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gojo boxing day is now also an international holiday
gojo unboxing day is now an international holiday
#we do not win these#its gojover#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk leaks#jjk manga spoilers#and. in honor of the anime tomorrow.#jjk season 2#jjk s2
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Mister Perfect and his imperfect creation.
#to honor the last episode of influencer arc coming out tomorrow I made my first Greenscreen illustration#alan becker#animation vs animator#animation vs minecraft#ava#avm#ava green#ava glitch green#ava greenscreen#art#artists on tumblr#art on tumblr#stick figure#stickman#illustration#i"m really proud of these actually#I might clap for myself
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Abigail (2024) | Melissa Barrera as Joey
â I'm sorry about what's gonna happen to you.
#she slayed. SLAYED your honor <3#abigail 2024#abigail#abigail movie#melissa barrera#joey#myedits#animated gifs#gif set#horror movies#movie gifs#currently watching#favorite movies#movie releases#dailyfilmsource#dailyflicks#final girl#wip: in hope of tomorrow#character inspiration
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fuck around, find out
i've been procrastinating SO hard lately it's unreal. so i saw these two with their homoerotic tension and i just had to draw you know (also in my gouache brush phase because the texture is Pleasing to someone who usually doesn't draw with any texture at all. we're probably going back to flattish colors soon though because sketching with paint is very time and morale consuming)
closeups below keep reading
#artwork#digital art#doodle#art#rkgkillust#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr fanart#illustration#black swan#hsr black swan#acheron#hsr acheron#penacony#that animated short??? your HONOR#homoerotic tension#black swan Fucked Around and Found Out#found out a little too much actually#maybe i should doodle sillyge comic about them#or maybe i should deliver on that seamoon i promised ages ago.#i've been burning up on fanart recently idk why#i used to drop my monthly post and run but i've already made four posts???#probably means i'm burned out on all the original content#maybe the stylo pen coming in the mail tomorrow will fix that#acheswan#acheron x black swan#black swan x acheron#i realized i forgot the ship tags fufjfhf
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March 23rd:
Fear not, for my brief (and not-so-brief) hyper-fixations on other characters will never stand to waver my undying love for this undying mess.
Also, Cartoon-y Bonesy with a cowboy hat tugs at my heart strings sooooo much
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And a special thank you @deep-love-fan-blog for posting about Draw Your Swords by Angus and Julia Stone being an Old Bones song because it IS and I have not stopped listening to it or drawing to it : ]
#your honor i love him#my art#team old bones#old bones fanart#bonesy fanart#bonesy#old bones#deep love fanart#deep love rock opera#deeploverockopera#deep love opera#deep love art#i am so normal about this#gonna wear my deep love shirt to the animation expo tomorrow so everyone knows what specific kind of freak i am btw
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Growing up, we had these beautiful Abert's Squirrels around. They have these big bushy tails and long tufted ears. Gray fur and white bellies.
My grandparents who raised me loved to watch them out on the porch, they put special birdseed out just for them and would watch them every morning.
My Papa especially loved them. He set up his recliner by the big full windows in the living room so he could watch them and the birds all day while he read the paper and his book. He built he house himself 40 years ago and made sure the entire wall of the living room facing the porch was all windows. It was his and my favorite room in the whole house.
One day, while driving, an Abert's Squirrel darted across the road, too fast for Papa to stop hisnold truck, and he hit it. He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.
He was devestated. He was a military man all his life. Fought in Vietnam. Before that he was raised in a town so rural that the school was only one room. He was taught men don't show emotions, especially over "trivial" things. Him hitting that squirrel to this day is the closest I've seen to him crying.
My Grandmother is a tiny, gentle, deeply compassionate woman who would set out slices of pear for the wasps to eat. She cried openly. She collected the squirrel with a towel and wrapped it gently, and told Papa she would find a good place to bury it. Maybe in the garden.
But since Papa had tried to stop the truck, the squirrel wound up barely being touched by the impact. It was in almost perfect condition. Still soft and beautiful.
Papa has a few hunting trophies. A pheasant he was particularly proud of is his favorite. Grandma took the squirrel to hid taxidermist in secret and had it made into a piece.
Its a beautiful piece of taxidermy. She had them pose the squirrel on a branch as if it was climbing one of the pines and had stopped to look curiously at you, its head cocked and its fluffy tail up. Its black button eyes are big and dark and look truly alive again.
She gave it to him that Christmas. It's been displayed in our living room ever since, where Papa can see it while he reads, and the squirrel can look out the window with him.
#it didn't make up for the animal's detah#but it was my grandparents- my parents#my parents legally speaking-#way of honoring it. and I always thought it was very tender and beautiful.#Papa is autistic the same way I am. I see myself in him all the time#each day he becomes more tender. age has made him kind in a way he couldn't be for most of my childhood.#he turned 90 very recently. he was born in the 1930s smack dab in the middle of the dust bowl#he had relatives that trainhopped to california but he stayed in Oklahoma#i've been thinking about him so much lately#his memory is starting to deteriorate#I live so far from him now but I want to talk to him every day#his voice lights up when I call and he always tells me âLooking forward to hearing from you tomorrow!â#he has a big deep booming voice that rarely sounds below a shout. people often think hes angry when he isnt. he has trouble regulating tone.#but Im very good at reading it now. the love in it.#Im sorry for posting such a long reply to a poll and going on and on in the tags. i just love my Papa so much. I call him Daddy now because#he really is my father he raised me since i was a baby. and it made him so happy when i asked if i could. and my grandma when i asked#if i could call her Mama. She cried again.#if anyone reads this I'd like to know. I dont usually talk here. this all just spilled out of me.
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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 2
<-former chapter ~ AO3 link ~ next chapter-> I will block any ageless blogs. Call of duty. Explicit, 18+, minors do not interact. read the tags. wc: 6181.
Farmer!John Price x Hybrid!Reader, hybrid! Kyle Gaz Garrick x hybrid! Johnny Soap MacTavish x hybrid! Simon Ghost, John Price x Nikolai.
tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy
Author's note: reminder that reader is kinda a bitch at some points, thinking mean, unjustified things about our 141 once in a while. Unreliable narrators, my sinner. Apologies for any grammatical errors , the bad russian and such. So uh, this got waaay longer than intended so here you go. It will be a couple of days before the next chapter, so enjoy this snack for u all, my sinners.
chapter 2: Delivery from the Hybrid's Den!
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âI have a friend coming over for a while,â John softly said next morning, hand resting on your head, fingers stroking your long ears now and again,, âto help us with getting the boys settled.â
You were on the floor, half way beneath the kitchen table, snuggled up against Priceâs leg, feeling much more needy, knowing the âboysâ as your owner called them, would be delivered later today or tomorrow. They needed to be chipped and Price had asked for a full health check from his vet, as well as vaccinations and dental care. John was a caring owner; the mere fact that he did this from the get go was proof of that. He had done the same when getting you, made sure that any recent wounds or scarring were taken care of - getting your teeth fixed and your nails checked.
You didnât have much of your fangs left when he got you; your earlier owners had taken those, the memories still haunting you once in a while. They had done it without anesthesia, not even by professionals. Same with your claws, that wasnât beneath your nails anymore, thanks to former owners as well. Price had gotten the wounds cleaned and fixed up; they had almost grown closed by now. For most of the time that you lived with John, he had made sure your nails were always done nicely, however you wanted them.
John was a good master. You loved him, more than you knew you should, desperate for his attention, acknowledgment and praise. You didnât want to share him, not with these hounds he had decided to getâŚ
⌠not with this apparent friend.
You didnât answer with anything but a displeased sound, tightening your grip on Priceâs pants; when he offered you another piece of sausage you were quick to eat it, licking at his fingers while he chuckled. For a moment your tail wagged, eating the food and pressing against his hand.
He couldnât be serious - abruptly changing so many things? and you were just supposed to accept it? Finally, you replied.
âDo I know your friend?â You didnât bother to seem excited in any way, your skepticism seeping into your voice like poison. Price took another sip of his tea, not commenting on it.
âYouâve met him before but itâs been years. First year I had you, I reckon. Remember Nikolai?âÂ
Nikolai. Nikolai. Different faces flashed for your eyes, trying to pinpoint who you had met that bore that name.Â
âNo,â you finally admitted.
âCanât blame you, lass. You were a little mess when you met him.â
You let out a huff at his words, embarrassment making your toes curl. It was true, your mind was muddled when it came to the first half year or so together with Price. You had been wary of every single person, desperately acting out and having to wear a muzzle, slowly getting used to the gentleness and rules of John. How he was fair and didnât change his rules, didnât punish you without reason.
You heard the front door open, ears peeking up a little, a small bark leaving you on instinct.
ââMorning,â Laswell called out, making you settle again with a huff. While Laswell was strict and sometimes a meanie, she wasnât a threat. Only to you and Johnâs private time.
âGood morning,â John called out, âIâve made coffee.â
âUgh if I wasnât a lesbian I would marry you,â Kate groaned happily, by now so comfortable with John that she simply moved to take a cup in the cupboard, helping herself to the coffee and some food. They had known each other when younger, that was all you knew. Their stories always changed when you asked.
âMorning puppy,â she greeted, leaning over to give you a small pat that you leaned into, tail wagging once more, âare you going to misbehave again today?â
âHopefully not,â John hummed, picking up his tea cup once more, âNikolai is arriving in a couple of hours.â
âAh, your old crush,â Laswell mused happily as she sat down across the table, once again making you wonder how long they had known each other, âgoing to pull yourself together this time?â
Wait. Crush⌠crush? Your head whipped up to look at your owner and oh fucking hell, John fucking Price was blushing. You huffed, clearly not pleased at all with this new knowledge.
Wonderful, wasnât that just fucking wonderful? Now he was going to abandon you fully, to run around being a lovesick puppy and playing with the new hybrids.
âDonât tease me,â John answered, clearly embarrassed, a rare sight indeed, âthatâs none of your business.â
Kate just laughed. You let out a grumble, trying to snuggle even closer to Price, practically clinging to his leg by now. Price returned his hand to your head, petting you once more, looking down at you. You returned his gaze, doing your best puppy eyes, letting out a little whine. He smiled at you, his other hand scratching you beneath your chin.
âItâs been years,â he mused and you were pretty sure that he wasnât even talking to you, âhe had to return to Russia. His mother passed away.â
Russia? A memory appeared in your mind. A small party. Champagne, treats. Praise from Priceâs friends and colleagues, attention and love that you had basked in. Other hybrids that sent you longing and lustful looks. A tall, broad man with a loud laugh and a strong accent. Wearing a gold chain. Long hair, rough hands when he scratched you. He would almost make your owner shy with his teasing but he would shower you in love.
âDid I meet him at a party once?â You asked, âbig guy, strong accent ? Wearing a gold chain?â
John laughed, âyes, that would indeed be Nikolai.â
Huh. It was not much you could remember about him. You remembered liking him, but despite that, you werenât really interested in him getting here.
âHe is going to help with Soap, Ghost and Gaz,â John then said, almost as if to convince himself that was why he was here. You rolled your eyes at their names. Not that you had any say, you were usually just called different pet names, but you no longer bore the name your mother had once given you. It wasnât unusual for pets to get their names changed with every new owner. Your legal hybrid name, with John, was Daisy, even though the man rarely ever called you that. He called you so many other names, Princess, Darling, Sweetheart, Birdie and so on. But apparently he had decided not to change these working dogsâ names.
âSure,â Kate answered with amusement in her voice, taking another sip of the coffee before adding, âwhatever you say.â
Price didnât answer with anything but an annoyed grumble.
âThose are stupid names,â you muttered. A sharp tug on your ear made you yelp, one of your hands grabbing onto his wrist to get him to let go of your furry ear.Â
âBe nice, Princess. Youâre going to behave, am I understood?â You didnât meet his eyes, a little whine merely escaped from you.
âShe just needs to be shown her place,â Laswell carefully said, John not letting go of your ear, much to your dismay, but he didnât tug on it - just kept it there as a warning, âmaybe theyâre better at that.â
âHopefully theyâll be better at it than me,â he muttered and you whined - the grip didnât loosen and he didnât look down at you.
âNikolai is going to help with that too?âÂ
âHe had ideas, at least.â
Fucking wonderful.
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Nikolai was the first of the four men that you already hated, to arrive.Â
You stayed inside the house, watching John appear from one of the stables, almost lighting up at the sight of the man who exited the car.
He still looked like the old memory you had of him; big, long black hair and a grin on his face. He was taller than John but not by much, Almost seeming completely opposite to your owner. While John wore working clothes, a grey T-shirt beneath his blue flannel, dirt on his pants, Nikolai was wearing a pair of blue jeans, white T-shirt and leather jacket.
Even inside the house, you could hear the booming man that was Nikolai - he greeted your owner with a loud âJohn!â, before hugging him, even spinning him around. You couldnât help but stare; John was far from small but the other man had swung him around like he had been a teenage girl.Â
John was blushing like one too. The sight made you curious - just like you wondered how he and Kate met, you wondered how this Nikolai met your owner.
You couldnât help but wag your tail at how happy they looked. Despite how you hated the idea of the man staying here, even just for a little while, you liked seeing John happy like this.
Then two pairs of eyes suddenly looked directly into the window, both staring at you. It made your ears tip back a little. Your tail kept wagging, eating up the attention.Â
When they moved, you moved too - rushing towards the entrance, stopping in the doorframe to the living room.Â
âMy my, if it isnât the famous puppy,â Nikolai mused, his Russian accent strong, eyes almost twinkling as he looked you up and down, âup to trouble, da?â
You huffed, crossing your arms, though you felt your tail betray you by wagging a little, âIâm never up to trouble.â
Both of the men laughed, making you growl a little.Â
âUnruly - just like last time I met you!â Nikolai mused, looking over at John by his side, âyou gave up on training?â
John shook his head, âdonât even get me started, mate.â
âYou told enough over phone,â Nikolai answered, waving his hand at John while pushing his shoes off with his feet.
Ah. So he had talked about you with Nikolai already? The fact made you scrunch your nose a little. Maybe Nikolai was just as stupid as John when it came to realizing why you were upset.
Nikolai stepped into your personal sphere with no warning, almost backing you up against the door frame, making you panic and growl a little. Tail no longer wagging - you could see John tense up in the corner of your eye, but you were too distracted by the stranger.
âNikââ
A part of you expected him to hit you - you had met plenty of strangers with your former owners, who didnât even let you sniff their hand or anything. Some hurting you and â
He offered his hand. It didnât hit you, but raised to your nose instead. You squinted at him, before taking a couple of sniffs, still not quite sure what to make of him.
âDonât like you,â you growled in warning, showing your teeth a little, not even attempting to be polite.Â
âYou donât like farm life yet, puppy?â He asked, tipping his head to the side, voice demeaning, stupid smile still on his face. You wanted to slap it off his face. âStupid little puppy.â
Instead you chomped down on his hand, Price instantly scolding out your name, moving to drag you away. But Nikolai didnât even flinch - didn't move besides laughing again.Â
It made both you and John confused.
âIf you want to hurt me, you would have to bite harder, Princess,â Nikolai crooned, ânow let go.â
You wanted to piss in his shoes and rip his socks to pieces. Maybe scratch up that leather jacket of his. Yet you found yourself letting go of him, your teeth barely even having made a dent in his skin.
âGet your ass into your room,â John hissed, a redness in his skin that you werenât sure came from embarrassment or anger from your action.
âNo harm done, John,â Nikolai laughed; he scratched you behind your right ear, just a tad to the left and it was like your brain melted for a couple of seconds, your body reacted on its own, tail wagging and right leg moving as well, âshe just attempt to be dangerous no?â
John let out a small sound that you werenât sure what to make of before he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you away from Nikolai, âand thatâs the kind of behaviour I donât want.â
âHe was being mean,â you whined in self defense, unable to not follow the hand dragging you into the living room, âhe almost dared me to!â
Perhaps an overstatement, but you already knew what was going to happen the moment that Price pushed you over the armrest of the couch, âI bit him to defend myself!â
âYou will not, and I repeat myself, not bite my guests,â he pulled up your skirt and down your panties with such a quick movement that you didnât get to point out that you didnât care, one hand grabbing your tail; his other hand collided with your ass cheeks, once, twice and then a third time, before he snapped out, âgot it?â
A defiant bark left you, because while you knew it was bad behavior, you also wanted to prove that you werenât afraid of this Nikolai. You twisted a little, knowing your ass and pussy was basically on display for both men.Â
The grip on your tail tightened making you cringe with pain, jaw tensing.
âApologise.â
You shook your head in defiance, ears hitting your face. Price leant over you a little, hissing out, âI would advise you to apologize, princess. Now.â
A part of you knew he was upset because he liked Nikolai. If he actually had feelings for him, as Kate had pointed out and several things pointed towards, you knew he wouldnât like being embarrassed too much. Your ass still stung a little.
You were the actual victim here, werenât you? It wasnât your fault he decided to change everything you loved and then accept that he had his lost love over, who immediately tried to push your buttons.
ââm sorry,â you mumbled after two seconds.
âLouder.â John demanded, straightening up, so that you were no longer hidden.
"I'm sorry."
There was silence for a moment - then the sound of a lighter and as you dared to glance over at the bigger man, who was leaning against the door frame, you saw him staring right back at you, a lit cigarette now between his lips.
âIs okay, Lapochka.â He said, stupid smile still on his face.
With that John finally let go off your tail, pulling up your underwear and your skirt down, ignoring your whine. He didnât even touch your pussy! Didnât even give you some love!
You pouted as you looked over at them, sliding down from the armrest of the couch, hands going beneath your skirt to rest against your warm skin on your cheeks.
âSorry Nik,â John once again apologized - as if it was him who John had just spanked! The audacity! You let out a little displeased bark.
âShe usually doesnât bite people,â he continued as he ushered Nikolai as if you werenât right there, needing love and attention.
âIs okay,â Nikolai answered with a shrug, casting one last glance over at you, smirking for just a second, âsome of it was my fault - wanted to see what she would do.â
Asshole.
âRoom, princess - now.â
âBut he literally juââ
âI said now.â
âYouâre being so fucking meaââ
âCrate then.â
âIâm going, Iâm going.â You might have slammed the door to your room, growling as you plopped down on your big fuzzy dog bed.Â
It was about 30 minutes later than you dared to wander from the room to the kitchen again, standing in the doorway, watching the two men talk. Eyes moved to watch you again, as you whined and got on your knees. crawling to the two men, shamefully settling between Priceâs legs on your knees - tail carefully wagging, sending your owner a pitiful glance.
ââm sorry,â you whimpered, knowing John was easy to sweeten up, ââm sorry, sir.â
A hand moved down to scratch you, though it wasnât Johnâs-Â you carefully licked his hand, a pleased rumble leaving the guest.
âSmart one,â he muttered, giving your cheek a little pinch, âknows how to be sweet, da?â
âAlways,â John answered, looking down at you with his usual loving eyes, âsoft lass is hard to stay mad at.â
âPerhaps you need some more company,â Nikolai pointed out, âI worked with military pets before, theyâre much different than you, milaya.â
âWe donât need them,â you whined, having no idea what Nikolai had just called you, âJohn will forget about me, will be too busy, he ââ
Johnâs foot ever so gently pushed against your stomach, âdonât start that again.â
âJust insecure,â Nikolai suggested, making you huff.
