes. You bite your lip to keep from screaming when he adds another finger in proceeding to do the ‘come hither’ motion and triggering your impending orgasm.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” You squeak. Arisu works his fingers faster into you alternating between pumping them into your tight core and playing with spongy trigger. He hears the sound of your wetness before he see it. The squelching noises sounding off and then you’re squirting around his fingers. He continues to pump until your eruption practically shoots them out if you. He eagerly licks at your arousal from his finger and the source itself. You take his fingers, sucking them into your mouth.

He can’t take it anymore. He needs to be inside you. Now. You’re turned over on your stomach, hands stretched behind you for him to pin them behind your back. Cuffing a hand over your wrists, he slips his hardened cock into your sopping pussy. The two of you moaning out your bliss.

“Feel so good inside me, my good boy. You’re so tiny compared to me. You really think you can handle all of this body.” You tease, you voice sultry and fucked out.

He bottoms out, biting his lip to keep himself from whimpering. “I can handle all of you. Your curves, your beautiful ass.” He lets a hand collide on your ass cheek causing it to ripple.

“Fuck me, Arisu. Fuck. Me.”

He picks a pace. A pace that—although felt incredibly pleasant—would make you cum soon. You wanted to stretch the moment for as long as you could.

With your cheek pressed to the mattress and your eyes rolled, you beg him to change pace. “Slower. Please. Need to feel every inch.”

He listens, hitting into you with long, deep thrusts timed like the swinging of a pendulum.

“Oh shit,” You whimper, hearing the sounds of your sticky release squelching with the churn of his cock. “Arisu, please, don’t leave me.”

“So good, hanii. I’ll never leave. Never. I’m going to make this pussy my home.” He growls.

Arisu picks up the pace a little, hitting deeper and deeper. You involuntarily began to fuck back against him, your plump bottom smacking against his pelvis.

“Oh god, I’m not gonna last long at this pace. You feel sooooo good and wet,” He punctuates with one thrust against your cervix. “I’ll have to pull out.”

“Just cum in me.” You whine, sounding desperate.

“I don’t want this to end so soon,” Arisu pulls out, letting out a shaky breath. He looks down at his length coated in your creamy arousal. “You’re making it so hard.”

You turn around to face him on all fours. “Want me on top?”

“I need a few minutes to calm down. If I’m inside you again, I’ll blow my load.”

“Do it,” You beg. “Let me be filled by you.”

“Please, hanii…I’ve waited for this moment and I won’t blow it so soon.”

“You can fuck me as many times as you want, Arisu. If I die, I don’t want to live with regret. I don’t want to die without ever having the chance to have you in as many ways possible. The next game we go into, I’ll look at the marks you leave on my body and I’ll remember exactly how I got them. I’ll remember them each fondly. You’re my motivation to live. To come back into your arms and hold you.”

A corner of Arisu’s lips twitches as if he’s attempting to keep himself from smiling, too shy to let you know how much your words made him feel like he was on top of the world.

He nods his approval. “Okay. You can get on top now.”

You push at his chest, making him lie back. Slowly crawling over him as a predator to a prey, starting from licking at the creamy release on his dick, up his chiseled stomach, then finally to his lips. You plant a soft kiss on his lips, gentle enough to leave him wanting more but present enough to run your tongue over his chapped bottom lip.

Taking your lace underwear, you shove it into his mouth and straddle him. You line him up with your entrance than sink down, sobbing out at the feeling of him stretching you. His big, round eyes watched you in awe, mouthful of your panties wet with your arousal. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

You grind slowly on his cock, biting your lip and watching his lips part. He looks up at your face then your breasts then back at you. But your primal emotions had gotten the best of you and your back to setting a dam-breaking lace, grinding down hard on his cock to bouncing on it.

“Ahh.” Arisu muffles out a whimper at your newfound energy, squeezing his eyes shut.

You wanted slow but did he have to feel so goddamn good?

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” You growl, grabbing him by the chin. He opens his eyes. You pull the gag from his mouth, parting his lips. Sticking your tongue out, you let a trail of spit fall onto his tongue and he immediately swallows.

After a few bounces, you notice Arisu breathing has gone ragged along with the tightening of his balls from under you which indicated he would be coming very soon. You squeeze around his neck bouncing harder and faster, not giving him any room to breathe.

“That’s it, little one,” You hiss. “Just stay there and take it.”

You loved how fragile he looked under you as if you could easily break him. You can tell he’s never been with a curvier girl. You were going to make sure you’d be his first and his last.

You pull off him causing him to groan and protest. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want you on top of me. I want to feel your chest against mine and kiss your neck while you drive into me.”

“I really won’t be lasting long this time. Even if you pull out for the last time, I’ll cum.”

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t pull back this time. Just fuck me slow.”

You lie on your back once more and waited for him to get into your arms. The moment he does, you grip his butt forcing him to quit beating around the bush and fuck you properly.