âAm not,â you argued, but you still nuzzled closer to John, starting to move your hands to his inner thighs, moving to look up the best you could, looking from under the edge of the table, sweetening your voice a little, âItâs just a mistake, thatâs all.â
âSpoiled, thatâs what you are, darling,â John pointed out, but he still reached out to gently pat your head, âhowever, the boys will be here in a couple of hours and there is nothing you can do about it.â
You whined pitifully at his words, upset that your clear dissatisfaction with them joining the farm wasnât clear. It was like John didnât want to realize at all that he didnât need to stay out on this farm. He needed to go back to the city, to the fancy penthouse apartment, to the parties that lasted out to the late hours of the night, where you could gossip with all the other hybrids.
âMilaya,â Nikolai repeated again, rustling with something in his jacket that hung over the back of the chair he was currently sitting on, pulling a little package from it. You watched curiously, though trying to seem disinterested. That was until he opened it and the most wonderful, mouthwatering scent you had smelled in a while appeared and you instantly moved from between Johnâs legs to Nikolaiâs, making your owner chuckle.
The piece of jerky looking meat that Nikolai held in between his thumb and pointer finger, looked simple but oh the smell of it made it known that it was good.
âYou behave and let us look through papers now, da?âÂ
âYes,â you said, unable to look away or stop your tail from wagging, âIâll behave.âÂ
The moment Nikolai offered you the piece, you were on it, barely missing his fingers with your teeth as you stole it from his grip. Nikolai was chuckling, putting the bag back into his jacket, while you chewed, a pleased moan leaving you as you settled beneath the table.Â
Hopefully these mutts would prove themselves too difficult - so that John would send them away again. You would happily wave goodbye to them.Â
With the sweet aftertaste of the meat in your mouth and their soft voices discussing fences, you closed your eyes.
You werenât going to help with the pack settling in - that was for sure.
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You barely got used to your ownerâs crush, before there were once again new things happening. Kate appeared, greeting Nikolai like an old friend as well. You hadnât figured out much about the man, other than he had worked with a lot of hybrids throughout the years. And with helicopters. However that all fit together, you didnât know⌠didnât really care.
The big truck that arrived a couple of hours later, stood out against the farm houses; a colorful logo was painted on the otherwise steel gray vehicle.
THE HYBRIDâS DEN! helping owners find their perfect hybrid pet since 1960!
You remembered seeing their logos everywhere when you were sold to the auction, years ago. The auction houses and facilities had often felt like an intermission from your former life to your new; never knowing what was going to happen, treated with the minimal care, but kept healthy enough for the auctions.Â
The staff wore the colorful logo on their black uniforms, exciting the truck a few moments later. You almost wanted to tell them to âget the fuck back into that truck and drive offâ again, but you figured it wouldnât result in them actually doing so.
You kept your distance, standing on the steps of the front door - strategically keeping Nikolai between you and the closed metal crates that were inside the truck. There were nothing more than a few air holes in the boxes, from where some different sounds appeared. Barks and a growl or two, though they all sounded a little slurred. Nikolai moved, giving you a better look at them, as he joined John who was nodding along to some of the information, while looking through and signing some papers. Though you were mostly distracted by the crates, you could hear some of their conversation, catching words like sedated, muzzles, stressed. Your own trip hadnât been nice either but a part of you wanted to point out to your owner that this only proved your point of this being a bad idea.
Some of the auction workers helped move the crates to one of the bigger empty sheds that Price had apparently been renovating without your knowledge. So apparently not so empty any longer. Not that it had been hard to do that, you ignored most of the different renovating and building jobs that both John and the helpers did.
Still⌠he could have told you. God, did your master tell you nothing anymore? It didnât really help your mood, your growing annoyance clearly amusing for Nikolai if his smiles back at you were anything to go by.
Despite your repeated frustration with this entire situation and these new hybridsâ mere existence, you followed along inside the shed. It was nice⌠Isolated, with a tiny bathroom, an area padded with mattresses, which was clearly for them to sleep together, pillows, blankets⌠you wanted that too. Sure, you had loads, but this only made you want more, want more from Price, so that he could prove he still loved you.Â
There was a radiator, several windows, lamps and electricity outlets. You scrunch your nose with displeasure. They didnât deserve that. At least they werenât inside the main house.Â
There was a little notch in the other corner opposite the bed area, almost like a tiny expansion, another door next to it; it was almost like a small horse stall - a deep layer of hay covered the floor. You didnât even step into the place, but you knew the hay would itch.
You wanted it. Not the itching of the hay, but the entire place, simply for the sake of having it, so that they couldnât. Speaking of them, you watched from the main entrance as the metal boxes were opened.
The Belgian malinois and German Shepherd mix was the first one to stumble out of the box; he fell two steps later, directly into the hay, a deep sigh leaving him, eyes darting around. You could barely see him from the amount of people inside the stall.Â
âItâs alright, Gaz,â Price comforted, while you stayed in the door, keeping his distance to the hybrid, âYouâre okay, boy.â
Gaz didnât answer, just panted a little, ears tipped backwards - his eyes looked a little blown from what you could see.
âWhen will the sedatives wear off?â Laswell asked one of the workers, but you didnât look at them, eyes instead at the other hybrid.Â
When you had arrived, you had been scared and angry, drugged as well. But you had been alone. While you grew up with your parents, in a nice enough place, you hadnât seen them for years - and while you had befriended a lot of other hybrids throughout the years, you had never been a part of a âpackâ. You were alone â but this Gaz wasnât and a part of you envied him, even for that.
âIn an hour or two,â the worker replied, pulling you from your deeper thoughts, âthey werenât too happy to settle down before we left. It was necessary.â
A small bark left the man in the hay. It was answered by the two other hybrids, who still hadnât come out of their respective boxes. Nikolai gently tapped on the top of one of the boxes with a knuckle.
âCome join your friend,â the Russian suggested, voice not as loud as earlier.
A moment later the border collie mix, Soap, crawled out of his box, eyes instantly on Gaz, letting himself lay halfway on top of the other. A little growl leaving him, muffled from behind the mask. Not even a second later, Ghost got out of the last crate. The Great Pyrenees almost got on his legs, growling despite the muzzle and swaying from the drugs.
You watched the staff pull back the metal boxes, letting the hybrids get some space. Ghost didnât stay on his legs for too long, eventually sitting down next to his pack mates, the lower half of his face hidden from view as he looked around the shed.
His gaze stopped at you; you were unable to sense the reaction from seeing you again, if there even was any.
âWeâll let you have some minutes, okay? Then weâll take the muzzles off.â John gently offered, pulling the giant from the moment, so that he looked away, giving Price a small nod. Your owner was at the edge of the hay filled area but he didnât step into it.
You stepped back, letting the staff members from the auction pull away the boxes, Laswell and another farm worker helping them. Nikolai looked from the pack, then over his shoulder at you, barely even trying to hide a smile.
Then he winked. You sent him an unimpressed look back, tipping your chin up a little, looking away from the three hybrids in the hay, pretending you werenât curious about them.
Some more rustling in the hay and then a half croaked, âmah held hurts,â left Soap, voice a little slurred - you couldnât help but look over at him. His accent was weird. His ears were tipped down, some hay already stuck in his hair. With the pathetic look on his face you didnât understand how he was supposed to be a big bad soldier.
You werenât being petty at all.
âItâs the sedatives,â John calmly answered the hybrid, who let out a big breath from behind the muzzle.
âIf I take the muzzle off, will you behave?â
âWe have water for you,â Nikolai added, keeping his distance - you kept him in between you and the dogs, not risking anything. You trusted the men to be able to defend themselves. But with no claws or fangs, you werenât a fighter - more a runner. Even if you didnât like running.
The two muzzled ones, Soap and Ghost, sent each other a look - but it was Gaz, half hidden beneath Soap, who let out a tired âplease.â
Ghost gave a small nod then. John stepped into the hay, unhurried as to not spook them, and it was Ghost who tipped his head down first to let Price open the lock with a small key. The moment he was free, he smacked his cracked and dry looking lips.Â
Clearly, the man had never heard of chapstick.
Though, much more apparent, where the colony of scars on his lower half of the face. Trailing from around the lips, one over the nose as well - cheeks and chin. As he smacked his lips, you saw he had lost a fang in the bottom of his mouth. It wasnât just sanded down like yours, the tooth was fully missing.
Price repeated the action with Soap, the hybrid instantly opening his mouth wide with a yawn, his jaw even making a popping wound.
Nikolai appeared with three bottles of water from a little cooler in the shed - you didnât have your own cooler, which meant you would be demanding one⌠not that you needed it but still â giving the hybrids each one, that was always immediately opened. Gaz pushed Soap away and sat up too, while John backed away.
âMy name is John Price -we met shortly at the auction. Iâm the owner of the farm and you will all answer to me. Got it?â
âYes sir.â For a moment you were impressed with the three hybridsâ synchronized answers. Only a short moment however. They were probably just beasts trained to answer like that. Yeah, yeah, you could do that too, if you wanted. But you didnât.
âThis is Nikolai, my friend, he will stay with me for a while, helping you all to settle in properly. You will follow his orders too - as well as a mean looking woman, Kate Laswell, who will appear at some point.â Humour tipped into the last part making Soap snort and Gaz give out a half-slurred giggle, while Ghost just let out a grunt.
âAnd this,â Price suddenly turned over to you, looking a little amused from the distance you kept between all of them, âis my pet, Daisy.âÂ
âWell hellooo, bonnie lass,â Soap said, his tail immediately wagging, grinning at you, as he slurred, âarenât ye a sight for sore eyes.â
Nikolai and John dared to laugh at his words, his rather pathetic attempt at being charming, while you growled, watching Soap get an elbow in the side from Gaz, while Simon just stared, almost differently than the scot, like a hungry beast. If you were fully inside the shed, you might be able to smell if they were turned on. Disgusting.Â
âComeâere, sweetheart,â John crooned, clearly pleased with the reactions from the men, while you scrunch your nose, tipping your chin up a little - giving it a shake to reject the command.
âDo not be like that, milaya,â Nikolai suggested, âthought you were going to behave, no?â
You just growled a little again, unable to help your tail go between your legs a little; you didnât really want to be spanked again, but you didnât really want to become acquainted with these hybrids either.
âMy princess isnât too pleased with you lot being here,â John calmly explained without taking his eyes off you - they were still all staring at you - as John raised a hand, making a âcome-hitherâ motion that had you swallowing some spit, âbut she isnât going to chase away any wolves, are ye, pet?â
You huffed, crossing your arms before stepping inside the shed. The scent in there was nice and clean, even with the vague scent of the newcomers, and you walked to John, stopping halfway hidden by him.
However, as Johnâs arm snaked around your soft waist in a strong grip, you whimpered as you were pulled forward a little, unable to hide behind him. Both Gaz and Soap were wagging their tails at you, while you tried ignoring the scent of the room the best you can.
âIâm expecting you all to get along - and not hurt each other too badly, understood?â
While the others answered in agreement you just hid your face in his shoulder, twisting a little in his grip.
âNo playinâ too rough,â Nikolai added, âPuppy isnât used to other hybrids.â
âI am!â you snapped, âJust notâŚâ
The shed was quiet for a moment as you mulled over your next words. What to call them. Military dogs. Strays. Mutts, un â
âNot what?â Nikolai almost seemed entertained by your declaration and you looked away, before finally mumbling.
â... working dogs.â
Simon huffed. You shot him a sharp look that he didnât really seem to be affected by, in any way.
âIâm sure you all will get along,â John just mused, before looking down at his watch, âA certain princess has become too bored now weâre no longer in the city -â he ignored your mutter of âhave notâ, â- and I canât entertain her all the time. Mentally or sexually.âÂ
You whined with embarrassment, a little angry growl seeping into it, but Price didnât really react, barely moved as you twisted in his grip, ignoring the grin of the several males in the house.Â
â - Now, I will leave you three to get acclimated a little. But, there are a couple of rules that I expect you all to follow, if not there will be punishments.â
Synchronized nods. You still twisted, digging your fingers into his arm to no avail - then a hand snagged onto your collar from behind, choking you shortly as you were pulled back, Nikolai pressing against your back. Now free, Price pointed to a little map over the area, that you hadnât noticed on the wall.
âYour jobs will essentially be to help keep the place safe. We have had problems with wolves and foxes, and so has the neighbors, since there lives a bunch in the area. You three will help keeping them away and Soap will help around my sheeps and goats in particular, given youâre a herding dogââ
Soap nodded, tail wagging, all three dogs staring at the map intensely.
â- I will find other things for the two of you to help with as well, but your main focus will be on keeping the animals - and the rest of us - safe. One of the neighbors got some horses stolen not too long ago. I would like to avoid that as well.â
You didnât even know that. What you did know, however, was the heat of Nikolaiâs body behind you, keeping you close and tethered so that you couldnât run off.
âMost of the wildlife will go away if intimidated, but at times you might need to attack them. I am not going to give you any firearms yet though,â John looked over at them, his voice firmer than you usually heard it, âThat will come along the way, if needed. We can discuss other weapons later on.â
The mere idea of John giving them any kinds of weapon made you want to throw up - or throw a fit. Had he gone fuckinâ mad?? giving them guns? They were going to shoot everyone, going to kill John and you. You really didnât want to die.
âMy farm includes these - and these fields. You will not and I repeat not, leave my land without a valid reason. There will be punishments if you do - you will all be given collars like another certain puppyââ all eyes watched you for a moment and though, you wanted to hide your face in your hands, you didnât, merely crossed your arms, ignoring the low laughter from Nikolai behind you, âthat are fitted with trackers, so I will know if you do.â
Great. So hoping for them to run off wasnât a possibility for now.
âBiting or attacking my staff in any way will result in severe punishments. You will lose privileges if you donât do as told, without a valid reason. Is that understood?â
âYessir.âÂ
âGood boys. Now, these upcoming days you will most likely be following me or Laswell around, while we get you in on all these. All dinners will be eaten in the main house and you will be given keys once I get them made one of these upcoming days. I will give you a couple of hours now ââ Price looked down at his wrist watch, âThen call you in, an hour or two before dinner, so that you all can shower. Any injuries, allergies or anything that the Hybridsâ Den didnât write down, that I need to know?â
They all shook their heads, behaving like synchronized swimmers in your opinion.Â
âGood. Youâre all free to relax here or explore the farm if you wish so, when the drugs wear off.âÂ
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As you entered the farm house, you shrugged off your jacket and abandoned your shoes in the entrance, not caring to clean up after you, ignoring Johnâs irked huff.
âInsane!â you declared, walking further into the house, âYouâve gone insane! Youâre all going to forget about me and those horny knotted mutts will be all up in my business!â
You flopped down on the couch, face first, continuing your ranting into the fabric.
âI might as well barricade myself inside my room - Because I dont have a tiny house!! but guns! SURE ! give them guns!â Your voice was muffled, but you were, perhaps a tad dramatically, loud in your ranting. You could just make out whispering between the two men but you didnât care⌠not until you were forced to, quite literally.
âLittle puppy,â Nikolaiâs accent was heavy - his body even heavier as he settled on the back of your thighs, a fist coming to rest next to your head, that kept his full body weight from you, âThrowing a fit again, da?âÂ
You could feel the slight bulge against your fat ass, making you swallow - and tail wag, hitting Nikolai against the thighs, making the man chuckle. John as well, who settled down with a cigar in one of the arm chairs opposite the couch. You didnât even need to look to know that he watched as Nikolai tugged at your skirt.
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Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse comes out later today so I wanted to write a post reflecting on my journey and experience working on this movie. So many people have supported me through this and I am so thankful to each and every one of you!
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Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse comes out tonight. It feels really weird to be typing that out right now. I worked on the movie as a visdev artist for the last 2.5 years, from 2020 to 2023. Long post incoming.
There are a lot of reasons why I'd consider this film to be one of the most ambitious animated films to ever be made. As artists, we were asked to push ourselves far beyond our comfort zones and do things that had never been done before in animation.
Every time we reached a point where most people would say "this must possibly be as creative and weird as it gets," our entire team of artists and animators would smash right through the ceiling. The driving direction for the visuals of the film was to push the limits of every single frame; to challenge audience expectations and make something truly original.
The best thing about this film was that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie. The hardest thing about this film was also that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie.
There were times while working on this where the imposter syndrome hit me hard. This was my first big movie, and what a hell of a first movie to get thrust into.
I came in only a few years out of school with absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing. I constantly feared that someone had made a mistake in bringing me onto this film, and I was going to let everyone down. There was a solid chunk of those 2.5 years where I wasn't sure if animation was the right path for me.
If there's anything I could tell my past self it would be this: there are so many people who love you and believe in you. There will be a time when you get to stand on the other side of it, look back on everything and see how far you came.
I'm still working on self-acceptance every day (it will be a lifelong struggle, I'm sure), but I'm glad I didn't give up on myself. I'm proud of myself and my contributions to this film, and I'm certain that this movie will continue to change and shape the animation landscape just as the first one did. That's truly a special feeling to have been a part of. I am so incredibly grateful to every single person who helped me along this journey.
Here come the thanks:
To the ENTIRE visdev & art crew- it's been an honor getting to work alongside each and every one of you. My jaw is literally still on the floor from seeing your incredible talent day after day.
I want to thank Tiffany and Felicia especially for being there for me through tough times- I admire and respect you both so much as artists, and even better than that, my life is greatly enriched for being able to call you my friends.
Thank you Patrick and Dean for taking chances on me, teaching me so much about art and what I'm capable of, and encouraging me along the way. To Aymeric, your art is one of the reasons I initially became interested in animation and you have been one of the kindest & most empathetic mentors I could ever have asked for.
I want to thank my wonderful parents for believing in me always and raising me into the person I am today: everything I do in life is to make you proud. To my brother Andrew who is perpetually awake at 3 AM when I need someone to talk to- thank you for always picking up the phone and making me laugh.
And finally to my partner Luke for making me grilled cheeses on all of the difficult days, for never getting sick of me even when all I would ever talk about was work, and for patiently and steadfastly loving me throughout this entire thing. I don't think I could've done it without you.
Starting tomorrow I will begin posting and sharing some of the art I made for this movie; I'm looking forward to sharing some of my personal favorites with you. I hope each and every one of you enjoys Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse when it hits theaters later today!
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Celebrating your Anniversary with Lucifer Part 2
I wasn't planning on writing a second part but after seeing how loved part one was I just had to so enjoy!
Lucifer considered himself a nervous demon. Blame his abandonment issues for that. He knew you loved him, but he couldn't help his anxiety telling him that you'd leave just like everyone else has. One night when sleep couldn't find him, he snuck into his workshop to fiddle with his ducks to distract him from his worries. All of a sudden he felt two arms circle his neck and you nuzzle to his left side.
"C'mon baby, you can work tomorrow, let's go to bed."
Though he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, he took your hand and let you lead him to your shared bedroom. As he crawled under the covers, you snuggled up next to him. holding him as you pet his hair. Throughout this whole encounter, he was silent and had a distant look in his eyes. You could see through this act immediately and knew what the cause of his nighttime anxiety was.
"I can't wait to wake up next to you forever. I'll always be here with you Lucifer. I love you."
After that night you made sure to always validate his feelings when he was having a moment of low self-esteem. You started leaving notes around your home for him to find at random moments. Opening the pantry he'd find a note on his favorite cereal telling him 'good morning lu!' and opening his tool box he'd find another post-it saying 'can't wait to see what you create :D'. Through these little actions, he'd learned to trust that you will be there for him.
One day while you were out to see your friends he was having a bit of a depressive episode and didn't want to bother you while you were enjoying yourself so he went into your office. He grabbed your favorite plushie knowing it would smell like you and give him comfort. As he turned the stuffed animal in his arms he felt a crinkle and pulled what was stuck on it off. A note reading 'call me love :('. This moment was when he knew.