The gooey, squishy noises were music to your ears. You moan and sob, tears running down from how incredible he felt. You intertwine your fingers in his hair, pulling hard. The other hand clawing angry lines down his back. Your mouth occupies itself biting into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

He sucks a bruise on the top of your right breast. He sounded so pretty and desperate. Shaky moans and high-pitched whines whenever you’d clench around him. He pulls his length out for only the tip to stay in, playing with your entrance by shallowly pushing in before going in deep again.

You circle your fingers over your clit, gasping at the feeling of him. He was just so special. “Arisu…I gonna cum so hard. I want you to know that I love you so much. If this kills me, I’ll die happily.”

Taking one hand and pinning it above your head, he tangles his fingers in yours. His eyes still boring into your soul while the heavyness of his breath tickles your skin. He’s panting louder and louder the closer he gets to cumming as well.

“I love you, too.” He reciprocates, placing his beautiful pink lips against yours and it’s enough to awaken a rapture within you.

You cry out, the tension snapping and a splash of wetness shooting out of you and coating his pelvic area and pubic hair.

“Arisu.” You chant his name over and over, the tears continuing to flow as you felt every sensation on every part of your body that contained nerve endings.

Arisu releases his thick, hot essence into your tightening pussy and milk him passed the point of sensitivity. He’s just as loud when he cums, whimpering and begging you to take all of him.

You pull him in for another kiss, your tongue swirling around in his mouth to stifle his cries. By the time you pull away, a line of saliva tracks before you flicks a tongue out to lap it up.

He flops down on the space beside you, letting out a sigh of relief. “That was…”

“Otherworldly? Heavenly? God-tier? Because that pretty much sums it up for me.”

“R-really,” Arisu says dwindling with his thumbs.

“Uh-huh, I’ve never cried this much during sex. You’re one of a kind, Arisu.” Tears still flowing from your face.

“You’re still crying.” Arisu says with concern.

“So are you.” You say, wiping away a tear from his eyes.

“I just don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, taking your hand to kiss it.

“Me neither. I want us all to live.” You sniffle.

“Then, we’ve gotta do whatever we can to survive. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

You and Arisu share a passionate kiss, staring into each other’s eyes until you fell asleep for another day…and another game to come.

Japanese Translation: Hanii means “Honey”

[butwhatifidothis]

it annoys me so much when people say "edel had no other choice" as a thought terminating cliche. like even IF that were true, how one goes about that is still a characterful thing that gets minimized to "so it's not her fault stop being mean to her she just did what she had to". like. does she feel regret? does she apologize ot the people she's hurting? does she view it as righteous? who knows, becuase the argument is only ever used as a "stop being mean to my wife" line and not a character thing.

Yeah cuz like. Okay so let's say that starting the war was absolutely not her fault because xyz circumstance robs her of any substantial say in the matter.

What about using Demonic Beasts? What about her siccing her army and different set of Demonic Beasts on her own "friends" so that she could make more Demonic Beasts? Stealing from a gravesite to do so? What about starving her citizens, and being the only lord TO starve her citizens in their route? What about killing Judith as she ran away from her? Hell, invading the neutral Alliance in the first place? What about helping the Death Knight get away with stealing Flayn if 25 turns pass? What about saying nothing about Kronya even after Solon reveals himself at Remire? What about giving Jeritza a hunting ground to enable his bloodlust and not, like. Professional help?

She couldn't even mention a means she's working on to do anything about her starving citizens? Did she have to blame Claude (and everyone really) not immediately bowing down to her as to why the Alliance was violently invaded, and not her violent invasion being the reason it was violently invaded? What about persecuting Church followers who didn't do shit to anybody, did she have to do that shit too? Never freeing Brigid and instead stationing her men there on her route and sending Hubert there off of it; that was forced on her too? Taking Byleth's credit during the siege instead of letting them get the recognition they deserve - what, just, fate forcing her hand once again?

Are we really going to sit here and say because the war "needed" to happen, Edelgard was forced to do literally all of that (and more)? That because Edelgard was "forced" into war, she was also forced to do literally anything involving the war?

Like you said, her stans saying that she "had no choice" but to start the war does nothing to say anything about her as a character, because they also reject everything else she did regarding her war as having anything to do with her agency. They treat "she had to do this" as a means to protect the moral purity they want her character to have so they don't feel bad rooting for the villain to win, not as something that goes on to mean anything for her.

And I'm not asking for her to save literally every single person ever from any harm ever to prove her care about not going to war exists, I'm asking for LITERALLY ANYTHING. Because she quite literally does nothing to mitigate harm from anybody in this war, and regardless of whether the war was "forced" on her hands or not she absolutely could have done something to make sure her people suffered as minimally as possible. Which damn sure isn't seen in her hiding behind them as she sits in her throne room (a thing Dimitri and Claude absolutely don't do, with either similar or less time to prepare to protect their people). Or starves them, a thing uniquely said about her route (as literally all the other ones have the army go with lacking food supplies). Or allows Thales to conscript them under threat of death. Or openly saying that she thinks weak people would only stay weak after her war because they're "too used to relying on others" - because when her war takes everything away from people, it'd be THEIR fault for staying weak, which is *chef's kiss* so kind and caring amiright guys. Definitely shows off that she understands and/or cares about the ramifications of her war onto the people, and not that she has her head shoved squarely and firmly up her ass.