Lucifer had to marry you. Nothing would make him happier than the honor of being your husband.
Bringing him back to the present day, he watched you try and hook a golden duck for him in the game you made. Of course, you would do something so special for your anniversary. You weren't the only one with a surprise up your sleeve. He checked his watch noting it was almost time.
"(Y/n)? My love? I've left my phone inside I-"
"Oh I'll go grab it don't worry," you immediately cut him off not wanting to make him go in on his own. As you headed inside the hotel, you were met with a trail of rose petals leading you under the chandelier. "What is this?"
Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was walking behind you and cleared his throat stealing your attention away from the grand decor around you. He got down on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket.
"I thought it was only fitting to do this in the very place we met and on our anniversary. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You showed me the light when I was stuck in a dark place and ever since then, I've loved you more than anything. You have been the best partner I could ever dream of. There's only one thing that could make my life perfect and that would be you agreeing to marry me. (Y/n) my heart and soul, will you allow me to be your husband?"
Nodding, you couldn't get the words out as you began crying. You had no idea Lucifer had been planning this. A high-pitched squeal came from behind as Charlie jumped out throwing rose petals over you, "I'm so happy you're joining our family!"
Lucifer reached out to your hand, slipping the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen onto your finger, and gently pulled you into a tender kiss. Softly whispering, "Thank you for everything, my love."
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⎠bloody knuckles âŽ
TW: angst to fluff!! i know the summary seems like pure angst but i swear its not! semi-graphic violence? , guns, kidnapping, bada and reader get into an argument, reader acts naively and a bit selfishly (but itâs okay, sheâs young and makes up for it in the end), bada still having beef w your bodyguard, protective!bada, cold!bada (this time to you tooâŚ), violent & frusterated!bada, brief mentions of sexual activity (incâŚtoys, ass, boobs⌠sorry), use of the word unnie (about six or so times) brief mentions of drugs, a creepy woman, and a surprise character from the previous installment!Â
SUMMARY: breaking badaâs three rules for a night of partying backfires in ways you couldâve never imagined. now, you have to deal with the consequences of your lies
part iv. succumb (to me)
WC: 12.5k⌠get some popcorn yâall this is a long one
A/N: read this and this for more background on this au. iâm sure there are a ton of mistakes sprinkled throughout this fic so please ignore them, this took me so long to write and i just want to put it out on time⌠i promise iâll edit it once i get the chanceđ
DISCLAIMER: all characteristics portrayed are purely speculation and fiction, they are not meant to reflect bada or team bebeâs actual character, values, or attitudes. please keep this in mind!!
On an inconspicuous Thursday night, when a heat wave had just hit Seoul, you lounged in your lavish bedâfree from sheetsâscrolling through social media.
Pictures of cute animals and food fill your feed, making you smile down at your screen. You are about to like a particularly cute picture of a cat when a notification banner stops you midway. Your eyes flicker to the top of the screen, finding a message from your best friend, Jae Hwang.
Clicking on the notification, you're transferred into your messages app, and Jaeâs text fills your screen. âUnnie, I havenât seen you in so long!! Please come to the party Iâm throwing tomorrow so we can catch up and have some fun~!"
Your lips fall open in mild surprise as you instinctively sit up. A party? You text Jae back quickly, asking the reason for the party and where it will be held.
âAt my house, of course! Weâre all gathering to celebrate your engagement!â
Your engagement⌠so your parents really hadnât wasted any time spreading the good news. Youâd barely been living with Bada for a month, and theyâd already informed your friends. You shake your head and sigh rather loudly. Bada would greatly disapprove of your parents' loose lips. She preferred her privacy, not only for protection but also because she liked people staying out of her business. That much you could tell from the little time youâd had to get to know her.
Shifting your focus back to Jaeâs unanswered text, you contemplate attending the party or skipping out. Though they were technically throwing it in your honor, they should have let you know beforehand instead of asking you the night before the party. You felt well within your rights to refuse, but a nagging thought holds you back.
What would you do instead? Technically, you had no plans on Friday nightâor Friday at all for that matter. Saturday neither⌠nor Sunday. Really, you never had plans anymore. Since staying with Bada, you mostly remained inside the Lee mansion, either lounging by the large infinity pool, taking a dip in your personal Jacuzzi, or perhaps enjoying a film in the theater room on the second floor.
Or, if you wanted to leave home, you would be escorted by your bodyguard to certain malls, grocery stores, or establishments. All of which were either managed by Bada or by one of her partners. She made it clear to you from the start that going places not protected by one of her subordinates would be dangerous.
"I have connections to half the establishments in Seoul," she had muttered to you. It's incredible that despite the implications of the words falling from her mouth, Bada had a way of saying things so humbly. She didn't sound like she was boastingâthough you wouldn't fault her if she was. "I bet some of the markets you entered when you were a child were run by my family, and you'd never have known."
Youâd try your best to conceal your amazement at her confession, but the glow in your eyes was as clear as day to Bada. âAnd what about the rest?â
She let out a quiet breath, saying, "The rest are mostly run by rival gangs. Almost no stores or establishments are free of mafia influence. Not anymore, at least." Seeing the way your eyes shifted from bright to slightly apprehensive, she pushed her chair back and rose, walking around her desk before leaning on it and clutching onto its edges. "There's no need to worry about them. As long as you stay in areas where my people are, you are safe." Her hand came down to rest politely on your thigh, patting it in a comforting manner.
Her words made your stomach flutter with butterflies, and a giddy smile instinctively formed on your lips. For someone who claimed to want to avoid fostering romantic affection between you both, Bada seemed to be doing the exact opposite.
Before you could lose yourself in the tenderness of the memory, you climb out of bed, having made your decision. Because you barely left home as it is, what harm is there in going to a party? A party organized in your honor, no less. Itâs a rare occasion, and truthfully, you miss Jae and the rest of your girlfriends. You havenât seen them in over a month and texted them sparingly during that time. To be fair, it was mostly your faultâyou were much too focused on getting to know Bada and adjusting to your new way of life to strike up conversations with them.
You nod your head firmly as if the action will help build your confidence before you grab onto the handle of your bedroom door and slowly open it. Standing to your right, the figure of your bodyguard, Hyo Kim, immediately greets you on the other side. She turns to face you, her black-tinted sunglasses obstructing your view of her eagle eyes.
âWhat are you doing up so late?â She says lightheartedly.
âDo you know if Bada is still awake?â You ask. âI wanted to ask her something.â
Hyo lifts her arm up, pushing aside the fabric of her suit to reveal a golden watch. She gazes down at it, pretending to think long and hard. âThe Boss should be awake for aboutâŚâ she trails off playfully, âanother four hours.â
You chuckle under your breath, âI didnât even need to ask, did I?â
âNot at all.â Hyo shakes her head while smirking.
âAlright then,â you clasp your hands together tightly, âIâm going to go see Bada.â
Hyo gestures ahead of you with her hand. âIâll follow your lead.â
You nod quickly before advancing forward, her trailing close behind. You canât lie; it was strange to have someone following after you almost every second of the day in the beginning. You remember that at the beginning of your stay at Lee mansion, you kept forgetting that Hyo was following youâshe has the tendency to be extremely quiet when focusedâand were jump-scared by her multiple times. Youâd round corners and suddenly hear one of her heavier footsteps behind you, making you jump and your heart practically leap out of your chest.
At some point, you swear she started doing it on purpose, enjoying the look of fear you gave her when you jumped. Eventually, though, you started to grow used to her constantly lingering presence and even grew comfortable around her. Somewhere along the way, youâd both gotten to know each other more, and a slow but harmonious friendship grew.
âSo, what are you going to ask the Boss about?â Hyoâs low and blithe voice cuts through the silence.
âOh,â you begin, âmy friend asked me to meet her and some of my other friends tomorrow night.â
âReally?â Hyo comments, her voice dripping with an emotion you canât quite decipher.
âYes,â you affirm. âI wanted to ask Bada if itâs okay for me to visit her.â
Hyo hums under her breath in acknowledgment. âSheâll appreciate that.â
âI hope so.â You smile lightly to yourself. âI just thought that since you follow me wherever I go, sheâd find out either way, and I might as well get her thoughts on it.â
âNot to crush your hopes and dreams, kid, but I doubt sheâll say yes.â Hyo remarks.
âReally?â You pause and turn around to face her, a frown forming on your lips.
âThe Boss values your safety more than anything else,â Hyo shrugs. âMeeting people she isnât familiar with puts you at risk.â
âBut theyâre my friends.â You push back lightly.
âI get that, but like I said, the Boss only cares about keeping you safe.â Hyo raises her hands up in defeat.
You deflate at her words, acknowledging that sheâs most likely right. After all the events thatâd taken place in the span of a single month, you honestly wouldnât hold it against Bada to be cautious of where you go. But at the same time, you canât help but feel mild resentment at the fact that you arenât even allowed to see your friends.
âHey,â Hyo frowns at you like a scolding sister. âDonât be discouraged. You havenât even asked her yet. You never know; she just might say yes.â
You pick your head up at her words, slowly but surely nodding back. âYeah, youâre right.â And with that, you continue walking down the corridor to Badaâs office until you reach the dark mahogany wood of her door. Lightly rapping on it, thereâs a period of silence before you hear the low tenor of her voice speak up.
âLusher, if youâre coming to ask me if Iâve finished the paperwork for POSCOâs deal, for the millionth time the answer is no, I havenât.â Badaâs disgruntled voice makes you laugh to yourself, and you immediately bring your hand up to cover your mouth as you grin widely.
âIs now a bad time to see you, then?â You answer back cheekily.
You receive no response for a solid minute before the sound of papers rustling loudly and approaching footsteps reaches your ears. The door to Badaâs office opens, and there she stands in all her glory, looking rather flustered. âSorry. I thought you were Lusher.â
You smile at Bada while shaking your head. âItâs alright. Can I come in?â
âOf course.â She steps aside, making room for you to walk into her office while she holds the door open for you. You say a quick thank you as pass through the threshold, missing how Bada lets the door swing closed behind her and shuts out Hyo. âSo, is there a reason why youâre visiting me? Itâs very late into the night; I expected you to be asleep already.â
âWell, I was about to go to sleep, but I got a text from Jaeââ you pause upon seeing her frown. âmy best friend.â
Bada nods in acknowledgment, moving toward a chair and pushing it back, gesturing for you to sit down. You do so, trying to ignore the nervous tension building in the pit of your stomach.
âYeah, she invitedââ you pause, choosing your next words carefully. Phrasing Jaeâs invitation as a party would most likely mean Bada wouldn't let you go. So, if you just tweaked your wording a bit to make the party seem less extreme⌠it wouldnât be that big of a deal, right? âshe invited me to a get-together between friends.â
âA get-together?â Bada questions, folding her hands across her lap as she leans on the edge of her office table. âFor what purpose?â
âJust to catch up and⌠celebrate our engagement.â You gesture between you both, immediately noticing how Badaâs expression shifts, her lips pressing into a thin line.
âThey know of our engagement?â She asks.
âYes,â you sigh. âI guess my parents couldnât keep their excitement in check.â
âYour parents.â Bada shakes her head, pinching her nose-bridge tiredly. âIâll have to have a word with them about that.â
âPlease do.â You nod rapidly. âBut aside from that, what I wanted to ask you was if I could be escorted to the get-together tomorrow night?â
Bada moves her gaze from the floor to your eyes, removes her hand from her face, and gives you a hesitant expression. âI donât know⌠after all the incidents recentlyâŚâ she trails off, a faraway look finding her eyes. âDonât get me wrong, I donât want you to feel like youâre a prisoner in your own home, or that you canât see your friends, I just want you to be safe.â
âI get that, I really do, Bada, but this is just a small get-together.â You lie between your teeth.
Bada stays quiet, looking to be considering your words. âAnd you trust your friends, right?â
âI do.â
Bada lets out a light breath, while a small smile finds her lips. âAll right then, you can go.â
âReally?â You give her a shocked look before you snap out of it and practically squeal, jumping up from your chair and instinctively wrapping your arms around Badaâs shoulders in a hug. âThank you so much!â
Bada freezes in her spot, surprised by your affection. Slowly, a warm, sappy feeling builds at the bottom of her stomach, and her hands, which had been propped up in the air stiffly, gently come down to rest against your back, patting it tenderly. âYouâre welcome.â She tries not to think about how lovely you feel against her or the allure of your natural scent.
You spend all Friday preparing for the party, choosing your makeup beforehand, your jewelry, shoes, and of course, your dressâa beautiful wine-red ensemble that youâd picked up on your shopping trip with Bada. Sheâd chosen it for youâclaiming, âThis dress would look beautiful on you.â The meaning behind her words, that it wasnât the dress that was beautiful, but instead your figure that would make it look divine, had struck you in that moment.
If Bada wanted you to wear the dress, youâd buy it in a heartbeat.
For the little hours left you have in the day, you try not to get too giddy thinking of the party or how magnificent youâll look in the dress, instead trying to busy yourself by catching up on one of your favorite TV shows. But when the milky raven sky begins to take over the horizon, you jump off of the couch, rushing to your room, leaving Hyo to scramble after you.
In your bedroom, you sit down at your antique-styled vanity, your makeup laid out in front of you. You begin prepping your skin before beginning your usual routine. It takes you a slightly longer time for you to finish because youâre being incredibly meticulous, but by the end of it, you look amazing. Before you can get distracted, you quickly dress yourself.
As your fingers curl around the clasp of your teardrop diamond earrings and secure them in place, you take a step back to gaze at yourself in your floor-length mirror.
The win-red dress hugs your body, accentuating every favorable feature of it. A similar dark rouge to your dress is blended across your eyelids in a smoky eye, making the color of your eyes pop in contrast. Your lips, fixed into a slight pout, are glossy and soft, tinted with a color of your choice. Taking your look all together, all you can say is that Bada was rightâthe dress does look beautiful on you.
A knock on your bedroom door startles you, your hand instinctively flying to your chest. "Hello?" You respond, a bit on edge.
"It's me. Can I come in?" Bada's voice, muffled behind the door, reaches you.
"Yes," you reply, hastily adjusting your dress and double-checking your appearance.
Bada enters just as your hands fall to your sides, her gaze immediately scanning your figure. She appraises you, from collarbones to legs, before fixing her eyes on your chest for a lingering moment.
Suppressing a nervous giggle, you greet her, "Hi, Bada."
Her eyes quickly snap up to meet yours, a sheepish cough escaping her mouth. "Hello."
Standing awkwardly by the door, Bada stares at you for a solid minute before you give a lighthearted smile. "Is there something you needed?"
"Uhh, no. Well, actually..." Bada stumbles over her words, closing her eyes in embarrassment. "Sorry, yes. I wanted to see you before you left."
You release a small breath of understanding before a cheeky thought crosses your mind. Walking closer to Bada, you do a little twirl when you reach her. "So, what do you think?"
Bada exhales while chuckling, her nervousness leaving her. "I think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon."
Out of shock, you remain still, surprised by how unabashedly Bada expressed her thoughts. You expected a simple compliment, but she exceeded your expectations. "Really?" You ask quietly, sensing a shift in the room's atmosphere. An air of intimacy and something more sensual makes your skin prickle and breath hitch.
"Of course. There's no one I could think of that could make that dress look so stunning." Bada looks back at you with a serious and genuine expression.
"Bada..." you trail off, immediately thinking of countless other women who could wear the dress better. Supermodels, actressesâ
"I think there's just one simple thing that would finish off the look." Bada's voice brings you back, and you give her a questioning stare. She smiles, her hand digging into her pocket before presenting you a sleek black box. Your confusion deepens as she opens it, revealing the most elegant necklace you've ever seen. Matching teardrop diamonds, akin to those on your earrings circle the chain, glittering against the low bedroom light. At the center, a silver locket shaped like a dainty heart ties it all together.
You stare at the necklace in awe, alternating between Bada's eyes and the exquisite piece of jewelry. "Bada, it's beautiful."
She watches you marvel at it, sparkles dancing in your eyes. Giving you a fond look, she nudges the box closer. "Take it."
Hesitating for a brief second, you gently retrieve the necklace. "Wow," you breathe out, fully admiring its beauty now that itâs free from the box.
"You should put it on," Bada encourages you softly.
âOh, I shouldnâtââ you protest.
âI insist,â she cuts you off, tucking the box back into her pocket. She steps forward, taking the necklace from your hands and moving behind you. âHere, let me.â She places it across your collarbones and brings the clasp together, her long fingers brushing across your skin.Â
Her touch ignites a spark, but as quickly as it appeared, her fingers are gone. She steps back, placing her hands on your waist to move you back so that youâre facing your mirror again. But this time, Bada's at your side, admiring how exquisite you look.
 âAbsolutely perfect,â she whispers into your ear.
The warmth from her touch lingers as you stare at Bada through the mirror. âThank you.â You bask in the comfortable silence in the room for a moment before speaking up again. âCan I ask, did you buy this?â
Bada places her hands atop your shoulders, a soft, wistful look finding her irises. âIt was my motherâs.â
Immediately, you whip around to face her, your mouth wide open in mortification, and your eyes the size of saucers. âBada, why didnât you tell me?â Your hands frantically try to find the clasp of the necklace, wanting to take it off. âHereââ
âNo.â Badaâs hands find yours, holding them and stopping you from removing the jewelry. âDonât take it off.â
âBut Bada, this was your momâsââ
âAnd I want you to have it,â Bada states firmly.
âI canâtââ
âAre you rejecting my gift?â Although her words sound accusatory, when you look into her eyes, thereâs a glint of amusement in them.
You let out a huff of defeat. âFine.â
Bada smirks proudly, removing her hands from yours. âGood.â
After bidding farewell to Bada, Hyo swiftly whisks you away to a black Jeep, one that, according to her, is "much more secure than a sports car." Seated in the front, she drives and engages in casual conversation while you relax in the back. You take the opportunity to share stories about each of your best friendsâJae, the liveliest, Da-Eun, the second oldest, Min-Ji, the oldest, and Ryung, the youngest and most timid. Hyo listens attentively, interjecting with comments or laughter at your anecdotes.
âYou all seem to be very close,â she remarks, steering the wheel to the left.
âYeah, we are. Weâve known each other since childhood, and our parents are all friends,â you reply.
âThose types of friends⌠you should hold onto them,â Hyo advises. âIn this line of business, itâs hard to find someone you can trust as much as you four trust each other.â
You gaze at your bodygaurd through the rear-view mirror, sensing the weight behind her words. "Hyo?" You inquire.
"Yeah?"
"Does Bada find it hard to trust other people?"
Her lips tighten, an audible exhale leaving her nose. "She hasn't fully placed her trust in anyone since the day Mrs. Lee died."
A somber atmosphere envelops the car, akin to a bucket of ice-cold water. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, your heart aching at the thought of the pain Bada must have endured when her mother was killed. "Bada was still young when she passed, wasnât she?"
"Fifteen," Hyo nods. "Barely beginning her climb towards adulthood."
A stark silence follows after, and the rest of the car ride is silent, filled only with the quiet hum of the Jeepâs engine and the sounds of passersby. It's not uncomfortable, but rather solemn, as if you and Hyo are silently mourning Mrs. Lee's memory.
Fifteen minutes later, Hyo's driving slows as she turns into a large houseâthough noticeably smaller than your shared one with Bada, of course. The GPS on the tablet beeps, signaling your arrival at the destination. "Weâre here," her voice rings through the background noise.
You turn away from the window youâd been gazing out of, a smile forming on your lips at the sight of Jaeâs house. Out of your group, Jae always had the most luxurious home, because though all of you came from affluent families, Jae's parents were the wealthiest. Well, it seemed like now the dynamic had changed. Once you and Bada are officially wed, your combined wealth will likely rival all of theirs combined.
"How long do you think youâll be staying?" Hyo asks.
"I'd like to say it won't take that long, but knowing my friends, I might be here all night," you admit.
"Alright." Hyo parks the Jeep in the driveway, exits, then moves to open your door. You offer a quiet thank you as she helps you step out, mindful of the relatively short length of your dress.
Leading the way to Jae's house, you pause before knocking. Judging by the time, it seems you arrived slightly early, which in party terms means very early. Fortunately, that likely means no other partygoers are here yet, as evidenced by the absence of parked cars in the driveway.
"Actually, Hyo?" you turn back to face her, a sheepish look on your face. "Could you maybe⌠wait outside?"
Your bodyguard raises her eyebrows, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you."
"I know that, but I think the girls will be thrown off by the fact that youâll just be standing there⌠watching us the entire night." Though your reasoning is somewhat woven with lies, it's also partly true.
Hyo remains silent, giving you an unimpressed look. "I have a job to do."
"Technically, you can do it from out here," you weakly argue. "Please, I want to feel like a normal person again. Like my life isnât constantly at risk, and I always need to be monitored."
Although you canât see the look Hyoâs giving you behind her sunglasses, you notice her posture deflating, and her shoulders falling. She releases a defeatist breath, "Fine, Iâll keep an eye out from here."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You express with a grateful smile.
"Yeah, yeah, never say I havenât done anything for you," Hyo grumbles. "Oh, and donât forget I have your location on my phone, so donât even think about sneaking out because Iâll know."
"I wouldnât dare," you joke.
"RightâŚ" your bodyguard trails off. "Iâll be waiting in the car. If you need anything, just call or text me, and Iâll be out in an instant."
"Yup, thanks!" You give Hyo a thumbs up, and with that, she retreats back to the Jeep. You watch her go, a sudden wave of guilt crashing over you.
She'd probably be much more comfortable in Jaeâs house, sitting down or enjoying the air conditioning, rather than waiting for countless hours in the Jeep while you gossip and talk to your friends. But you're in too deep now. You canât tell her the truth or let her in, or sheâll whisk you away back to the mansion, and all your white lies will have been for naught.
Biting your lip, you cast one last look at Hyo before knocking on the front door. Silence greets you for a few minutes before you hear shuffling approach the door, and it opens. Jaeâs face greets you on the other side, her eyes immediately sparkling at the sight of you.
"Oh my god!" She squeals, bringing you into a hug and squeezing you tight. "Iâm so glad youâre here!" She rocks back and forth in the hug, making you laugh giddily. "I missed you so much!" When she pulls back, sheâs wearing a pout across her red-tinted lips. "Donât ghost me for a month again, okay? Or Iâll steal you away from your wife!"
"I missed you too," you say fondly. "But weâre not married yetâ"
"Oh, come on, youâre engaged to Bada Lee! Youâre married in every sense except legally." Jae rolls her eyes playfully, though they stray a bit before landing on somethingâor rather, someoneâbehind you. "Whoâs that?" She points at the Jeep, where Hyo is sitting in the front seat, trying not to look like she's watching you.
"Thatâs Hyo Kim, my bodyguard."
"Your bodyguard?" Jae awes before pouting. "Why am I even surprised? Of course, Bada Lee would have her fiancĂŠe under lock and key." Jae grabs your hand, giving it a light squeeze before her expression shifts, a sly smile curving her lips. "So tell me, have you two done it yet? Is she dominant? Is she more of a boobs girl or an ass girlâ"
"Jae!" You shout, eyes wide and voice full of mortification. "Are you serious right now?"
"Come on, tell me! I want to know all the stuff you havenât told me over the past month. You owe it to me!" She whines.
You let out a long sigh. You suppose this is your karma for unintentionally ignoring your best friend for so long. "At least invite me in first, Jae. Donât you have any manners?" You lightly scold her.
"Oh, right." She looks behind her, realizing that while sheâs inside her home, youâre still outside the threshold, waiting for her to invite you in. She looks like sheâs about to take a step back so you can enter before she pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Wait, does she use toysâ"
"Alright, thatâs enough!" You push Jae further into her house and step inside, swinging the door shut rather loudly behind you.
Once inside, you scold her for a solid five minutes straight about manners before the two of you properly greet each other and begin a normal, casual conversationâthankfully with no mention of your and Badaâs sexual activity, or lack thereof. Instead, you're practically interrogated by Jae about every aspect of your life with Bada while you help her finish setting up for the party.
You stack up red solo cups, place beers into multiple coolers, and set out chasers. Thankfully, it doesnât take much for the two of you to finish, and once you do, you simply lounge around a bit. Jae takes the break as an opportunity to compliment how amazing you look in your dress.
"Is that Chanel?" She asks, motioning for you to do a spin.
"Yes." You nod, doing as she wishes. "Bada picked it out for me."
"I bet sheâs regretting her decision right now." Your friend giggles. "No oneâs going to be able to resist you tonight!"
"Jae, stop exaggerating." You laugh.
Your lighthearted conversation continues until slowly but surely, party guests begin to arrive. They come in small waves, all dressed much more elegantly than the average partygoer. You assume they must be some of Jaeâs rich friends that youâve heard about only in passing because you donât recognize some of them. The thought sends a small prickle of worry to the back of your mind, but you choose to ignore it for now. Instead, you greet each guest kindly, albeit rather awkwardly.
As the dark sky deepens in color, the living room starts to get more and more crowded, the rest of your friends arriving along with other guests. Min-Ji gets there first, wearing a classy black cocktail dress. She greets you with the same enthusiasm as Jae, but her demeanor is slightly more controlled, her older age shining through.
Next, Da-Eun arrives, dressed in green, and lastly, Ryung. By the time she settles in, the party is in full swing, music leaking out of speakers, and beers being passed around. Youâre fully immersed in the atmosphere, happy to be surrounded by your girls and other somewhat familiar faces. You canât lie, partying with your friends really puts into perspective the loneliness you hid behind your homeâs mansion walls.
But in contrast to your free spirit, Hyo is struggling. Multiple cars have begun to pull into the driveway, groups of people entering the house and giving her a peek inside. The home has many more people than it should for a "small gathering."Â
Her first instinct was to exit the Jeep and head toward the door to end your night prematurely, as well as tell you off for not only lying to her but also to Bada. However, through one of the windows, your silhouette peaks through, the light in the living room shining against your features and displaying your expression of pure joy as you dance with your friends and sip beer.
She stops mid-stride, conflict brewing in the confines of her mind. Deep down, she knows you deserve to enjoy yourself. Being stuck in a mansionâwhile large and full of entertainmentâis nothing compared to the comfort of being with friends, partying, and drinking. âFuck.â Hyo mutters under her breath, passing a hand through her hair in frustration. She takes another look at your smiling figure through the window, then turns back. âThe Boss is going to kill me if she finds out about this.â
She stays back in the Jeep for another hour or so, listening to the music coming from inside the house and the loud chatter, keeping an eye out while checking her phone every other minute. Your location never moves, thankfully. It seems that you have the foresight not to take it as far as sneaking away from her for some fun.
But, of course, thereâs no need for you to do so because the party is practically buzzing with energy. Couples and friends dance together, grinding and touching each other playfully, while some are playing cup pong or various other party games in corners of the room. You, on the other hand, have moved away from dancing, instead cooling off with another beer as your friends chatter amongst each other.
âYouâll never guess what happens next!â Jae grabs onto Min-Ji, tugging on her hands with poorly concealed excitement.
âWhat?â Min-Ji indulges her younger friend.
âBada stops him right before he leaves the store just by saying, âAnd where do you think you're going?ââ Jae lowers her voice and puts on a serious expression when imitating your fiancĂŠe.
âReally?â Min-Ji's eyes find your figure, a small smile curving her lips upward.
You smile back at her shyly, nodding.
âAnd then, she makes the asshole pick up her clothes from the ground!â Jae divulges.
âDoes he do it?â Da-Eun cuts in, smirking widely.
âOf course he does! Like a little worm, he picks up all the clothes and gives them to her.â Jae points at you, letting go of Min-Jiâs hands.
âBada must have a very strong presence,â Ryung comments quietly.
âMore like everyone in the store was on Badaâs payroll,â Jae snorts. âRight Unnie, didnât you say Bada has ties to half the population of Seoul?â
âYes,â you confirm. âI think everyone in that store had guns on them.â
âHow do you know?â Min-Ji asks.
âWell, they were all putting their hands in their pockets like they were going to pull out a firearm,â you reminisce. âAnd they were all staring between the man and Bada like they were waiting for her word to dispose of him.â
âItâs so crazy hearing about it.â Jae whines. âI wish I was there!â
âDonât say that.â Min-Ji scolds her. âIt must have been scary at the time, wasnât it?â She looks back at you, posing the question.
âI wasnât really scared for myself.â You shake your head. âI was more scared for the man. You should have seen the way Bada was looking at him.â
âI can imagine it now.â Jae tries to imitate a hardened and scary glare but ends up failing.
âYou just look like youâre constipated.â Da-Eun laughs loudly, pointing at a now offended Jae. The younger girl hits Da-Eun, whining about how she was really trying to look serious.
You join in laughing with Da-Eun and Min-Ji at Jae, when you suddenly feel a tug on your right hand. Your laughter dies down as you turn to face Ryung, whoâs looking between you and another corner of the room. You give her a confused look, trying to find what sheâs gazing at. âRyung? Is something wrong?â
âA woman's been staring at you since she got here.â Ryung whispers, casting her eyes to the other corner of the room.
You follow her line of sight to an unfamiliar, relatively attractive woman dressed in a loose white dress shirt and slacks. She has fiery red hair and a boyish look. Sheâs already watching you, her eyes unabashedly trailing up and down your figure, completely unbothered by the fact that you caught her staring. In fact, she smirks back at you.
You turn away from her quickly, a prickle of anxiety running up your spine. Though most would be excited at being ogled by an attractive woman, thereâs something about her gaze that unnerves you. It's like she knows something you donât.
âDo you know her?â Ryung asks, a worried look crossing her features.
âNo.â You shake your head, a trembling breath leaving your lips. âIâve never seen her before in my life.â
Da-Eun, Min-Ji, and Jae stop laughing at the sound of your nervous voice, turning to face you with questioning looks.
âWhatâs going on?â Min-Ji asks, noticing your rigid posture and Ryungâs grim expression.
Jae mutters your name, her voice becoming uncharacteristically quiet.
âThereâs this woman thatâs been staring at Unnie the entire night.â Ryung secretly motions towards you, then looks back at the woman with red hair. All of your friends' eyes follow, seeing how the woman gazes at you darkly; even with all their eyes on her, she doesnât cower. Instead, she continues to watch you.
âAlright.â Da-Eun rubs her hands together, her expression dripping with anger. âLet me go have a word with herââ
âNot so fast.â Min-Ji grabs onto Da-Eunâs arm, pulling her back and keeping her from advancing toward the woman. âJae, do you know her?â
Jae bites her lip, shaking her head. âI donât remember inviting anyone that looks like that.â
âThen let meââ Da-Eun tries to wiggle out of Min-Jiâs hold but is unsuccessful.
âDonât be so rash.â Min-Ji asserts. âLetâs just ignore her. If she decides to bother you directly, weâll be here, okay?â She looks back at you with a caring expression, placing her hand on your shoulder.
âOkay.â You agree shakily, turning your back toward the womanâs direction.
For the rest of the night, you constantly feel her eyes on you. Though you try to act normal, a spike of fear runs up your body when you see someone approach you or accidentally brush up against you while you dance with your friends. You consider asking Hyo to come get you, but you donât want to sour the mood of your friends. So you deal with her predatory gaze, and do your best to ignore her overwhelming presence.
Hyoâs eyes scan the neighborhood leisurely when a notification banner pops up at the top of her screen. Her eyes snap toward it, finding a text message from none other than her boss light up the screen. She takes in a deep breath as she presses it, her screen being moved to the message app.
Badaâs text reads, âHowâs it going?â
Hyo lets out a sigh of relief, quickly texting back, âGood, sheâs having fun.â She watches Badaâs text bubble show up soon after indicating she was writing, but it disappears a few seconds later. Hyo takes the opportunity to add, âHer friends are very lively.â
Badaâs text bubble appears again, but this time she sends a message saying, âFocus on doing your job.â Hyo huffs under her breath, exiting out of the messaging app and switching back to managing your location.
Her brief distraction keeps her from noticing a new group of men heading toward the house. Most slip in, itâs only until the last is about to cross inside that Hyo looks up, her eyes catching a baggy of white powder one of the men is carrying.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â She hisses. Immediately she exits the car, dialing Badaâs personal phone as she races up the driveway and slips into the house behind the man.
Inside, youâre slowly becoming more and more unnerved by the red-haired woman. Your friends try to take you around the living room, using the other partygoerâs bodies as a shield between you two, but she doesnât allow them to. She moves through the crowd until she has a clear view of you again, then just stands there, her gaze unwavering.
âShe really doesnât give up, huh?â Min-Ji curses under her breath.
âWhat a creep,â Da-Eun adds.
âAre you okay?â Ryung asks you.
âI donât know.â You admit, rubbing your arm uncomfortably.
âHold on,â Jae cuts in. âI think sheâs coming this way.â
Four pairs of eyes snap in the direction Jae is looking, finding the woman weaving through the crowd of partygoers in an attempt to reach you.
This time your entire body goes rigid, intense fear running through your veins as your friends rally around you, muttering comforting words. Their voices and the loud bass of the music in the background fade away, all youâre able to focus on is the woman with red hair only a few feet away from you now.
Sheâs just about to reach you when a firm grip grabs onto your arm, pulling you away from your friends. You jump at the personâs touch, instinctively trying to recoil away before you turn to see a familiar face.
âHyo.â You breathe out in relief.Â
âWeâre leaving right now.â She says firmly, pulling you through the crowd of people.Â
âHey!â Da-Eun surges forward at the sight of Hyo taking you away. âWho are youâ?â
âNo, itâs okay, thatâs her bodyguard,â Jae informs your friends.
Your friends share resounding noises of astoundment before Hyo starts to firmly push you toward the exit. You say a hurried goodbye to them, catching out of the corner of your eye the red-haired woman. Sheâs now wearing a frown as she quickly retreats into the crowd of dancing bodies, hiding away from your gaze, as well as Hyoâs.
The entirety of the drive back home is dead silent, but this time itâs not comfortable. Hyoâs lips are set into thin and firm lines, her expression unchanging as she switches lanes and drives through the jet-black night. You try to will your voice to work and make idle conversation, but the words get stuck in your throat, a deep feeling of regret pooling at the depths of your stomach.
The car ride back unfortunately felt much shorter than the ride to Jaeâs house had. One minute you're just barely pulling out of her driveway, and the next you're passing the gates into your mansion's driveway.
Hyo parks the car, exiting quickly and opening the door for you like she always does. You still say thank you, but this time she doesnât acknowledge it, she simply lets you take the lead as you begin the walk of shame into your home.
Walking through the front door, the first floor is eerily quiet, missing the sounds of Bebe walking around or talking amongst themselves. You hesitate before walking up the right spiral staircase to the second floor, then move to your right toward the direction of your bedroom.
âWeâre going this way.â Hyo breaks her silence, motioning with her thumb behind her, toward the corridor that leads to Badaâs office. You gulp but say nothing in response, instead choosing to listen to her and head toward your fiancĂŠe.Â
The sound of both your and Hyoâs footsteps echoing against the cold marble floor causes even more unease in your mind, the feeling all but tripling when you see a dark mahogany door come into view. You stop right in front of it, your legs starting to feel weak and your hands sweating. You try to build up your courage to knock on the door, but Hyoâs already a step ahead of you.
She doesnât bother to knock, she simply grabs ahold of the door handle and pushes it open. She gestures for you to head inside which you do timidly, the door closing right behind you.
Inside the office, your eyes immediately find Badaâs figure. Sheâs sitting in her chair like she always is, looking incredibly tired. And instead of wearing a soft expression at the sight of you, her face is blank, not a single wisp of emotion to be seen.Â
âSit down.â Her voice cuts through the tension in the air.
You do as she says, noting that she doesnât get up to pull your chair back for you like she normally does. âBada,â you begin, voice quiet and full of remorse.
âI heard you had fun tonight.â She cuts you off, her tone harsh. âA party, was it?â
You close your eyes in embarrassment. âIâm sorryââ
âAre you?â She interrupts you again. âTruthfully, are you?â
âYes.â You say frantically, trying to convince her. âI didnât mean for it to go this far.â
âYou had multiple opportunities to tell me the truth.â Bada asserts, her hands coming in front of her to clasp together tightly. âThe night before when I asked you about your so-called âget-together.â" She lists, "You could have told me anytime today, or Hyo when she was driving you. Instead, you unabashedly lied to my face and deceived me.â
You swear the wind is knocked out of your chest at her words. Her dark brown, almost grey eyes are cutting into yours, wounding your heart as you will something, anything out of your mute vocal cords. âPlease believe me.â
âI canât.â Bada shakes her head. âAll I asked of you was three things.â Much like she had when you first arrived at the Lee mansion, she holds up three corresponding fingers. âTell me the truth, remain loyal, and never put yourself in unnecessary danger.â She places all three fingers down. âSomehow you managed to disobey all of them in the span of a single night.â
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and heaving breaths start to build in your windpipe. You can deal with Bada being upset with you, but thereâs something about her calm disappointment that hurts you more than you could have ever imagined.
âWhat would have happened if someone at that party brought a gun, hm? What if they knew who you are to me? What if they wanted to hurt me by hurting you?â Her voice slowly rises in volume but never reaches a full yell. âMore than anything, you put yourself in danger. All for the sake of a good time.â
You hang your head in shame, acknowledging that sheâs right.
âI canât trust you anymore.â She states plainly.
Your head snaps up from its hunched position, your eyes widening at the implication of her words. âWhat? Bada, what does that mean?â
Your fiancĂŠe remains quiet for a moment, her blank look doing nothing to soothe your heightening fear. Then, she speaks up. âItâs late, you should go to sleep.â
âGo to sleep?â You cry. âBadaââ
âIâm sorry, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave.â She tears her eyes away from yours, staring to her right. âI canât look at you right now.â
Her words are the final blow to your breaking heart. You stand up from your chair loudly, attempting to hide your devastated expression as tears fall from your eyes in steady streams. You race over to the door, pull it open, and run out of the office, accidentally bumping into Hyo on your way out. You donât say anything to her, simply wanting to get as far away as possible.
Lusher, whoâd been rounding the corner about to head into Badaâs office catches sight of your teary eyes and sighs. She makes eye contact with Hyo, sharing a knowing look with her before entering the office.
âIâm not in the mood, Lusher,â Bada mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
âDonât you think you were a little too hard on her?â Lusher contends.
âShe put her life at risk,â Bada states firmly.
âShe went to a party, so what? Sheâs at the age where sheâs supposed to be having fun with her friends, clubbing and drinking.â
âShe lied to me,â Bada argues.
âListen, I know thatââ before Lusher can finish her sentence, the door to Badaâs office opens again, this time much more violently. Hyo stands in the doorway, a worried look encompassing her features.