What does it meaningfully mean for the war to not be Edelgard's fault, if she's not going to do anything to indicate that she cares about other people enough to want to not force war on them? Hell, when she very explicitly shows she doesn't particularly care about how it'd affect people, if it affects people in a way that doesn't align with her beliefs? When she very explicitly says she's perfectly willing to sacrifice her people for her higher cause, and then goes on to sacrifice her people for her higher cause? If she doesn't even try to help others because the war was forced on her, that at best makes her one of powerless victim or uncaring defeatist - neither of which fit the resolute caring ambitious revolutionary they paradoxically also want her to be. So, again, what does it actually mean for the war to not be a result of Edelgard's agency, if she regardless of that still shows callous indifference to those harmed by the war?

It's a question no one who posits this about Edelgard is able to answer, because as you said, it's not meant to be anything more than a shallow defense against her own actions. Letting Edelgard have even the slightest smidgen of agency in her own actions means accepting that she is a massive fucking penis. A huge gaping asshole. A plain ol' jerk. Which again! Is INFINITELY more engaging to watch than this marionette strung along by literally everyone around her into "looking" like a villain, only being her "true" self when she's feeding kittens and dwawing her cwush and burping her googoo gaga babyass girlfriend they also tend to make (f!)Byleth over her shoulder

[unkat]

chilaios medical au idea i have been bouncing in my head (will not be written until after my current one is done)

i am thinking of a like firefighter/paramedic story for these guys. where laios is a new shift commander/chief at a small middle of nowhere station and chilchuck is a medic from a big city who keeps getting reassigned because he is trying to recruit for a union and the company is trying to make his job unworkable/find a reason to let him go.

laios was promoted because of his work ethic and ability to teach other people about the ins and outs of emergency medicine, not because he wanted to be in charge. he is too new and disinterested in the company politics to throw him under the bus for other people, and by the time someone explicitly says he needs to fire him, he has gotten attached.

"he's reliable, does good work, and catches things nobody else here would have. i know he cussed out the family trying to get into the rig, but he had already told them no and they should be grateful he saved their daughter instead of filing a complaint! even if i were to discipline, he deserves a verbal warning and not dismissal. You were not there, and i am his direct superior."

(wins the argument and walks away trying not to hyperventilate)

also falin is a surgeon and marcille is a research fellow who abandoned her big-city super-focused projects to come out into the country and work with subpar equipment and an incompetent assistant. im not thinking like full rural hospital here, but closeish to it. could be an academic satellite hospital and she switched from like gene therapy trials to studying exposures/population/histology stuff.

shifting the touden hyperfixation from monsters->medical fascination i think would still get across the same vibes. falin is very nice and pleasant but she treats everyone nicely and pleasantly without actually empathizing with them. shes one of those surgeons who went to shadow a heart transplant in college and cried because it was so beautiful and then got a bunch of scholarships plus student loans for med school.

laios hunts and has a big appreciation for the lives of things he kills and butchering/using everything he can. then it translates to him being fascinated by the human body as an object more than as a being that is different and special from other animals that he is a part of. he is a fantastic emergency responder because of this- people are a pile of flesh that is broken somewhere, and he wants to figure out why. (this is something that I'm like. not sure if it is okay for me to include because it can be squicky/triggering. but i feel like when I'm unsure if I'm going too far that is when i am reaching the line i want to?)

the touden siblings still go hiking and mudding and spend their time off in the woods (marcille wears white shorts and sandels on a hike leaving laios to be very explicit and offering clothes to chilchuck when he offers him to join. chilchuck borrows his shirt and it is way too big, but he keeps it for a while.)

chilchuck is extra divorced. he facetimes with the girls a couple of times a week and gets them on rotating holidays. sometimes ex-mrs. tims invites him over for dinner because she feels sorry for him and her new boyfriend is also there. it's awkward but they both know he's harmless, just annoying and closed off. he smokes but has tried to quit 7-8 times. started when he was an emt and couldn't shake it because it helped him destress. he only knows how to drive well enough to pass his vehicle license renewals and still doesn't know what the buttons in his car do. the ac has been "broken" for a week before a station mechanic pushes the button to turn it back on (they should put a subway around here, stupid cars).

laios respects his experience and history of being at a constantly busy station that saw a variety of crazy shit. chilchuck initially resents him for being so out of touch, but grows to respect his leadership abilities. laios also always follows up on cases at the hospital to figure out the outcome and reflect on best practices.

he is the first person to get chilchuck to actually debrief after a shitty call and chil cries and never wants to talk about it again. but its like a seal in a dam has been breached, and opens up when they are cuddling on the couch. they spend more time off shift with each other. chilchuck crashes on laios' couch and initially feels like he needs excuses to do it until laios says he really likes talking with him and having him there. he tells him about the company's EAP coverage and that he encourages everyone to take advantage of it.

in the end, they hit that threshold of basically living together, and one of them would need to change their station (superior/employee romance) after they go from making out off shift in secret to seriously considering having laios meet his daughters in person. (they already think they're married because laios is always there when they call now)

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦: 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴

Rating: G Pairing: Mountain, Dew and Soot. Words: 1.1k

Featuring the return of Soot from The Day Dissolved.

Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

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Mountain doesn’t usually have trouble befriending the Abbey strays. He’s got a cadre of crows and ravens who bring him trinkets. A raccoon who thinks he’s a pet. Squirrels and chipmunks who are always happy to come up and take nuts right from Mountain’s outstretched fingers. 

So one little cat shouldn’t be a problem, but she is. 

Mountain’s tried everything. Three different kinds of cat food. Tuna. Raw meat. She eats all of it–but won’t come anywhere near it if he’s within earshot. He catches her little black shadow darting around the grounds. In his greenhouse even, keeping to the shadows. Mostly he sees her in the abbey graveyard. 

A fitting place for a black cat. 

She’s tiny. Mountain isn’t sure if she’s still a kitten, or just small. She’s fluffy, black, with big green eyes that stare at him from the underbrush as he walks closer. She never hisses, never swats. But she also shows no interest in him. They’ve had several stand offs in the oldest section of the graveyard. Mountain holding raw chicken between his outstretched fingers and this little cat turning her nose up at it and scurrying away. 

He isn’t sure why it matters. At first he tells himself it’s because he wants to make sure she’s safe and healthy. That he feels a duty to protect the living things in the abbey grounds. And also–he doesn’t love the idea of a stray cat around. Bad for the birds–and he knows how upset Cirrus gets when the cats go after them.

He’s followed her all the way to the crypt today. Trying to stay far enough back that he doesn’t scare her off. She knows he’s there–she’s a cat. But she doesn’t seem to care as long as he doesn’t get too close. He’s got more treats in his pockets. 

She stops at he steps to the crypt that holds all the past papa’s. She turns and looks at him, head tilting. He crouches down, reaches into is pocket and pulls out a chunk of salmon. God, Aether would kill him if he knew he was stealing meat to try to entice a cat. 

“Come on little one, I promise it’s better inside. All the salmon you could ever want, a warm bed. I’ll pet you as much as you want.” 

This is ridiculous he realizes as he talks to her. Bribing her. It isn’t because he just wants to keep her safe, or because he doesn’t want her out here hunting Cirrus’ birds. It’s also because it’s a challenge he can’t seem to win. Every other animal comes to him without any effort. What is wrong with this cat? The more she turns her nose up at him the more he wants to impress her. He wants to gain her favor, and when he thinks about it like that he feels more than a little insane. 

The little cat sniffs the air–takes a couple steps closer to him. Hope swells in his chest. He extends his hand even more, reaching for her. 

“That’s it, little one. Just a little closer.” 

The smell of cigarette smoke hits him. The little cat keeps coming closer and then walks past him, giving him just wide enough berth to avoid rubbing against his leg. Mountain startles, stands, turning as he does.

The little cat is winding between Dew’s legs. Nuzzling against his well worn boots. A warm purr reaching Mountain’s ears. The little cat looks up at Dew like he is everything and Mountain feels something sour in his stomach. 

“You?” 

Dew takes a drag off of his cigarette, he’s trying not to laugh–Mountain can tell. It doesn’t help. 

“I told her not to tell you.” Dew says, like this is all somehow the cats fault. “I knew you’d be like this.” 

“Like what?” 

“Jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous I’m just…you?” 

“Rude,” Dew stubs his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot then bends down to pet the cat. She nuzzles into his hand. When he scoops her up, Mountain feels something akin to shock. Dew? Really? 

The little cat headbuts him, pressing her face right into Dew’s until he’s sputtering on cat hair. Mountain stares, watching her lick at Dew’s nose. Dew scrunches his face up. 

“Ok, Soot, you made your point. Enough.” 

“Soot?” 

“Yeah, because she looks like she rolled around in a fire place.” 

Mountain can’t stop staring. Can’t stop feeling the heat of betrayal in his chest. It’s all so stupid. He shouldn’t care–doesn’t really. Is glad this little cat has someone. But he knows he’s lost. It will never be him. 

“You can probably pet her now.” Dew nods to the little black fluff ball in his arms. 

Mountain gets closer, he offers his fingers too Soot. She untucks herself from Dew’s shoulder and sniffs at his fingers, little pink tongue darting out to lick the salmon juice from them. When he offers her the fish, she chops down on the chunk greedily. Purring happily as Mountain scratches her between the ears. 

“She’s a little brat,” Dew says, but the fondness in his voice makes Mountain’s chest feel warm, not jealousy this time. Dew really loves this little cat–even though he’d probably say otherwise. Maybe it’s ok that Dew has this–Mountain doesn’t need Soot. But Dew definitely does. 

“How’d you get her to come up to you?” 

“I didn’t. She just started hanging out with me when I came to the crypts to…you know…visit. And I knew you were trying to catch her so I just…I felt bad you know? This is your thing.” 

Mountain shrugs. He pulls his hand away and Soot tucks her face back against Dew’s. Cheek to cheek. 

“It’s fine. It’s a good match. You're both picky brats. You can bring her inside you know. Papa doesn’t care.”

Dew laughs. “I know…I’m not sure either of us are ready for that kind of commitment yet.” 

“Typical.” Mountain says, stepping around Dew and heading back toward the greenhouse, intent on leaving Dew, and Soot, to their crypt visit. “Just…don’t do it again ok?” 

“What befriend an animal?” Dew rolls his eyes. “Not like I can control which animals like me better!” 

Mountain shakes his head. “Just…stay away from my ravens.”

“Oh, is now a bad time to tell you that one of them brought me money the other day? Do they do that to you?” 

Mountain groans, not dignifying that with a real response. His whole walk back to the greenhouse is filled with the sound of Dew’s distant laughter.

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 11: Upgrade

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,993

C’mon, Danny can’t you see we got a plan,  now be a man.  You start with Star,  and then progress,  then we assess  and soon success!

The Squip ended up dragging Danny all the way outside the school. It had mostly stopped glitching out but its outline still buzzed a little like it was agitated. Its hair, which was usually slightly neater than Danny’s, was sticking out in different directions like Danny’s does after he gets out of bed. Even its sunglasses were slightly askew.

“What was that about?” Danny asked.

I’m sorry, but that girl does not see you as relationship material. Squip-Phantom adjusted its sunglasses and ran a hand through its hair, which smoothed down into its usual neat look. 

“I know! That’s why I got you!” Danny felt exasperated. One failure and the Squip was acting like Technus after Tucker hacked into the ghost’s software? Maybe it wasn’t as good as Danny thought it was.

And you’re sure you want her? She already broke up with you once and she actively hunts you! There are plenty of other students at this school. Squip-Phantom’s face matched Danny’s expression of frustration like a mirror. Then it relaxed and turned its head as if looking at something that wasn’t there. I’m accessing footage of the boy’s basketball team right now. It’s very impressive. 

“I want to date Valerie.” Danny had heard this argument a thousand times from Sam and Tucker already and he knew it was weird that he was still hung up on her, but he wouldn’t give up his crush. He couldn’t!

You’re sure about that? Squip-Phantom seemed resigned to Danny’s stubbornness. It could read his mind after all, so it knew how sure Danny felt about this.

Danny nodded. 

Very well. 

“So how can I get her to date me?”

You can’t. 

“What?” Danny clenched his fists. What was the point of getting a Squip if it couldn’t help him get what he wanted? 

…Yet. Becoming the kind of man who can impress Valerie requires more than working out a few bugs. Squip-Phantom raised its sunglasses and Danny saw its eyes start glowing brighter in excitement as it explained its plan. You’re going to need to reboot your reputation. Supercharge your social standing. You need to upgrade!

“Huh?”

You need to get popular. Squip-Phantom winked and lowered its sunglasses again. Tear ducts: activate. 

Danny felt his eyes welling up with tears. Before he realized what was happening, he started sobbing uncontrollably. What had the Squip done to him?

Through vision blurred by tears, Danny saw Star walk up to him with a sad smile.

“Danny! I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Danny gasped out between hitched breaths. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“I do.” Star patted his back soothingly. Danny wiped his eyes and looked up at Star.

“You do?” 

“And I totally understand. They’re saying it was a freak ice skating accident.”

“What are you talking about?” Danny looked questioningly at Squip-Phantom, who just motioned for him to keep paying attention to Star. What was going on?

“Oh my god, you don’t know!” Star’s eyes widened. “Chip Skylark’s dead!”

“Chip Skylark is dead?” Danny’s mouth hung open in shock. 

“I mean, I was never into him because most of his songs were about teeth which kind of freaked me out but-” Star gestured to Danny’s shirt, which he just remembered was emblazoned with the singer’s face, “I know you liked him so…”

Star continued trying to comfort him but Danny could not focus on her right now. He turned to Squip-Phantom, who was hovering nearby.

“Did you know this was going to happen?”

Of course not. 

“So it’s a coincidence you told me to wear this shirt?” Danny arched an eyebrow.

Of course not. Squip-Phantom cracked a smile. 

“Wait, what?” Danny grabbed Squip-Phantom’s arm in alarm. “Did you kill Chip Skylark?”

No, Squip-Phantom shrugged, not exactly. My quantum processor allows me to envision probable futures-

“Like Clockwork,” Danny remembered the Squip had tried to explain this before, but he was still reeling. 

A little bit. So while I did not know that, today, Chip Skylark would be run over by a Zamboni, I was aware of the probability of a… favorable outcome. 

“Favorable for WHO?” Danny cringed at the thought of the Squip using someone’s death as some part of a master plan. It felt too much like something Vlad would do. But before he could reconsider his life choices, a warm arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Danny,” Star spoke gently into his ear. “You don’t have to be alone right now.”

Danny started to pull away but Squip-Phantom stopped him. 

You need to get popular and here's a popular girl who likes you. You need to go where she leads.

Hesitantly, Danny obeyed. This close to Star, he could smell the nice vanilla-scented perfume she used. Her blonde hair was really shiny in the afternoon sunlight. As they walked together to the bleachers by the football field and sat down, Danny thought maybe letting Star lead him for a little bit wouldn’t be so bad.