âWhat now?â Bada snaps at her.
âBoss,â Hyo huffs. âthe keys to the Jeep are gone.â
âWhat?â Bada stands up with urgency, her blank expression morphing into nothing but unrivaled anger. âWhere did you put them?â
âI had them in my pocketââ Hyo freezes, a look of realization glinting in her eyes before she stops and runs a hand down her face in frustration. âYour fiancĂŠe pickpocketed me.â
âShe pickpocketed you?â Lusher says incredulously. âSo she just left? But itâs dangerous to be out this late, and in that dressââ
âLusher, gather all of Bebe.â Bada interrupts her, voice loud and commanding. âYou,â she points at Hyo. âfind her. Now.â
âYes, boss.â Lusher and Hyo say in unison, scrambling to do what their superior asked of them.Â
Meanwhile, Bada remains standing behind her desk, a mix of fear and unadulterated anger building in her. She feels immediate regret for the way sheâd treated and spoken to you. She never should have let you leave in such a vulnerable, and most likely intoxicated state.
She could never forgive herself if something happened to you because of your argument. She slams her hands down on her desk, almost breaking it with the amount of force she uses.
Bada storms out of her office, heading down the corridor toward her bedroom, pushing the door open before heading toward her bedside table. She opens the first drawer, revealing a black pistol. She grabs it, about to exit her bedroom when her eyes catch the portrait of her mother hanging just above her bedside table. She takes a moment to face it, her face morphing into a grim expression.Â
âI wonât fail you, mother.â
Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Minah, Chehe, and Soweon, otherwise known as Bebe are all gathered in the armory room, guns in their hands. Lusher dons a sniper, Tatter a pump shotgun, Kyma a handgun, Minah a rifle, Cheche a break action, and Soweon a pistol.
âShe managed to pickpocket Hyo?â Soweon exclaims, loading her pistol with bullets. âHow is that possible?â
âShe must not be as innocent as we thought.â Cheche comments. âOut of all of us, Hyo is the most alert and aware of her surroundings. She has some skill.â
âEnough talking.â Lusher cuts in, clicking a magazine into her sniper. âWeâre wasting time. Boss wants us to find her as soon as possible.â
Bebe falls into line, following their second-in-command to the first level of the Lee mansion where Hyo is, tapping her foot against the marbled floor impatiently.
âDo you know where she is?â Badaâs booming voice causes all her subordinates to freeze. Itâs brimming with urgency, and full of poison.
Hyo looks up at where her boss is standing at the top of the spiral staircase, her aura demonstrating absolute authority. âI think sheâs lost her phone.â
âWhat do you mean?â Tatter speaks up.
âThe location stopped moving right in front of her friend, Jaeâs house. But itâs not inside, itâs farther down the road.â
The room becomes astoundingly quiet, so silent you could most certainly hear a pin drop. Although no one has the heart to say it, they all know the truth. Youâve been taken.
But then, Badaâs heavy footsteps begin descending the stairs, her eyes alit with a fiery passion and her eyes fixed into a firm glare.
âWeâre finding my fiancĂŠe.â She demands. âAnd if sheâs not home by the end of the night, itâll be your head on a pike.â She points at Hyo, her pistol held firmly in her other hand.
âYes, Boss,â Hyo says fearlessly. Truthfully, she felt partially at fault for what had happened. If she had only brought you home the second she realized you were throwing a party, or if she paid more attention when you bumped into her, you would be here, safe.Â
Before they can all head out, Badaâs phone buzzes in her pocket. She stops, pulling it out and observing the caller ID. Her eyes widen when she sees it, immediately pressing the answer button and holding the phone up to her ear. She mutters your name into the speaker, causing all of Bebe to freeze and look at her in shock.
âWhere are you?â Bada says, voice soft and full of worry.
âHello?â A voice that is most certainly not yours greets her ears.
Badaâs expression shifts immediately, her eyes narrowing to slits and her voice dropping. âWho the fuck is this?â
âAre you Bada Lee?â The voice says hurriedly.
âYes. How did you get this phone? Where is my fiancĂŠe?â Bada demands.
âThis is Jae, Unnieâs best friend.â
âJae?â Bada says, her tone calming the slightest bit. âWhere is she?â
âBada, you need to come here quick.â She cries. âUnnie called me a few minutes ago saying she wanted to stay the night with me, but right when I saw her pulling into the driveway, another car parked beside her, and I think they took her!â
Badaâs hands form fists as she motions with her head for Bebe to go into the garage full of cars. They do so immediately, piling into a modified and armored SUV with a sunroof. Lusher sits behind the wheel while Hyo takes the passengerâs seat. The rest of the girls sit in the back, guns positioned in their laps, Minah poking out of the sunroof with her rifle propped up in front of her.
Bada follows after them, getting into her personal, fortified sports car as the door to the garage slowly begins to open. She puts Jae on speaker, âDid you see who took her?â
âIt was dark, but I recognized one person,â Jae confirms. âIt was this woman who was at the party I threw for Unnie. She was staring at her the entire night like a creep.â
âWhat does she look like?â Bada asks through her teeth.
âSheâs wearing a white dress shirt, a pair of black pants⌠oh, and she has very vibrant, red hair!â
Bada pulls up next to Bebeâs car, her eyes meeting Lusherâs, a new type of rage building in her irises. âSeong.â
When you awake from your slumber thereâs a pounding ache at the back of your head, and your eyes are blurry. You blink as you try to gather your bearings and sit up, but your arms are held behind your back by something. You start to panic, your head whipping around as you begin to remember what had happened just before you lost consciousness.
Youâd been driving the Jeep toward Jaeâs house whilst sobbing uncontrollably, realizing that your selfishness would most likely cost you your engagement to Bada.
When you were a few minutes away from Jae, you called her with trembling hands, breathing heavily into your phone.
Your friend muttered your name into the phone, sounding like sheâd just woken up.
âIâm sorry.â Your voice shook with emotions. âIs it okay if I stay with you for the night?â
âOf course,â Jae answered immediately. âBut whatâs wrong? Have you been crying?â
âBada and I got into a fight.â You admitted. âI think sheâs going to call off the engagement.â
âWhat?â Jaeâs incredulous voice rang out of the phone.
âIâll tell you everything in a second, Iâm right next to your house.â You made a left into Jaeâs neighborhood, finding the lights in her house on. You parked a little further down the street, seeing stray liquor bottles and red solo cups littering her lawn, most likely thrown away by her drunk party guests. âOkay, Iâm here.â
âWhere?â Jaeâs figure approached the window that oversaw her driveway, her eyes squinting as she tried to discern your body from the pitch-darkness of the night. âI donât see you.â
You sniffled into the microphone, switching hands as you climbed out of the Jeep and waved your hands to get Jaeâs attention. âTo your right.â
Jaeâs eyes shifted in your direction, and after searching for a few minutes her eyes shone with recognition. âOh, I see you!â She waved back at you, the interaction distracting you to the point where you didnât hear a car pull up next to you until people were clambering out of it, their heavy footfalls approaching you.
You jumped when you felt an arm grab you, gasping and struggling against their grip. âLet me go!â
Jaeâs voice came out of your phone, saying your name, but before you could answer her or call out for help, something hard hit you in the back of your head and caused you to fall limp into your kidnapper's arms. But before you fully lost consciousness, you caught a brief glint of red hair from the corner of your eye.Â
âNo.â You whisper, reality finally settling in. âNo, no, no.â You try to move your hands, but your eyes find them secured behind your back with handcuffs. You struggle against them, trying to wiggle your hands out but theyâre closed tight against your flesh, making the steel rub your skin raw. You hiss in pain but continue trying until your wrists are red. You try to move toward the wall behind you, leaning on it to help you stand up.
Once on your feet, you stomp on the floor, trying to break the heel of your platform heels. You repeat your action a few times on each foot until part of the heel breaks off, leaving you with shoes that are easier to run in. You huff out in exhaustion, but youâre not done yet. Using the wall once again, you attempt to get your arms in front of you by jumping and pulling your arms under you. Thankfully, youâre successful, and let out a breathy laugh of victory.Â
 You slide down the wall, taking a small break when you suddenly hear footsteps coming close to the room youâre trapped in. Your eyes widen in fear as you try to back away further from the door.
âLook whoâs awake.â The woman with red hair enters the room, her voice coming out in a sing-song.
âWho are you?â You rasp, sitting up tall. Although youâre terrified out of your mind, you know better than to show it.Â
âThe nameâs Seong, sweetheart.â She smirks, one of her lackeys trailing after her. âAnd you have something I want.â You stare back at her as she gets closer to you, bending down so youâre at eye level. âNot going to ask me what it is?â
You say nothing, instead just keep eye contact with her, never once wavering under her unnerving gaze.
âAh, we have a strong one here.â Seong laughs heartily. âI can see why Bada keeps you around.â
Mentally, you curse at yourself. Of course youâd been kidnapped as some sort of leverage piece between this woman and Bada. Sheâs most likely one of the rival gangs thatâd been waiting for the chance to pounce at an opening to get through to Bada. And youâd stupidly given her the perfect opportunity.
âWellâŚâ Seongâs voice drops, chills running down your spine as her eyes lower to your figure. âIâm guessing she doesnât just appreciate your banter, huh?â She reaches out to touch you, her cold hands dragging across your collarbones. âSo prettyâŚâ
âDonât touch me.â You spit, tone dripping with disgust as you recoil away from her.
âSo lively too.â Seong chuckles.
âBadaâs going to come get me.â You cut in, glaring at the woman with fiery hair.
âOh yes, Iâm counting on that.â Seong smiles. âYou know, she owes me a lot of money.â She stands up and begins to pace around the room. âMy father and her father used to work together back in the day. But once Lee died and your little wife took over his business, she cut ties with him. Apparently, selling drugs is too âcorruptâ for her.â She scoffs loudly, the sound full of resentment and anger. âMy father lost all his connections. He had to start selling to junkies on the streets, and now heâs running out of money.â
She stops in front of you again, a twisted smile stretching across her face.
âBring him in,â Seong says to the lackey behind her. He follows her orders, trailing out of the room before he returns minutes later, a man shuffling behind him. When the man steps into the low light of the room, you audibly gasp and your eyes widen. âRemember him?â Seong stands next to the manâthe same man from the mall. The man thatâd harassed you, and had been humiliated by Bada.
Here he stands, the right side of his face swollen and colored in grotesque combinations of yellow and purple bruises.
âYou.â The man rasps, his eyes shining with a crazy glint.
âThis man right here was beaten half to death by Bada when I found him lying on the street.â Seong pats his shoulder. âImagine my surprise when he told me how heâd accidentally hit on the Bada Leeâs fiancĂŠe, and almost gotten himself killed because of it.â She circles around the man. âFinding you after that didnât take much. And look at you nowâŚâ
âLying on the floor like some pathetic bitch.â The man spits. âHow does it feel?â
âGo to hell.â You snap at him, eyes set in a glare.
âYou should be careful how you speak to me.â The man warns you, walking closer before he bends down in front of you. âYouâre the one whoâs restrained, and at our mercy.â
âAnd yet despite that, itâll be your blood that stains this floor when Bada finds me.â You retaliate.
The manâs face screws up in anger, and in a flash, he grabs onto your necklace, using it to tug you forward painfully. âYou bitchââ
Your eyes go wide as you watch your necklaceâBadaâs motherâs necklaceâstretch in his hold. âNoââ you choke out, using what little control you have of your hands to slug them against his face, taking his hands off the necklace. But unfortunately, his strength ends up ripping it off your neck, the broken jewelry falling onto the ground. âNo!â You cry, scrambling over to the necklace, trying to grab it with your hands.
The man turns to face you, wearing a look of anger youâd never seen before in your life. He raises his fist, about to punch you when a hand stops him from doing so.
âNow, now, letâs not get too caught up in our anger.â Seong pulls the man away from you and pushes him toward the door. âWeâll have our fun once Bada arrives, believe me. You can do the honors of killing her if you really want to.â
Seong follows the man out of the room, her lackey trailing behind her before she stops to give you one final look, and closes the door to your room, leaving you trembling and in almost complete darkness.
In the raven black of the night, Bada, Tatter, Chehe, Hyo, Kyma, Minah, and Soweon stand at the door to Seongâs hideout, guns held tightly in their hands. Bada turns to look at a building across the street, holding a thumbs up in the air. Atop the building is Lusher, her sniper propped up against the ledge of the roof, her scope focused on Badaâs signal. She traces the red dot coming from her sniper around Badaâs thumb, indicating sheâs ready.
âLusherâs in position.â Bada turns back to face Bebe, nodding at them. âLetâs not waste any more time.â
âYes, Boss.â They all parrot in response.
Bada turns to face the doorknob, pointing her gun at it before shooting. Tatter steps up first, shouldering the door open with intense force, making it swing open and reveal Seongâs hideout. Some lackeys that had been standing around jump at the sudden intrusion, their hands instinctively reaching for their guns. But all of Bebeâs members are twice as fast and skilled. Tatter shoots down one man with her shotgun while the rest of Bebe pile in, backing her up and mulling down the waves of oncoming men like theyâre bugs.
Bada steps in last, shooting a man who was running in as backup, then shooting another who almost managed to get a shot in on Minah. She charges forward without fear, cutting through the mess of flying bullets and punching one of Seongâs men in the gut, then shooting him between the eyes. His blood splatters against the side of her suit as she kicks his body away, continuing her advance until she makes it out of the entrance of the hideout, and into a split hallway.
Bada keeps her pistol trained up and ears keen as she hears Lusherâs sniper bullets break through glass windows and hit some of the men still flocking to the entrance. An emergency alarm begins to blare in the hideout, red lights bathing Badaâs figure as she studies both paths ahead of her.
Suddenly to her right, she hears loud footsteps approaching and whips around to face a man running down the hallway. Thinking quickly, she shoots him in the foot before he has the chance to reach for his gun. He falls to the floor, screaming in pain whilst clutching his wounded foot. Bada walks over to him, kicking his gun away then aiming her pistol at his head.
âWhere is she?â She yells over the loud, blaring alarm.
âI donât know who youâre talking about.â The lackey wails.
âYes you do. Tell me or Iâll kill you!â Bada places her pistol on the manâs forehead, making his pathetic wailing increase.
âOkay, okay, just please donât shoot me!â He begs.
Bada grabs the man by his clothes, hoisting him up and pushing him forward, causing him to stumble and almost fall onto the floor again. âShow me the way, now!â
The man cries as he hobbles forward, leading her in your direction.
âFifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-sevenâŚâ your voice mutters amidst the silence, keeping track of the minutes passing by since Seong left. You stare at the steel door separating you from your freedom, hoping with every minute you count, Bada gets closer to finding and rescuing you.
Itâs at minute forty-two when bright, red lights flood your room, blinding you and throwing you off your count as loud alarms sound outside. You sit up, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
âBadaâŚâ you sigh in relief. She came for you.
Another five minutes pass before you hear movement coming towards your room, making you scramble towards the door. But when it opens, youâre not greeted by the sight of your fiancĂŠe. No, instead, Seong rushes inside, her red hair ruffled and her breaths uneven as she closes the door behind her.
âFuckingââ She mutters, her eyes finding you instantly.
âI told you.â You smirk. âYouâre all dead.â
Seong stares back at you silently before charging up to you and slapping you across the face. You shriek and recoil back as she breaks into manic laughter, pulling out a gun from her pocket. âMaybe, but if I die, youâre coming with me, sweetheart.â She clicks the safety off, her finger in position to press against the trigger when three loud bangs come from outside your prison, making you scramble back in shock, and Seong turn to face the door.
A long moment of tense silence follows before the door to your prison slowly creeks open, Seong gulping as the hand holding her gun starts to tremble. Right before the door fully swings open, a shot is fired from the person outside, grazing Seongâs cheek and making her cower away.
She runs over to you, picks you up from the floor and holds onto you by your throat, her gun pressed up against your temple. "Don't get any closer, Bada Lee,â Seong yells, digging her fingers into your throat. âor Iâll kill her!â
Bada side-steps away from the door, revealing one of Seongâs men dead behind her, blood leaking from his foot and his forehead. âLet her go, Seong,â Bada demands. âYour problem is with me, not with her.â
âBut thatâs just the thing, isnât it? When you hurt one person, the people you care about suffer!â Seong laughs maniacally. âYou had no mercy for my family, so why should I have any for yours?â
âYou did all of this because I refused to sell your drugs?â Bada spits, her voice dripping with venom. âYouâre pathetic, just like your father.â
Seongâs face reflects sheer anger in response to Badaâs words. Sheâs about to pull the trigger of her gun when Bada shoots first. She hits Seong in the knee, causing her to collapse and shoot the ceiling instead of you. You scramble away as Bada lunges forward, tackling Seong and knocking the gun out of her hand before she can try to shoot at you again.
Unfortunately, Seong is strong as well and fights back against Bada for her gun, both trading blows with each other until Seong manages to get Badaâs gun from her grasp. She pistol whips Bada in the face, giving her a cut across the nose as Bada falls to the floor, blood falling from her wound.
âNot so tough now, huh, Lee?â Seong screams as she points Badaâs very own gun at her.
âYou should know that even if you kill me,â Bada says through heaving breaths, âyouâll still never make it out of this building alive.â
Seong bares her teeth at Bada, pushing her gun closer to her temple. âYouâll still be dead.â
âDonât!â You scream, emerging from behind Seong, holding her gun. âPut the gun down or Iâll shoot.â
Seong clicks her tongue, laughing condescendingly as she turns to face you. âYou donât have the guts to kill me.â
âBut I do.â Bada jabs her fist into Seongâs stomach, knocking the woman off of her and the air out of her lungs. Bada takes her gun back and places it in her pocket as the woman with red hair heaves against the floor, her eyes the size of saucers.
Bada walks over to your trembling figure, her gaze soft as her hands come up to grab yours that are still holding onto Seongâs gun.
âItâs okay, youâre okay.â She whispers tenderly into your ear, bringing you against her chest as she quietly soothes your shaky breaths.
âI thought you wereââ You begin, the words falling from your mouth through gasps.
âI know, I know.â She shushes you. âEverythingâs all right now. Give me the gun, honey.â You let go of Seongâs gun, allowing Bada to take it into her hands as she faces the red-haired woman whoâs writhing on the floor. âYou should have known better than to touch the people I care about, Seong.â Badaâs voice is cold, and more charged with rage than youâve ever heard her carry before. âYouâll always be your fatherâs waste of a daughter.â
Through Seongâs choking breaths, you hear a sob wrack her voice, tears falling from her eyes and running down the sides of her face.
Before Bada pulls the trigger, her unoccupied hand comes down to shield your eyes. âDonât look,â She whispers softly, âand cover your ears.â With tears streaming down your face, you plug your ears and shut your eyes, a deafening shot following soon after. A few minutes pass before you feel Bada move you around, hugging you close to her chest as she breathes a sigh of relief. âItâs over.â
Itâs like the floodgates open at the sound of Badaâs soothing voice because you start to sob violently into her chest, wishing you could cling onto her, but you canât your hands still restrained by handcuffs. âBada.â You cry, burying your face into her warm body heat.
âI know, Iâm so sorry.â She whispers. âI came as fast as I could.â
âI thought she was going to shoot you.â You sob. âI was so scaredââ
âShh, itâs all right honey, I promise. Iâm okay.â She pats the back of your head before pulling away to gaze into your eyes. Theyâre wide and filled with tears, but so infinitely beautiful to her. Bada wipes your tears away with her thumb, smiling softly at you. She takes a step back, taking off her suit jacket before placing it onto your shoulders and rubbing up and down your arms. âLetâs go home, okay?â
Badaâs room is warm, the atmosphere a far cry from the prison youâd been held in. You sit on Badaâs fluffy bed, staring into the distance with a faraway expression while waiting for her to return.