“This is my favorite place behind the school.” Star grinned at Danny and he smiled back. “Isn’t the sun on the bleachers muy bonito?”

Danny nodded. The weather was pretty nice, but he still felt a chill. He wished he had brought his favorite NASA hoodie.

“Being here with you right now makes me feel like our future is so clear, you know?” Star gently placed her hand on Danny’s as he looked into her turquoise eyes. 

Danny felt like his tongue was caught in his throat, so he just nodded again. 

“I’ll tenderly guide you.” Star leaned forward and Danny’s brain started shutting down.

Danny turned to his other side where Squip-Phantom was relaxing while slightly hovering above the bleachers. When it caught Danny looking, it shifted down to sit close to his side and grabbed his other hand. 

I’ll tenderly guide you, Squip-Phantom echoed.

Danny stared into his reflection in Squip-Phantom’s dark sunglasses. He shifted in his seat and tilted his head back.

Just take me inside you… Squip-Phantom leaned in closer to Danny, forever.

Danny turned away so he wasn’t facing Star or Squip-Phantom. With them leaning close on both his sides, he felt a little overwhelmed. He turned back to Squip-Phantom when its hand grasped his shoulder.

Your half-life was so pitiful before, Squip-Phantom grinned as it swept its other hand out in a grand gesture, now it’s time to go all the way and more! You gotta get an upgrade!

“Upgrade?” Danny still wasn’t completely sure what the Squip meant, but it did sound like a good thing. But he still felt kind of bad for lying to Star. Would an upgrade really be worth it?

Upgrade, Squip-Phantom nodded, don’t worry about feeling guilty- just take a breath and seal the deal.

Squip-Phantom offered a hand and Danny shook it. 

“Guess I gotta get an upgrade.”

___

After putting her books in her locker, Valerie sighed when she saw Dash walking down the hallway toward her. 

“Hey,” Dash leaned against the locker next to hers. 

Valerie ignored him and pretended to be busy shoving things into her backpack.

“You’re not gonna say hi?” Dash took a step closer and put a hand on her locker door. 

“I was,” Valerie slammed the locker door shut, which almost caused Dash to fall over, “at ghost hunting club.” 

Dash stood up straight and gave Valerie an apologetic look, but she had already turned and started walking away. 

“I wanted to be there.” Dash took a few hurried steps to catch up to Valerie. She shot him a glare but stopped to let him continue. “But it was the same time as the play rehearsal…”

Valerie didn’t have anything to say to Dash. She didn’t know why she bothered letting him explain himself.

“Which is why I had to quit. I don’t want to do every extracurricular at school, I just want to do yours.”

“Oh.”

“And I’ve been tryna be a better man, for real,” Dash ran a hand through his short blond hair, “I’m sick of playing this role I’m s’posed to play.”

Valerie hasn’t expected that from Dash. He was just some dumb popular jock who got whatever he wanted. Even when they were both in the A-Listers, she hadn’t seen this side of him before.

“Valerie, don’t you ever feel that way?” Dash’s blue eyes looked into hers and Valerie felt her cheeks heating up. Maybe she should give Dash another chance.

“I-”

“Do you wanna come over to my place tonight?” Dash interrupted in an awkward rush. He rubbed the back of his neck. “We could get all sporty and toss a ball around, or get a movie and just kick it for a while.”

Dash gently put a hand on Valerie’s shoulder and smiled. Valerie found herself smiling back.

“My parents won’t be home so it’s alright,” Dash said. “They laundered money so now they’re on the run-”

“That’s illegal!” Valerie exclaimed, shaking off Dash’s hand in her shock. Dash brushed it off and continued.

“Yeah, but now the house is empty, so we can have fun!”

Valerie burst out laughing. Dash’s priorities made no sense, but she couldn’t help finding him endearing.

“You aren’t like other girls, Valerie. I don’t know if you know it, but I’m sure that for me you are an upgrade.” Dash boldly grabbed Valerie’s hands in his, and to Valerie’s surprise, she let him.

“Upgrade?” Valerie tilted her head slightly.

“Upgrade,” Dash nodded, “let’s be each other’s upgrade.” 

“Oh, wow.” Valerie felt a little flustered with Dash’s hands holding both of hers. “Well, I am flattered, but I’m not sure-”

“You gotta take the upgrade!” Dash flashed a handsome grin.

Valerie squeezed his hands and nodded.

___

Danny turned back to look at Star, who seemed totally unaware that Danny had been distracted by the Squip and hadn’t been paying attention. He wasn’t even sure how long she had been talking at him.

“When I’m with Paulina, people always look at her first,” Star said, not meeting Danny’s eyes. “But at the mall? You looked at me.”

Danny smiled slightly and nodded. Star looked up at him and leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“And like, Paulina’s my best friend, but sometimes I’m tired of always being her satellite. I just want someone to see me first.”

Danny awkwardly patted Star’s back to try to comfort her. At the edge of his vision, he saw the Squip giving him a thumbs up.

The bell rang and Star and Danny started walking back to the school. After promising to sync up later, Star waved goodbye and walked down the hall to her next class. Danny leaned against his locker and sighed. 

That went well.

Danny jolted several feet in the air when the Squip materialized in front of him. Danny was glad the hallway was empty as he gently floated back to the ground.

“Don’t do that!” Danny suddenly understood how Sam and Tucker felt when he appeared out of nowhere right in front of them. The Squip just gave him a cocky grin.

Danny looked down the hallway where Star had left a few moments ago. 

“I still don’t feel good about manipulating Star like this…” Danny rubbed his shoulder where she had rested her head while basically pouring her heart out to him earlier. “It just feels wrong.”

C’mon Danny, can’t you see? Squip-Phantom moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. We’ve got a plan- you start with Star and then progress. 

Danny gave Squip-Phantom a wary look, but the Squip just squeezed his shoulder.

Just be a man, you can do this! You’ll have success with Valerie in no time!

“Valerie…” Danny whispered. Right, he was doing this so he could date Valerie. That would make everything worth it, right?

[theanxiousghostartist]

TMAGP 28 Spoilers

Reaction and Theories

Literally screaming with this one/pos

The Minister's Visit:

Trevor is the Minister? It's very interesting given his character in TMA was a vampire-killer, homeless outlaw, and a great father figure for Julia. I wonder if this means his first experience with a vampire went differently than in TMA. Maybe his brother survived, or maybe someone came to help?

His diversity comment with Sam??? It is reminiscent of TMA!Trevor but still, it was very unexpected for me.

He seems to be in a similar situation to Lena, having to keep his bosses happy. He mentions that the ONS has been "sniffing around" and that Gorman-Smith is on top of him. From what I can see, the ONS is the Office for National Statistics, but it could mean something else in TMAGP. Otherwise, the language Trevor uses reminds me of the Hunt a lot - "sniffing around," "someone's head to roll," "come back to bite me," ect. I know that these are common phrases, but Trevor seems to be similar to his TMA counterpart, so I've been vigilant, trying to pick up on any settle details about his relationship with the Fears.

Lena and the Minister:

So, Lena's running the OIAR without much oversight, interesting...

A reliable source? Who Trevor??

Ahh, Ink5oul is still committing crimes. Good for them. It makes sense too, with them Becoming, they need to feed.

Daniel "Danny" Turner is the Commissioner, so I assume he's been involved in the investigation of Ink5oul to some extent.

Trevor wants someone punished for Ink5oul, someone in the OIAR. What will Lena do? Maybe she'll fire Colin, since he knows too much already and tried to destroy the computers.

It seems like Trevor is giving Lena permission to kill or fire whoever is a liability.

In this interaction between Lena, Trevor, and Gwen, it seemed to me that Lena was trying to protect Gwen from Trevor. Like she made sure that Gwen didn't reveal herself as contracting externals and made tried to keep Gwen away from the conversation entirely, perhaps so she wouldn't know too much about the way the OIAR is run by the higher-ups. While Lena was firm, she seemed scared as well, showing more anger than usual. Her character is similar to Daisy in TMA, so I'm using her as a basis, as they both seem to get angrier and more defensive when they are scared. Especially since my theory is that Lena is Hunt and Web aligned, it would make sense that they would show these emotions similarly.

Alice, Celia, and Sam:

So Trevor knows nothing. I wonder if it is because information is given on a "need-to-know basis" according to Lena. She and the higher ups would have to know, as she runs the place and the higher ups have power over her, but Trevor seems more like a middleman than anything. "Pan?" Is Celia pan??!! Yippee!!!

OoooOOO, Alice is having drinks with Teddy, I hope we get to hear about it next episode. Also, he's having insomnia. I wonder if it is because he's away from the OIAR?

I appreciate Sam respect Celia's boundaries but also acknowledging that her "mysterious origins" (TMA-verse), are going to have to be revealed in order to get closer to Sam.

Alice wins the bet ^_^

Gwen and the Minister:

Wilson is Trevor's driver; I wonder if they'll be important...

Gwen nooo!!! Please don't get Lena killed ))):

Jeremy Bouchard?????

Nooo Gwen don't please ))):

She has a flashdrive full of 20 years of "incompetence" of Lena as the head of the OIAR. Ok, so she is older, that's good to know for my design lol.

A concerned 3rd party sent this information to Gwen... It's from the email isn't it? I'm pretty sure it's Jonah. Since Jonah took over Elias, he had to have access to his memories. If they were related, it makes sense that Jonah would know about Gwen, and if they are the same person, we know Jonah is a master manipulator and has manipulated Elias before. Maybe he's trying to claw to the top via Gwen in order to free himself?

How does Trevor know Jeremy? Maybe he is the reason Gwen got the job? Ah, so Gwen is a spy now.

The Archivist and Sam:

So Sam is locked out of the OIAR?

Archivist!!!! They found the OIAR!!! Oh, I wonder if they are going to serve a Jane-Prentiss-esc role for the OIAR crew.

Sam is able to resist, for a little bit, at least? That may be because of his connection with the Eye.