Thankfully she does as soon as the thought crosses your mind. She makes her presence known by knocking gently on the wood of her bedroom door. âCan I come in?â
âYes.â You croak.
Bada enters the room with a mug of piping tea in one hand, and uses her unoccupied one to close the door behind her. She sits next to you on the bed, handing you the mug while muttering a soft warning about how hot it is.
âThank you.â You say quietly, taking the drink and blowing on it.
Bada places her big hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently as she looks into your downcast eyes. âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter now that youâre here.â You admit, staring at the ripples in the tea caused by your breath.
âIâm glad.â Badaâs eyes move from yours to your hands, noticing how red and raw your wrists are. She removes her hand from your thigh, gently touching your wrist so she can turn it over to get a better look at it. âShould I get you some pain medicine?â
âNo.â You answer quickly, your eyes shooting up from your tea and meeting hers. âStay with me, please.â
Bada nods silently, rubbing the skin just above your wrist. âIâm sorry.â She whispers grimly. âYou got hurt because of me.â
You stare at Bada with an incredulous look, shaking your head rapidly. âItâs all my fault. If I hadnât lied to you and went to that party, Seong would have never been able to get to meââ
âYou went to that party because you missed your friends,â Bada argues back lightly. âI deprived you of a social life in my obsession with keeping you safe, and look at where it got us.â
âBada Lee, this is not your fault.â You say firmly. âYou saved my life.â
Bada looks like she wants to argue more, but holds herself back. The silence between you two allows your still-racing mind to catch up, and you suddenly sit up, eyes wide and full of sorrow.
"What is it?" Bada questions, noticing your expression.
"Bada..." you trail off, turning to the side to grab something you'd hidden. Facing her again, her mother's broken necklace is in the palm of you hand. "I'm so sorry. I tried to keep it safe..."
Bada takes the necklace out of your hand and holds it up in front of you both. "I don't care."
"What?" You breathe incredulously. "But Bada, it was your mother'sâ"
"And it can be fixed." She says softly. âIâm just glad youâre safe.â
Your look of shock melts into a sappy smile. âMe too.â You agree, placing your mug-free hand on top of Badaâs. She moves her hand around, weaving your fingers together tenderly as her thumb swipes across the skin of your hand.
âDid Seong hurt you anywhere else?â Bada asks, scanning your face for injuries.
You turn your face to your right, showing her your left cheek, which is now slightly bruised. âShe slapped me.â
Badaâs eyes take in your injured cheek, a storm of emotions flashing in her irises for nothing more than a split second before she masks it with a caring expression. She brings up your arm so that itâs in front of her, places her lips on your hurt wrist, then she brings it back down and brushes her other hand across your left cheek. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to each of the growing bruises.
When sheâs done she leans back, nothing but pure care in her eyes as she gazes at you.
âCan I ask you something?â You mumble, butterflies dancing in the pit of your stomach.
âYou can ask me anything, honey,â Bada whispers, tracing shapes onto your hands.Â
âYou always kiss my injuries.â You point out, careful to keep your voice sweet so she knows you like her display of affection. âIs there a reason why?â
Badaâs eyes leave yours for a brief moment, finding something above your head and gazing there before her eyes move back to you. âMy mother, she used toâŚâ she trails off, âshe used to do that when I was younger. It always made me feel better.â
You smile softly at Bada, warmth flooding your veins. âThatâs beautiful.â
She smiles back at you, muttering a soft thank you. You both allow a comfortable silence to fill the room until an idea pops into your head.
You quickly place your mug of tea on Badaâs beside table, then turn to face her. She gives you a confused expression when you take both of her hands and lift them up. Badaâs long fingers curl against yours, displaying her bloody and bruised knuckles. You lean down, placing a soft kiss next to each of them, unable to see how Badaâs eyes widen at your actions until you pull away.
When you look back at her, sheâs looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You smile at her, then lean up, placing one final kiss on her nose, right below the cut Seong made.
Pulling away for the final time, Bada brings you closer to her, missing your warmth as she touches her forehead to yours and closes her eyes.
âPlease never leave me again.â
â should my hands be stained with blood, let them be so, solely for you. â
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In honor of pajama Jamil, Fellow should drop his nighttime routine too.
So tell me, do you wanna go?
âMy nighttime routine?â Fellow repeated your words slowly. They made sense apart, but not together.
He was squashed on a thin, dusty mattress, shoved away into a corner of an attic. Fellow had shed his suit and top had for a sleeveless shirt, boxers (red and white vertical striped, like a classic carnival tent), and ratty socks, a big toe poking out from a hole. Next to him, Gidel laid on his side in an oversized shirt and pants, yawning.
Night had descended, leaving only the golden circle provided by a waning candle as a light source. You leaned closer, out of the darkness and into the illuminated safety of their corner, nodding.
âHah. I was shocked when first saw those fancy schmancy âroutinesâ. Thousands of thaumarks on skincare products, entire yoga sessions before bed, preparing a set of clothes for sleeping in, feasting and then passing out from a food coma⌠Who has the time or energy to commit to those?!
âGiddie and I, we do the basics. If we can find a source of waterâa river or somethingâweâll wash in there. Ah, and weâve gotta have dinner beforehand, in case any of it spills on our clothes. Then weâd have to wash those off too. We tend to eat fast. Canât let food sit around uneaten for too long, or itâll go bad.
âI keep some things for our travels, but itâs not much. Weâve whittled down our last bar of soap to a few scraps, and I think weâve just about squeezed all we can out of our last tube of toothpaste. Our toothbrushes are getting pretty ratty too, weâll need new ones soonâŚâ
The candlelight seemed to make Fellow appear older, especially when he spoke of his hardships. The darkness of his pupils more intense, almost pulsating, his weariness put on show.
âWeâre lucky to even have a place to sleep tonight. Worst comes to worst, we sleep under the stars in the clothes we wore during the day. Thatâs all we have to really call ours: the clothes on our back and the freedom that comes with it.â
A weak thread of joy sounded in the mention of freedom. Lighter, breathier, like a bird in flight, unbound by the land.
âSome nights,â Fellow admitted with a bitter laugh, âitâs hard to sleep at all. If it rains or snows, if we havenât had a decent fill of food from the dayâs work⌠The cold, the hunger, the dread of an uncertain tomorrow, keeps us up.â
âThat sounds rough,â you frowned. âHow do you manage to fall asleep like that?â
âI have my ways. When reality is too hard to deal with, youâve got your imagination to fall back on for a distraction. Weâll look at the stars, try to find shapes and meanings in them, talk until weâre tired.â Fellow prodded Gidel with a finger. âRight, Giddie? Remember that story I told you about a girl with the matchsticks? And the big bear in the sky?â
Gidel nodded sleepily. Another yawnâhis lids were heavy.
Fellowâs own eyes fluttered. He, too, yawned, catching the dregs of sleep that had fallen over his companion.
âHaha, looks like youâve talked yourself tired already,â you said, careful to keep your volume down. âIâll let you guys catch up on your Zs then.â
âIâm not tired,â he insisted, but there was little fight in his voice.
âShhhhh, shhhh. Itâs okay. Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day,â you gently coaxed.
His lids lowered, flickering in a futile effort to stay awake.
The dying candlelight compelled him. The steady and soft cadence of your words, a lullaby.
Fellow fell asleep, Gidel hugging him as though the fox were a massive stuffed animal. He slumped, nestled the boy protectively.
â⌠Good night,â you murmured.
You blew out the candle, sentencing the room to the realm of darkness and dreams.
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If Andriel ever got married, this would be the Foxes speeches in my opinion:
AaronÂ
âWhen I met Neil I hated his guts. He was arrogant, he had an attitude problem, he lacked any kind of authenticity,â
âIs there a compliment there somewhere, Minyard?â
âShut it, Josten. Iâm trying to say something.âÂ
âActually, itâs Josten-Minyard now, thank you very much.âÂ
âSo, I think you all know what I mean. Self absorbed, egoistic asshole. Unfortunately he makes my brother happy and I think we all know that making Andrew happy is one of the hardest jobs there is. For the longest time I had no idea what all of you saw in that idiot. He waltzed into our lives and immediately settled himself in all of your hearts. I have no idea when and how it happened and Iâm a little tipsy and will refuse the implications of saying any of this tomorrow, but somehow that bastard managed to get to me too. Neil, you are an asshole and Iâm so thankful to have you as my brother in law. If it wasnât for you I would probably have zero contact with my brother in the first place and Iâm glad that you stumbled into our lives. I wish you both nothing but the best.âÂ
Kevin
âWhen I first made a deal with Andrew I knew that I would have a hard time keeping my end of it. For those of you who donât know, I promised Andrew to find him something to live for. Back then I thought it was going to be Exy. I know, I know it's very predictable of me, but come on how can you not love Exy? Okay, okay, donât boo me Andrew I'm getting to the point, jesus. Tough crowd. As we all know Andrew doesnât care about Exy to this day. He would be a much better player if he did- Auch! Did you just throw a fork at me? What are you? An Animal? I found you a husband and all I get is hate. Neil was the way I kept my end of the deal. I admit, I wasnât frilled at first about their relationship. It derailed Neilâs focus from Exy, but at the end of the day it helped two of the most important people in my life be happy, so Iâm happy. To Andrew and Neil!â
Renee
âAs the maid of honor, I have to fulfill my duty and embarrass the groom a little bit. When Neil first joined the foxes Andrew was gone for him from the start. Donât make that face, Andrew. You know itâs true. I had to hear over and over again about âthat stupid idiotâ. When they finally got together I was over the moon. I couldnât think of two other people who fit together so well, apart from me and my wife, of course. You two had to walk through literal hell to get to this point and Iâm so proud of you. I hope that God wonât throw any more hardships your way, but even if they do I know that you will be able to survive them, together.âÂ
Matt
âMy best friend got hitched!!! Yes, people. Come on, a sound of applause to the newlyweds! Oh, Neil. The day I found out about you two was a day filled with so much new information yet this was what shocked me the most. At first I was scared for your life and sanity, but you both proved time and time again that you are perfect for each other. Andrew, Iâm so sorry for ever doubting you. There is no one out there better for Neil and Iâm so glad he has you. Cheers!âÂ
Dan
âNeil, the day you joined the foxes was the day that everything finally clicked into place. You were the last missing piece of the puzzle and I will be forever grateful to you for changing the whole dynamic of the team. You are like a little brother to me and I never wish for any harm to come your way ever again. Andrew, thank you so much for protecting him. For protecting all of us, even if we didnât always know that that's what you were doing. We had our differences, but Iâm so happy that you are a part of my family.âÂ
Allison
âI was kind of mad, when I found out you two werenât eloping after all. Donât get me wrong, Iâm glad to be here, but I had a lot of money riding on it and you all know how much I hate losing bets. Neil, what you see in that guy I will never understand, but I can see that he makes you happy. Your face looks like you are holding a banana and it is a little embarrassing. No, don't show me pictures from my wedding, Neil. This is photoshop, I did not look that ridiculous. Anyway, I can see that Andrew is good for you so you two have my blessing. Andrew, you have found a gem, donât you dare take him for granted.âÂ
Nicky
âHello everyone, are you having fun? Glad to hear it. I just wanted to point out that if the grooms have organized any of this it would be fucking terrible. Did you seriously bring a knife to your own wedding, Andrew? You can wave that thing at me all day long, I know you are just a bark with no bite. Love made you softer. This is the most important wedding I have ever attended. Sorry, my love. My other cousin had deprived me of my God given right to attend his and,âÂ
âFor fucks sake, Nicky. Will you let it go if I let you plan a party for us?âÂ
âYes! You heard that people. You can expect another awesome party like this coming soon. Neil, you have entered our little family and I knew that you would shake things up from the get go. I had never imagined that we would end up like this, but Iâm so glad we did. I love you and Iâm so happy that you are now legally binded to us even though there was no need for a piece of paper to prove that we are where you belong. Andrew, Iâm so glad that you found someone who makes your whole face light up. All I ever wanted for you was to be happy and Iâm so glad you found it with Neil. I love you both so much.âÂ
Wymack
âWhy all of you didnât know that these two knuckleheads were bound to end up together from the beginning I will never understand. It was so fucking obvious and you are all bunch of idiots. Thatâs it, thatâs the speech. To the newlyweds!â
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Taking Up the Mantle
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Whumptober 2024 - Day 5 - Alternative Prompt: Forgotten
Rated: G | Words: 1939
Omega embraces him the moment Echo steps off his ship, her chin now able to hook over his shoulder without him bending down at all. âWelcome home, brother,â she says warmly.Â
âItâs good to be home,â he says, pulling back, but keeping his hand on her arm. âYouâve grown a bit.âÂ
Omega grins and shrugs. âA bit,â she agrees.Â
âWhere are the boys?â Echo asks, noticing their absence from the landing platform.
âSupply run,â Omega says, âbut they should be back later tonight or tomorrow morning.âÂ
They start walking toward the house, Omega linking her arm through Echoâs.Â
âThe supply run was a three man job?â Echo asks with a chuckle.Â
Omega bumps against him playfully. âThey get stir-crazy once in a while, so they all make an excuse to go. Sometimes I go with them, and sometimes I get the house to myself.âÂ
Echo laughs at that. âWell, weâll get some time to catch up then.âÂ
âAbout thatâŚâ Omega says, the lightness of her voice vanishing. âI found something you need to see.âÂ
Echo stops walking, pulling Omega to a stop. âWhat is it?âÂ
Omega tries to smile reassuringly. âItâs nothing to be worried about, I promise. I just found something that I thinkâŚwell, I hopeâŚit will give you some closure.â
The assurance does nothing to ease the tension twisting like a knot in Echoâs chest. In fact, it feels substantially worse somehow. What in the galaxy could Omega know that would give Echo closure. Closure for what? Heâd made peace with many tragedies in his life. It had become second nature, to bury and move on. A soldier couldnât linger in what-ifs, not if they wanted to honor those who had gone before them or save those who would follow.Â
âIâll tell you everything when we get to the house,â Omega promises, dark eyes sorrowful and kind. Wise beyond her young years. But she isnât so young anymore, Echo remembers, and she has lived longer than any of them, really.Â
âAlright,â Echo relents and smiles if only to sooth the concern creasing Omegaâs brow as she watches him.Â
The rest of the walk to the house is Omega updating Echo on the island and its inhabitants they have come to know as good friends. The Batch have adapted well to domesticated life overall, if their domicile, as Tech would have called it, is anything to go by. A raised bed garden carefully tended, island flowers tamed and climbing the lattice. They are proud of their new life, and it shows. Theyâve earned it, and Echo is happy his brothers have found peace. They call it his home too, even if he spends most of his time away. The chaotic brothers who took him in so long ago still keep him grounded like an anchor.Â
âIâll make us some tea,â Omega says the moment they are through the front door. Echo canât help but smile at that, even with the apprehension looming. Omega is more like him in that way, enjoying a mild cup of tea over the pungent boldness of caf.Â
âSounds great,â he says, shedding his outer jacket and putting it on his hook in the entryway.Â
He takes his pack to the room he shares with Hunter when he visits, dropping it on his bed and digging through it until he finds the trinket heâd found for Omega. It is a piece of wire twisted to look like a tooka. He wonders now if sheâll think itâs childish; however, on his way back to the main room, he passes by Omegaâs open bedroom door and sees Lula perched proudly on her bed, the worn stuffed animal more faded than it was when he first met Wreckerâs beloved toy.Â
He hears Omega clattering around in the kitchen, her voice speaking softly to someone. He goes in and finds the droid, AZI, hovering underfoot, Omega moving around him effortlessly.Â
âEcho!â AZI cries when he sees him. âOmega has been upgrading my systems.âÂ
âThat so?â Echo asks conversationally, sitting down at the table where Omega has already put his favorite mug full of hot water. He can smell the aroma of his favorite tea steeping inside.Â
âIndeed!â crows AZI, whirring over to his side. âShe has found several glitches, as well as lapses in my memory banks.âÂ
âAZI,â Omega cuts the little droid off, her tone a warning, âWeâll get to that in a minute.âÂ
Echo tries to ignore the knot continuing to tighten in his chest.Â
Omega slides into the chair across from Echo. She takes a deep breath and begins, âMonths before the end of the Clone Wars, Nala Se was gone for several days. Usually, sheâd leave AZI with me, but not this time. She told me that he had been tampered with by a trooper and had to be repaired. When I tried to ask more questions, Nala Se got angry with me and told me to leave the matter alone. It was not for me to worry about.âÂ
Echo frowns, unsure what any of this had to do with him. It will give you some closure.
âWhen AZI finally returned to the lab, he had no memory of anything that had happened. His memory banks had been wiped, and at the time, I didnât know how to retrieve lost data. Although, it was more curiosity that made me try than fear of what happened. After all, I trusted Nala Se. If she said I didnât need to know, then I didnât.
âI forgot all about the incident, and in light of everything that happened after the war ended, it seemed unimportant.â Omega picks up a data pad that had been left on the table. âThen, a few days ago, AZI was experiencing glitches in his internal systems. I programmed a software update, and went through his data files to find any broken links in his code. Thatâs when I found this. The file was so small, and had been removed from his main memory banks, so I decided to translate it.â She slides the data pad across the table.Â
Echo picks it up, the screen a series of ones and zeroes. Binary.Â
01001001 01001101 01010000 01001111 01010010 01010100 01000001 01001110 01010100 00111010 00100000 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01100001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01000110 01101001 01110110 01100101 01110011 00101110 00100000
His grip on the data pad goes slack and it clatters to the table, nearly landing on his mug.Â
Echo can read binary as well as he can read Basic. The Techno Union made sure of that. IMPORTANT: His name is Fives.
Omega flinches. âAre you okay?â she asks softly.Â
Echoâs mouth feels dry, his throat tight. He tries to regain his composure, but his voice is thick when he asks, âWhat does it mean? Why did he have this?âÂ
It is AZI that answers him. âIt was important that I remembered his name. He told me that clones do not use numbers anymore. He was my friend.âÂ
âHow did you know him?â Echo asks. âYou were on KaminoâŚâ
âARC Trooper Fives was brought to Kamino for medical observation,â AZI says. His eyes flicker, and he doesnât say anymore.Â
âI recovered as much of the wiped data from those dates as I could,â Omega says. âIt seems AZI was able to hide some memory files in his core programming before the wipe.âÂ
âThat is against protocol,â AZI adds, âBut Fives was excellent at not following protocol when it was important to do so. I followed his example.âÂ
Omega smiles. âI found some footage that AZI recorded. There isnât much, but I thought you would want to see it.âÂ
Echo nods. He feels numb. Maybe itâs the shock of realizing heâs been so close to this data all along, the files hidden so deep, but he could have found them if heâd looked. But he never thought to, never triedâŚFives was so close all along.