Sam's Statement: So, we finally get more information on the Gifted Children Program! Gilbert wore a fake smile. All I can think of is the Stranger's Dolls and Distortion, maybe he was marked by the Stranger or Spiral? Two stern-looking older women... I wonder if one of those women was Gertrude.

"Was I happy at home?" "What do I do when I feel angry or upset?" "When is it okay to lie?" The Institute was most definitely looking for someone to mark or who was already marked...

Oh, so Sam was marked at the Institute, while they were trying to do a ritual. Very interesting.

Dr. F. Welling's skeleton ripped out of his skin after a yellow light went into him? I wonder if he was doing a body transfer and that word he messed up when Sam interrupted him caused it to go haywire. It definitely feels like the Flesh, especially since Sam mentioned near the end that he was unnerved by the sight of seeing a bit of the form of the skull "smiling" underneath the skin when he looked at his parents Maybe the Stranger was mixed in a bit as well? IDK, it reminds me of the coral case.

The development of Sam through his statement is great. I loved being able to see his fear of being a disappointment shine through, even as a child, and this statement definitely helps show us why he makes some choices today (like seeking out the Institute, valuing the Institute more than Alice at times, ect)

So, the Archivist (not necessarily OUR archivist, Jonathan Sims), left Sam on the floor, and leaves the tape recorder with Sam. Maybe this is how they establish a connection with their victim and slowly feed off of them, even after death, like the drowning victim Alice saw? The transcript also says that "The archivist steps forward to takes one last breath of Sam's memory..." so I wonder if they are not only feeding off of the fear but damaging the memory as well. Or maybe they take the memory and force it into the tape recorder, hence why when it turns on, even after death, the person starts speaking again, sort of like Gertrude's skin in the Unknowing - it holds a bit of the essence of the person.

Great episode! I was screaming the entire time/pos

[inkstainedheartbeats]

When Steve was little, when Papa Otis was alive and Uncle Theodore was around, he knew he was loved. His mother would run fingers through his hair, sing softly as they danced in the kitchen. Papa Otis would let him help in the kitchen, Uncle Theodore would play the piano. His father loved him too, he thinks, though it was usually shown through cleaning guns and shooting cans in the back yard.

He knew his family was different from the others. That the revolving door of cousins who often stank of gunpowder wasn’t what everyone else knew. Carol certainly didn’t, though father didn’t like him hanging out with her too much. Tommy and the other Hagan boys were acceptable friends. Papa Otis put his foot down about the Carver’s though. Said there was more crazy in that family than a five pound bag filled with ten pounds of crickets. Neither he nor Tommy really got that but mom nodded her head so it was Law.

When Steve was six something happened to Uncle Theodore. He doesn’t remember much. Not like he remembers the piano lessons. Papa Otis and father argued and screamed. The cousins who stank of gunpowder were split, more than half on father’s side. He vaguely remembers Uncle Theodore coming into his room one night. Pressed a kiss to his forehead and said he’d miss Steve. And then he was gone. Later he would learn that Uncle Theodore had fallen in love with a demon. Had made a pact with him so they could be together longer than any mortal would otherwise stay. He would learn that his father was willing to kill his younger brother.

He’s nine when Papa Otis dies. And on the one year anniversary of his death his father takes him on a hunt. Something small, his father had said. Someone you won’t know. His mother and father had dealt with the parents, the ones who broke the Law. Silver bullets can end most Preternatural folk. But the kid, older than him but still so scared, was left for him. Steve remembers the weight of the gun, the stench. He remembers throwing down his gun and how it misfired almost hitting his father. The kid had fled, ran like a hellhound was behind him. And his father beat the shit out of him for it.

At the time he thought that would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. And then monsters came out of walls and ceilings. Dogs had flower mouths and a desire to eat the children he claimed in that moment as his. His father would hate that most of them had at least an eighth of Preter blood in them. Then a monster of melted people and Russians with mean right hooks had tried to kill him.

Gained Robin in that last one, though. He thinks that’s a win. Gained a Pack who loved him. Big brothers, two, a big sister, two little siblings not counting Robin. He is her and she is him. Connected in a way that Changed ones never are with the Biter.

“He’ll kill me,” he had told Robin remembering the arguments. There is no Papa Otis to defend him. To offer to send him away. Just his mother with gun calloused fingers and dead eyes.

“Good thing he never comes back, then,” Robin had said, a promise of protection in her voice.

And then Chrissy Cunningham dies. Nightmares and bloody noses and a cursed pup. Flying monsters with tails that choke and teeth that bite.

“You… you gotta… gotta promise me. Keep… keep ‘em safe?”

Because Steve knew Eddie would protect the pups like he would. That Eddie understood. Like knows like in that regard. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was a Birthed vampire with eyes that saw more than Steve had cared for before. If Eddie promises maybe he could sink down into the comforting dark. He’d see his Papa Otis again.

Pain. Gods so much pain and there’s blood in his mouth. He can’t scream. He wants to scream. Fire. There’s fire in his blood.

“Steve!”

Robin! That’s Robin. Robin’s hand in his. Her snarl in his ears. And then peace.

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Tagging @lawrencebshoggoth

Part three of this find part four here