AZI backs away from the table, and a holo projector opens in his chest. A recording begins to project, AZIâs perspective following an obviously agitated Fives around a medical room.Â
â...a case like this, it is the logical course of action,â AZI is saying.Â
âNo,â Fives says, turning to face AZI, anger clear on his face even through the distorted blue lines of the projection, âNo. We were not created to be disposed of this way.â
âPerhaps you were,â AZI counters calmly.Â
Fives whirls around, slamming his fists down on the hard surface of a medical cot. Echo hears his brotherâs breathing shudder. An ache in his heart pangs at the sound.Â
AZIâs voice continues, âCT-5385 will be terminated so that others like him could survive.â
Fives turns on the droid. âThere arenât others like him!â he shouts, the audio crackling at the input. âTup doesnât have to die. You found a tumor. Iâm sure thatâs the cause of all this. Itâs the only thing that makes sense.âÂ
The recording sputters and flickers away to nothing.Â
âThat was the only visual footage I could recover myself,â Omega says softly, âbut I found some transcripts. AZI helped Fives remove his inhibitor chip, and they discovered that all clones had them implanted at gestation. He was going to present the evidence that AZI helped him find. He was trying to save our brothers.âÂ
âBut he was killed instead,â Echo says bitterly, fingers curling into a fist. âRex told me what happened when he got to Coruscant.âÂ
Omega reaches across the table and rests a hand over Echoâs. âIt is because of Fives that Rex found out about the chips, because of Fives that Rex warned us about the effects.âÂ
Echo canât lift his gaze to meet his sisterâs. The burning sensation prickling his eyes threatens to spill tears should he see the look of earnest empathy on her face.Â
When he doesnât answer, Omega continues, âYouâre finishing what Fives started, Echo. Youâre helping our brothers. You helped us. Iâm sorry I never met Fives, because he sounds like he would have fit right in with Clone Force 99.âÂ
Echo swallows.Â
âAnd he would have been so proud of you, Echo.âÂ
A tear slips through the barrier, and Echo pulls his hand from Omegaâs to rub it away, trying to erase its track from his face.Â
AZI draws closer again. âI have analyzed the data of my friend, ARC Trooper Fives, and I must agree with Omega.âÂ
âThank you,â Echo forces out. âBoth of you.â
Omega picks up the data pad and opens a file before handing it back. âThese are the transcripts I was able to recover.âÂ
Echo takes it, finding that the data has already been translated from binary into Basic. Words jump out at him, words his brother said, words his brother said leading up to his deathâŚ
âAZI and I are going to the market to pick up dinner,â Omega says suddenly, standing and putting her mug in the sink. As she walks past him, she clasps his shoulder briefly, a familiar gesture heâs received a thousand times from brothers all his life. âWeâll let you get settled.âÂ
And Echo realizes that the Batch being away on a supply run isnât just happenstance.Â
He reads through the transcripts slowly, absorbing his brotherâs words, his determination to do the right thing no matter the consequences. Fives was the same and grown, and Echo was just months from being able to see him again.Â
Omega is right. Fives would have loved the Batch, and he would be proud of Echo too.Â
But not nearly as proud as Echo is of him.Â
Not by a lightyear.Â
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Enzo + jealous (I would love to know what this sweet boy would do if someone was flirting with his girl)
*licks tips of fingers before typing*
I got a little 18+ ish so content under the cut
Jealous
Enzo jealous is a different breed
Like đĽľđĽľđĽľđĽľ
I feel like generally Enzo is pretty good at concealing his jealousy, at least from you
Like the other boys may notice him getting a little jealous if someone he doesnât particularly like gives you attention like him clenching his fists or nearly crushing his solo cup at a party
Or even the other boys might purposely try to make Enzo a little jealous by complimenting you a little too frontly
Mattheo saying some shit like âThat skirt is particularly short, there love, I can almost see your knickersâ causing the bridge of Enzoâs nose to scrunch in anger, only for his face to slide back into a smirk when he notices you give Mattheo the finger
But regardless you always thank the boys for their comments because it leads to Enzo marking your body like a ravished animal leaving hickeys along your neck, down your breasts and on the inside of your thighs
âWear a short skirt again tomorrow so Riddle knows whoâs mouth gets to eat this pretty pussyâ
If you have made him jealous, dear Merlin, you better not have any plans tomorrow because you probably wont be able to walk
Like both of your wrists being held by one of his large hands above your head and against the wall
While he presses himself against you, his hard on evident on your hip as heâs growling in your ear âyou think that behavior is fucking funny, angel? Weâre you acting like a whore on purpose?â
If he thought someone was trying to flirt with you (and I say try because both he and you know the only one youâd flirt with was him)
Break out your wand and the healing charms because Berkshire is going to have bleeding knuckles
And when you clean him up you make sure to always plant a soft kiss to each one of his palms, thanking him for defending your honor
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Chosen by Eywa - Lessons to Learn - Chapter 3
â chapter 2 | chapter 4 â
contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn
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a/n: i hope this chapter will meet your expectations, and from now on the romance will only get better
Resentment. It was an unfamiliar feeling for Y/N, something that hadnât occurred even in the face of Kayeâs familyâs open disapproval of her during the past years. But now, as she endured the constant barrage of congratulations from other villagers on her upcoming engagement to the future chief (rumors traveled faster than she expected), and the hovering of Tsahik near her, Y/N couldnât help but feel a growing sense of hostility towards them all. The resentment had taken root deep within her, growing stronger with each lesson, when she would feel the way Moâatâs gaze would linger on her for too long, watching her at all times. As if suddenly Y/N wasnât herself anymore but only carried the sole purpose of being a good mate for her grandchild. All Y/N wanted was to hide, and her safest place, where she usually found solace was now unavailable. Being in the village, really, was unsafe, as she didnât want to accidentally see Neteyam, or even worse, Kaye with his new mate.
Now that the reality had settled in, and her arrangement to the Oloâeyktanâs son was far from being broken, Y/N was too scared to face it. So she sought refuge in hiding, avoiding the pressure as nifty as she could by skipping communal dinners and retreating into the forest, once she was done with her chores. Kiri wasnât blind to her eagerness to escape, and so she gave her space, treating her more delicately than usual. But Tsahik didnât seem to be as understanding, and she pressed on, either being oblivious or just willfully ignorant to Y/Nâs mounting irritation.Â
The days dragged on slowly recently with a temporary lull settling between the sky people and the clan after a big clash. Both parties had to retreat to recover, which meant that in the past days, there were fewer warriors to treat, and Y/N, along with the other healers, had more time for studying and minor tasks. Though she wasnât sure if it was for the better or the worse; of course, with less battles, she wouldnât have to accidentally run into Kaye or Neteyam, but at the same time enduring Moâatâs not-so-accidental lectures about serving the clan suddenly felt suffocating too. So, when another lesson came to an end, Y/N was one of the first to hastily rise to her feet to escape. Kiri observed her quietly with a defeated look, seeing no point in arguing. But Tsahikâs frustration with Y/Nâs attitude became increasingly evident.
âKiri and Y/N, stay behind,â Moâat ordered.
Y/N clenched her jaw, reluctantly settling down on the ground beside Kiri, who offered her a strained smile. The silence lingered as they waited for the other healers to depart, leaving the three of them alone.
âWhat is it, grandmother?â
âI want you two to begin participating in our ceremonial rituals to deepen your knowledge and connection with the Great Mother. We havenât had much time to focus on them recently, but they are integral to the Omatikaya way of life,â Moâat settled herself in front of the two women and continued, âTomorrow morning, there will be the communal for mothers and their newborns to connect with Eywa. As the tsakarem, I want you to assist me.â
âThank you, grandmother, it would be an honor,â Kiri broke into a delighted smile, clearly excited for getting a bigger role than she usually did.
A small smile stretched Y/Nâs lips too, happy for Kiri. Over the years of working alongside each other, Y/N had learned that Kiri had a natural affinity for animals and children. Being entrusted with a role in such an important ceremony must have felt like a gift. Y/N turned her attention back to Tsahik then, waiting to hear the purpose behind her inclusion in the conversation.
âY/N, you must also participate alongside Kiri,â Moâat finally granted her attention, âAs the future Oloâeyktanâs mate, you must embrace our traditions and become a support for Kiri.â
âIt is a great honor, Tsahik, but I do have to question your choice. I do not feel prepared to assist in such a ceremony in front of the entire clan. I fear I would be of little help,â she confessed with a pang of insecurity.
Y/N had grown accustomed to being reserved and unnoticed in the clan, attending only to people who sought her help in the quiet solitude of the healing tent, where there was no pressure of public performance. Considering how the news of her arrangement to Neteyam was already drawing so much attention to her, no matter how great the honor was, she had to refuse.
âI have noticed your increasing doubts in your Tsahik lately,â Moâatâs voice became harsher, and Y/N had to summon all of her willpower to refrain from pleading with her to stop, âAre you doubting Eywaâs guidance too?âÂ
Eywaâs guidance. Y/N wanted to scoff at the words that have been used countlessly now to force her into situations she did not want to be in. Her parentsâ death, Kayeâs arrangement, her union with Neteyam⌠everything she dreaded was justified with Eywaâs name, as if the Great Mother had a vision when putting her through it all. It seemed ridiculous.
âI am not doubting Eywaâs guidance, but I do question whether or not the signs have been misinterpreted for the benefit of somebody else, rather than mine.â
As the words left her mouth, Y/N regretted them already. She had never dared to challenge Tsahik so directly, let alone voice her concerns about Moâatâs lifelong commitment. Kiri gulped down nervously, looking in between the two.
âRather than yours?â Moâat raised her eyebrows in surprise, âYou dare to question if the signs that brought you to this point were for the benefit of the others?â
âGrandmother, I donât think she meant that -â Kiri tried to intertwine, sensing her grandmotherâs growing frustration but it was too late. Moâat raised her hand to silence her, a scowl forming on her face, as she kept her eyes trained on Y/N.
âThe Great mother had looked after you since the day you became orphaned. It was her that pushed you into the arms of the Oloâeyktan and his family, her, who guided you into a care. You wanted to be âuseful,â isnât that what you told me?â Tsahikâs voice raised with an accusatory tone, and Y/N felt herself sinking in her seat, âThe day when Jakesully had brought you to me and asked for help in guiding you⌠do you think it was the first time he came to me? I had no intentions of taking you in, I already had a tsakarem and students chosen, I did not need somebody with no knowledge or interest in healing. But then the Great Mother had sent me a sign, had spoken to me in my dream to give you a chance because she had a plan for you all along.â
Both Y/N and Kiri blinked in surprise at the revelation, as they heard the reasoning. They had always assumed that Moâat had taken in Y/N out of the Oloâeyktanâs request, but they never realized that the initial request had been rejected. It dawned on them that Eywa had been actively looking out for Y/N all along. Y/N's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.
âDidnât you wish for a place in the clan? To be accepted because you had lost your family, and therefore, your role?â Tsahik continued, her expression unwavering, âNow the Great Mother has given you the chance to be âuseful,â to stand next to the Oloâeyktan. Isnât that a great honor?â
âIt is,â Y/N mumbled, her ears lowering in defeat. Kiri shifted in her seat slightly, feeling as if she was getting scolded too.
âSo, you do realize that it is an honor,â Moâat rose to her feet, âYet you have done nothing but complain about it. As if you had great sacrifices to make. All that is asked of you is to learn and remain strong to help your mate. As the future leaders of this clan, Neteyam and Kiri already carry a big responsibility on their shoulders. You need to be next to them, be a capable and resilient woman to offer your support whenever it is required. You have been blessed by the Great Mother, Y/N, trust in her will.â
Y/N took a moment to absorb Mo'at's impassioned words, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. While it felt awful to bear such weight, she realized that Moâat was right. There were always greater sacrifices to make, the clan was in danger, and if Eywa had sent signs about her, it would be foolish to go against them. Kiri reached to squeeze Y/N's hand in support, and Y/N took a deep breath, straightening her posture.
âI see you, Tsahik,â she spoke, her voice steady, âI hear your wisdom, and I will not question it again.â
Moâat nodded, content with Y/Nâs answer, but there was also a hint of gratitude for the compliance. Ever since the decision has been made, her heart felt heavy for forcing Neteyam and Y/N into a union, but she was sure that it was the right path to follow.
âYou are free to go,â Moâatâs expression softened.
Kiri lingered behind, watching after Y/N left. She then turned her head to her grandmother.
âGrandmother, donât you think that was a little harsh? Sheâs having a hard time already.â
âY/N had to be reminded of her destiny instead of fighting it. Once she does, things will start falling into their places,â Moâat explained with a sigh.
︾âżď¸ľâżď¸ľâżď¸ľ
The clinking of the metal knife blended with the crackling of the burning wood and the distant laughter of Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuktirey. The family was preparing to sleep, with Neytiri keeping a watchful eye over her children as she silently prayed to Eywa to keep them safe. Neteyam sat alone by the fire, occupied with the sharpening of his knife. When he noticed his father settling beside him, he barely lifted his gaze.
âI think youâve finished with that, looks good,â Jake nodded at the knife, giving his son's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Are you tired?"
"Not more than usual," Neteyam sighed, continuing to hone his weapon despite his father's approval.
"Tomorrow will be a little slow too, so use this opportunity to gather your energy. Don't stay up too late, go and catch up on your sleep."
Neteyam nodded, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder at his siblings. They were still playing that silly game, where they had to create patterns with their long beaded strings without getting them tangled. Tuk laughed wholeheartedly, as Kiri swatted Loâak for getting his string tangled up with hers. A pang of longing tugged at Neteyam's heart, wishing he could join in the carefree fun. But he knew his responsibilities as he grew older. Jake watched him with a slight concern, and when Neteyam moved to put his knife away and retire for the night, he gently tugged at his sonâs belt, signaling him to stay a little longer.
"Before you go, there's something I need to discuss with you.â
Neteyam settled back down, his full attention now on his father.Â
"Yes, sir. What is it?" he asked cautiously, sensing as if there was something bothering Jake.
âNothing bad, donât worry,â Jake reassured with a forced smile, but it fell short of easing up the tension, âY/N doesnât show up at the dinners anymore. Do you know where she is?â
âI donât know, sir,â Neteyam shrugged absentmindedly, âShe might just need some space.â
Space. Or maybe she was just hiding from him. Intentionally avoiding Neteyam because despite their conversation that night, he couldnât shake the feeling that nothing changed. At least, not for her. Neteyam wondered if she was still repulsed by the idea of being with him. And that took a very heavy toll on his heart. Why did fate have to choose the one woman who had already given her love to another?
âSpace,â Jake repeated, as if processing the word, then nodded in acceptance, âAnd the other day, when she came to the training camp, did you end up finding her afterward? You still havenât told me what happened.â
âYes, sir,â Neteyam bit the side of his cheek, as if contemplating how much he could reveal. He decided to keep it brief, like reporting a mission, âShe was upset and wandered off to the forest, but she was unharmed and let me take her back home. It seems like Y/N and Kaye had some sort of misunderstanding, though she assured me that itâs all in the past now. She only acted out of her emotions.â
âOh,â Jake was a little taken back by the revelation, âI didnât know that.â
He fell quiet for a moment, feeling a mixture of guilt and confusion. To be quite honest, Jake felt like he didnât keep his promise of keeping an eye on Y/N, and realized the implications of his negligence only now. Witnessing her argument with Kaye, a warrior with whom he had never seen her interact, had caught Jake off guard. How much did he miss anyway? Did something happen between Y/N and Kaye? Jake couldnât escape the nagging guilt of not knowing. Yes, he had entrusted Y/Nâs well-being to Moâat years ago, but did he ever make an effort to make sure she was alright? Just watching her from afar couldnât be enough, could it? To top it off, his own family was forcing her into a bond with his oldest son. Despite all the possibilities and respect Y/N could get in her new role, he still wasnât sure if it was the right decision to make. Jake cleared his throat, speaking with a more hopeful tone.
âAnd how are things between you two? Are you getting along with her?â
âI havenât spoken or seen her much lately, sir,â Neteyam replied, pressing his lips into a thin line. Of course he hadnât, because Y/N avoided him.Â
âHey, letâs drop the âsir,â okay? Weâre talking as father and son right now,â Jakeâs expression softened, âBe honest with me, donât you like her? I thought she was a nice girl.â
âI think she is a nice girl too, dad,â Neteyam let his shoulders slump for a moment, almost as if he had to relax to be able to tell the truth, âBut I donât think she likes me much⌠I kind of think she hates me.â
âHates you? Thatâs a strong word, Neteyam,â Jake chuckled, finding some humor in the exaggeration, âMaybe sheâs just scared because she doesnât really know you.â
Neteyam shrugged, though he felt a small sense of relief wash over him. Maybe his father was right.
âLook, son, you canât expect her to like you unless you give her a chance to get to know you first,â Jake continued, his voice filled with paternal wisdom, âMaybe you should work on breaking down that barrier. Y/N is a smart girl but she needs to see youâre a good person, not just a warrior following the orders. Show her the real you, just Neteyam.â
âAnd how do I do that? Show her this⌠just Neteyam?â uncertainty swirled in Neteyamâs eyes.
âWell, for starters, try talking to her,â his father suggested with a teasing smirk, âGo visit her, ask to spend time with you. Do you think your mother fell head over heels for me at first sight?â
âYeah, you always say that it was love at first sight,â Neteyam chuckled, humoring Jake.
âSure, barely,â Jake let out a laugh, âYour mom thought I was a crazy sky person who didn't understand the Na'vi ways. I mean, there was definitely an initial attraction and mutual fascination, but it was only thanks to Eywa that I even survived. It took some time for your mom to warm up to me. And the more time we spent together, and got to know each other, thatâs when the sparks started flying.â
Neteyam listened intently, hanging on each word. It was as if Jake was giving him a guide to navigate this relationship with Y/N. Not that Neteyam was in love with her, or liked her, for that matter, but he recognized the importance of trying. The thought of enduring a lifetime of her hostility would be suffocating. At least, he could be content with having a friend, a companion he could trust and rely on in the journey of life.
âListen, I know that this whole thing puts a lot of pressure on both of you, but sometimes, the paths we desire don't align with the paths laid out for us,â Jake reached to pat Neteyamâs shoulder once more, âRemember, there's a reason for everything. Trust in Eywa's plan, even if it takes time to make sense of it all⌠I have trusted in Eywa and in our people, and it only led me to the greatest happiness of my life. I would hate to see you miss out on it. So, just give it a chance, alright?â
âAnd if it doesnât work out as well as it did for you, then what?â Neteyamâs voice wasnât defensive, more resigned than anything.
âIf you genuinely give it your best effort and itâs still not meant to be, then you have my support,â Jake affirmed with a gentle voice, âYour happiness matters to me, and I donât care if it goes against the traditions. I will stand by your side and we will figure it out, how does that sound?
Neteyam nodded, his heart quickening at the anticipation as he absorbed his fatherâs words. They always had shared a strong bond, rooted in a deep understanding, but with the recent circumstances, Neteyam had begun feeling somewhat isolated from his family. He broke into a wide toothy grin.Â
âWe got a deal, dad.â
Jake laughed, then gestured towards his older daughter to drop the game and join them. Kiri rolled her eyes, but complied nonetheless, walking to them.
âBabygirl, your brother could use your help. You spend a lot of time with Y/N, right? What can you share about her with him?â
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He saw her during the ceremony in the morning for the first time in days, and Neteyam, for some reason, felt nervous. Not that he was closely familiar with the feeling, but there was something about the way she delicately assisted his grandmother and the women with their newborns that made his mouth suddenly dry. While his family beamed with pride as Kiri took on such an important role, guiding the clan members through the ceremony and orchestrating their placements within the intricate pattern, Neteyam couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for finding Y/N more captivating.
So hours later, long after the ceremony had concluded and he had fulfilled most of his dayâs duties, Neteyam made his way into the healing tent to finish the last chore - the one his father had given him the evening prior. And the second he entered, the healers, engrossed in their tasks, were suddenly intrigued by his presence. The future Oloâeyktan had no visible injuries and seemed unharmed, which meant that there was a specific reason for his visit. And considering the news of engagement between him and Y/N spreading, it wasnât difficult to make a connection. Moâat had granted him not more than a mere nod, fully aware of Neteyamâs intention. And Neteyam stiffened slightly, as he walked through the spacious tent, politely greeting everyone, eliciting giggles and knowing smiles in response.Â
Then his eyes finally spotted Y/N along with his sister on the far end, both immersed in their work, as they weaved fresh sets of mats. Kiri noticed him right away, greeting her brother with an exasperated roll of her eyes. Neteyam hesitated for a moment at the reactions, and suddenly felt awkward to be interrupting their work with his presence, especially when Y/N paid him absolutely no mind. He took a few more steps, coming to a halt before the two women, and cleared his throat.
The sound finally made Y/N look up and meet his gaze, and her expression immediately changed into a frown. He greeted her, and she returned the gesture politely, though in her mind she couldnât figure out a reason for his arrival.
"Neteyam," she acknowledged him, her tone guarded, "What brings you here? Are you injured?"
He stiffened again, sensing the suspicion in her inquiries. Of course he wasnât injured, the question seemed more like a mocking gesture, undermining his carefully crafted plan. Kiri, who had gone over it with their father just the night before, rolled her eyes impatiently.
âI am not injured, thank you for asking,â he finally answered, gaining a little more courage, âI actually came here because I wanted to see you.â
No matter how much she tried to hide it, a subtle flush spread across Y/Nâs cheeks in response to the unexpected directness, knowing well that the whole tent was watching. Her gaze shifted momentarily to Kiri, who only seemed to be amused by the exchange.
"Oh," Y/N let out, regaining her composure and looking back at Neteyam, "Perhaps you meant that somebody else told you to come here and see me?â
Now she was definitely mocking him. Kiri huffed in an attempt to suppress a chuckle - her brother would have to really work to break through the underlying tension. It seemed so easy last night, when Jake was telling him how to win a womanâs heart, how communication and honesty is the best foundation for a relationship. However, right now, Neteyam wondered if revealing the actual answer would truly be helpful.
âPerhaps,â he answered, deciding on keeping it vague, "But it's not really important. Spending more time together wouldnât hurt.â
âFascinating,â Y/N bit her lip in amusement.Â
At this, Kiri couldn't contain her giggles any longer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. A twinge of irritation flitted across Neteyam's expression, but he swiftly regained his composure, refusing to be defeated, especially not in front of his baby sister. Without waiting for a further response, Neteyam sat down crossed-legged in front of them, resting his palms over his thighs.
âAlright," Y/N sighed, her gaze lingering on his frame for a moment before averting, âItâs not like I can refuse anyway.â
The tension settled back in again at the mention of her defeat. And though there was an internal shift within Y/N since her conversation with Tsahik, she wasnât keen on openly showing it. The wounds from the past, Kayeâs betrayal, still fueled her resentment towards the whole arrangement. But she was also tired, too hurt to keep thinking back on the past. She desperately wanted to move on, escape from her own mistakes.Â
âRight, so weâre working on making some new mats for the tent,â Kiri chimed in with a light-hearted tone, finally deciding to help her brother, âThereâs clearly a need for that, since we have more warriors to treat now.â
Neteyam nodded, fully understanding. Often, he would find himself sitting on the cold ground when the rest of the mats were taken, especially after heavy encounters with the sky people that left many injured warriors.
âSince it is somewhat more peaceful, we are using this time for learning and restocking,â Kiri continued, while Y/N resumed her weaving, âWe've already replenished our supplies of healing herbs, balms, and bandages too. So now we are trying to make the tent more comfortable and equipped.â
Neteyam listened carefully, the information needed to be absorbed if he was to lead the clan one day. But his eyes fixated on Y/Nâs nimble fingers, expertly weaving the strands of material. Her movements were swift and determined but graceful at the same time, as if her whole personality, her resilience and tenderness was reflected in the way she worked. Maybe underneath all of that cold exterior, she was concealing a warmth waiting to be unleashed.Â
âCan I help?â he offered.
âThatâs a great idea, brother,â Kiri encouraged. She couldnât help but take on the role her father had asked her to, âY/N can show you how. Sheâs the best at this stuff.â
Having witnessed the toll that Kaye's mating with another woman had taken on Y/N, Kiri couldn't bear to see her friend lose the spark in her eyes. Deeply empathetic, Kiri understood the pain of losing a mother, of feeling alone at times, and of being denied the love that was within reach. Yet, Kiri was also concerned for Neteyam. She knew her brother's selflessness and willingness to sacrifice, but being arranged to mate with a woman who was already taken seemed cruel. Although Neteyam would never voice his discontent, it was clear that he didn't want things to be strained between him and Y/N. He held onto hope that the situation could change. So quietly, in her mind, Kiri made a promise to Eywa to follow her signs.
Y/N paused for a moment, surprised, then scooted over to make more room for Neteyam by her side. Kiri nodded discreetly, signaling for him to move closer, and Neteyam hurried to settle next to her, almost too quickly, bumping his shoulder into hers. Quietly, Y/N passed him a bundle of fibers and gestured for him to untangle it.
âI think you got it from here, Iâll go check if mom needs help at home,â Kiri announced, rising to her feet.
Kiri did not care that her excuse might have seemed ingenuine to both Y/N and Neteyam, but there was little else they could do about it. With a graceful stride, she made her way towards the exit. And as she departed, Kiri made sure to exchange knowing glances with the other healers, her discreet smirk signaling for them to finish up their tasks too. Whispers passed, and gradually, as Y/N started to walk Neteyam through the steps of weaving a pattern, the tent began to empty, leaving the two of them alone.
âI did not expect this to be harder than weaving bracelets,â Neteyam sighed in defeat, his fingers entangled in the strings once again.
âIt is only because you are rushing,â Y/N responded, covering his hands with hers, hoping to slow him down. The touch seemed to startle both of them, but neither showed it.
âBut I donât have the privilege to take my time with this when I can be called into a battle any second,â he explained, stopping his movements, âI donât want to leave it unfinished.â
âYou can finish it another time. Patience is the key.â
Neteyam nodded once more, and Y/N slowly peeled her hands away from his. Taking a deep breath in, Neteyam restarted the pattern, this time allowing himself a bit more time, as he recalled the steps she had shown him. Y/N's gaze wandered around the tent, noting its emptiness, and suddenly it felt like the air had shifted. A delicate deep blue color tinged her cheeks as she stole a glance at Neteyam. He was concentrating hard on getting the pattern right, and Y/N wondered if it was because he excelled at everything and didn't want to fail at something as seemingly simple as weaving, or if he wanted to impress her and build a bridge. Regardless of the intention, she found herself getting amused at the way his tongue poked out of his parted lips and his eyebrows knitted together.
âI did it!â he exclaimed with a relieved laugh, proudly pointing at the completed small circle he had crafted around the base. There was still a long way to go, with many more sets of larger circles to be woven around it, yet the pride was unremarkable in his voice.
âThat looks good,â Y/N complimented, a small smile playing on her lips.
He returned the smile, then suddenly realized that perhaps he was being too loud. Neteyamâs eyes scanned the tent for a confirmation of his doubts, only to find that there was no one else there with them. His smile quickly dropped into a small pout.Â
"Did I take that long?" he asked, genuinely upset with the pace of his progress. "I mean, if everyone else has already finished their tasks and left."
âThatâs not why they left,â Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly, as if waiting for him to take the hint. But Neteyam remained silent, waiting for her to elaborate. She sighed, âI believe it was Kiri that encouraged everyone to leave the two of us alone.â
Yeah, Kiri definitely did not feel the need to include Neteyam in this part of the plan. He knew that he was supposed to come and talk to Y/N, but he didnât know that his baby sister had made some tweaks to her own liking. He suddenly felt shy, the earlier awkwardness making its way back into the air.Â
âSheâs the worst, I know,â Y/N said, trying to lighten the mood with a joke, âI am only kidding.â
âNo, youâre right. She can be a little cruel sometimes,â Neteyam smiled, appreciating the effort.
âAh, sheâs alright,â Y/N chuckled.
âYeah, sheâs alright,â Neteyam chuckled too, shaking his head.
A brief silence settled, and Y/N found herself studying the mats they were weaving. The weight of their unspoken connection hung in the air, begging to be acknowledged.
âActually, Kiriâs been great to me, especially recently, you know? With the whole situation,â Y/N confessed, letting her sincerity and gratitude show through.
âIâm glad,â he replied softly, then asked more carefully, âWell, how are you dealing with the whole situation?â
âI donât know anymore,â she shook her hand, a little distant now, as if she tried to treat it like an old memory, âHe betrayed my trust and that shattered me. I loved him but I donât think I can ever see him that way.â
Neteyam gulped, feeling the anger creeping up his neck again. He could never understand the way Y/N felt but he still couldnât contain his resentment towards Kaye.
âBut I⌠we donât really have a choice, and itâs like I can change anything now, right? Itâs too late.â
She let out a bitter chuckle but her gaze betrayed defeat that Neteyam didnât miss. He felt courageous at her vulnerability, and reached out, resting his palm over her thigh. The gesture wasnât meant to be romantic or sensual, just supportive.
âWhat do you say tomorrow we go for a walk instead of staying here?â he forced a small smile, his voice more upbeat, âThat way the whole tent doesnât have to abandon their tasks to give us privacy.â
âTomorrow?â she quirked an eyebrow at him.
âOh, havenât I mentioned?â Neteyam played along with a smirk, âIâm making it a priority to see you every day from now on.â
A promise was spoken, and in the quiet of the healing tent, a foundation for friendship had begun to settle. The mats that they were weaving became a symbol of a connection.
chapter 4
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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 4
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tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, it dies later on, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy
MDNI. MDNI. Dead dove do not eat.
Authors note: sorry for the wait, life challenged me to a knife duel and then I had do go on a workshop and such, bc Iâm still unemployed. Also I got sick. Still kinda am. Iâll fix spelling mistakes tomorrow. Read the tags and if you donât like how this fic is going, stop reading it.
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The shed was filled with sounds, though nothing had to do with the work of the hybrids. The only thing they were working on was breaking you.
You felt like you were on fire; both from anger and from the pleasure of Soapâs way too skilled tongue. He was fucking you with it, real nasty about it as he forced a finger in next to it, growling into your wetness, seemingly trying to drink up any slick leaving you. His free hand kept your tail out of the way.
Caught in your own personal, rather sexual, hell.
You had almost given up on getting free. Gaz was still pressing your wrists down against the mattresses, tongue out as he wagged his tail, drool dripping down on your chest. Then he grabbed your wrists in one hand, which you could still not break out of, annoyingly so; only to pull up the crop-top that Price had chosen for you earlier.
That got Soapâs attention who barked happily into your pussy which made you growl - but you were distracted by the two fingers suddenly added to the first, to really care about your tits being out. He spread the fingers a little, tail wagging behind him, ears moving to pick up all your sounds.
You didnât get more than that, fingers out before you could take a proper breath.
You growled intensely but there was no mercy; he forced his cock into your poor, dripping hole while you howled with pain - the three idiots daring to mockingly join in on your howl.
Full⌠in a different way than usual. It was as if your world stopped moving. This - this wasnât your owner, this was just three brutes he had let into your life. When you had cried and whined about not wanting to live here, you didnât mean for him to try to fix it with these 3.
Their cocks would never be as nice as Johnâs.
Hell, you would even take Nikâs.
Soap pulled back a little, before he trusted inside again a little harder than before. A little whimper left you, your eyes closing, trying your hardest to ignore the sparkles you saw behind your eyelids.
His knot, though not fully expanded in any way, pressed against your pussy; you couldnât remember the last time you had been knotted. You didnât remember it being a nice one either.
Each thrust made a wave of hate and pleasure run through you and sounds left you at each of them. Your ears tipped back, writhing in the grip of the hybrids.
Worse? They both seemed to get off of it.
They made out above you, Gazâ bulge pressed against your face, as you watched them kiss each other with an intense heat, nose bumping together in every one of Soapâs thrusts, that hit so deep inside you wailed at every one of them.
Ghost was behind Soap suddenly, grabbing onto his Mohawk and forcing his head back a little.
âCâmon pup, fuck her better than that,â the bigger man snarled and Soapâs thrusts easily became faster, more desperate; his strong fingers digging into the fat of your thighs so hard, that you knew it was a matter of moments before his claws would pierce though your skin.
There were three pair of eyes staring at you as your moans and sobs intertwined into a mess, making you feel smaller than you had for a while.
âLook at you now,â Gaz crooned, his fingers palming your tits, pressing his bulge against your face a little again, âmuch more sweet now, huh?â
âSh- uh - ah fuck - shut up.â
Gaz merely snickered at your attempt and as you tried moving your face to nip at his bulge, he easily moved back and slapped your cheek.
It didnât help in any way that Soap decided to touch your clit in that exact moment. Pain bloomed in your cheek, while pleasure bloomed in your pussy, the little shed filling with lewd and loud sounds of the fucking.
Soap was fucking you so hard and good that it made you whine and howl a little in between your pathetic moans and growls.
Gazâ grip tightened on you as you fought - a scream left you as Soap leant forward, one hand brutally attacking your clit with clumsy, energetic fingers while he decided to sink his teeth into your shoulder.
It wasnât a soft bite. In fact, it continued to press into your skin, the fangs pressing deeper and deeper, before it snapped; teeth buried into your skin, breaking the barrier. Together with the thrusts and assault on your clit continuously, it seemed to be what your body had needed.
You came almost silently, twitching and cramping, Soap fucking you through it, growling while his teeth was buried in your skin. It was like everything became white with the intensity of the many feelings all at once, your mind leaving your body for a couple of seconds.
Then, as you felt your mind finally returning, another thing happened⌠Soap pushed fully in, like the bastard he was! Knot a little expanded, he pushed into your cunt, forcing you to take it.
It was too much; you sobbed with horror and pleasure as his knot fully expanded, effectively binding the two of you together. You could feel his cum fill up your insides, feel the way his cock twitched, Soap moaned and even more seed was forced into you. Your only relief was knowing the implant you had, at least stopped them from knocking you up.
Soap finally let go of you, blood dripping from his mouth like he was a feral animal, hands holding you down as you wailed, trying to get away from the knot. It was too much, too much.
âBonnie lass,â the mutt crooned at you, leaning forward to run his bloody tongue along your cheek, laughing as you tried biting his hearing aid - before running his tongue over the wound he had left.
He rubbed his head against you like a desperate animal, as if he was a cat and not a dog hybrid, nuzzling against your armpits, even licking them, get his bloody spit all over you.
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When Nikolai entered, it was like all the flowers inside Johnâs stomach bloomed; the other man easily had all his attention, even if he wasnât supposed to be here.
âDidnât Princess give you the phone?â
âDa - but she said you need mechanic and that is lie,â Nikolai answered, sitting down on the desk that barely creaked beneath him, âI am here - no need for mechanic.â
âOh, you suddenly know how to fix tractors too?â John couldnât help but let some of his disbelief seep through his words, making Nikolai snort.
âI do - planes too, if you have one of those, my friend.â
There was an odd peaceful silence in between the two of them; none of them said anything but John felt Nikâs eyes on him nonetheless, undressing him in his mind. The urge to fill this silence with their moans werâ wait.
Silence?
John blinked, listening for another moment for one of his puppyâs dramatic sighs but as none came, looking towards the door, expecting you to be annoyed with having to have left the house⌠nothing. He looked at Nikolai again, unable to keep the nervousness from his voice.
âWhereâs sweetheart?â
Nikolai chuckled darkly, looking rather pleased with himself.
âPlaying with the other dogs.â
â⌠I highly doubt that.â John almost rolled his eyes as he spoke. If there was one thing you had made sure was known ever since they arrived, was that you didnât want to spend time with them.
âWell, theyâre playing with her then,â Nikolai shrugged as John hurried to open one of the apps on his phone, running through the options until he reached the camera in the dog shed. Where his precious puppy were.
Crying and screaming, twisting even as pleasure overtook you, the others too much for you.
Dark want rushed through Price, as he saw them sink their teeth into your soft skin, heard you shriek out another curse and cry bloody murder; the want was overtaken by feeling bad for even putting you in that situation.
âI should go lookââ
His phone was taken from his hand as Nikolai then pulled him close; flushed against each other, Nikâs front pressed against his back⌠cock slowly filling.
âNet,â he rumbled, âyou need to stay here.â
âTheyâll be too rough,â John argued, watching with both delight and fear as they made you came, âI neeââ
He was pulled into Nikâs lap without warning, the man sitting down in the office chair with a little sigh; his strong hands on Johnâs own body, sliding beneath the knitted sweater, grabbing onto some of his skin.
âIt will be good for her,â Nikolai promised darkly, breathing deeply against Johnâs neck, as if to take in his taste, âthis is why you got them, eh?â
It was; at least, it had been one of the reasons. As much as he loved you, you couldnât control his life and he had changed everything around the two of you already - it was only fair he made sure you were taken care of too.
âTheyâll break âer skin,â he muttered, already feeling his cock hardening like a traitor, distracted from the sight of the pups absolutely ruining you, by Nikolaiâs warm, rough hands beneath his clothes.
âWe will fix her,â Nikolai easily replied, scraping his teeth along Johnâs neck, as if he was considering doing the same, âlet them play- they need to establish hierarchy.â
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When Soapâs knot finally deflated you tried turning away from him, getting on your knees; only for Gaz to push your upper body down again, a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades.
Soapâs tail was thumping against the barely made nest and though he clearly looked blissed out, he still helped Gaz, pressing your head down against the mattress, even as you tried getting away. Scratching at the mattress with your fingers.
âFuck, this pussy,â Gaz crooned lovingly, âthis is what Iâve been dreaming off.â
You growled against the fabric, trying to move away, but his fingers sank into your hips, claws once again pressing dangerously hard into your skin.
His cock filled you up with a couple of thrusts, slower than soapâs intense one; as if he was taking his time enjoying you. A deep huff of pleasure left him and you barked, trying to scratch at Soap.
It earned you a hard slap on the ass, taking you by surprise - and then the thrusts came suddenly and quickly. There was no mercy and you began crying again. The mixed hybrid was growling deeply, moving so that he was fully pressed against your back - hands grabbing your wrist pressing them against the nest.
Then he fucked you. The thrusts were short and sharp, he didnât pull out as far as Soap had, but it was like a constant hammering instead, without any kind of relief from the pressure. He sniffed and panted into your neck while you wailed - and then he did the same as Soap had.
He sunk his teeth into your skin, fangs pressing deep and breaking skin, and for the second time, you were bitten. Only, Gaz let go much quicker, barking at your cries, before repeating his action.
Never stopping his movement.
No words could leave you. It was animalistic sounds, created from the chaos that the hybrids had forced into your mind, blending hatred and lust together.
It sent shivers down your spine as you tried to drown out Gazâ words about your ass, about you being a little silly lapdog, about being too spoiled to shut up and accept things didnât have to go your way.
It felt like he went on forever and you managed to come twice, the second one squirting - which meant you got Soap all up in your business, pushing himself in between Gaz fucking you, lapping up your juices like he was dying of thirst.
It made you attempt to squirm away, his face being pressed against your clit every thrust, together with Gazâ balls. Gaz was drooling, slobbering all over your shoulders and sinking his teeth into your skin, new places and into your already broken skin.
Chaotic and wrong, moans sept into your threats, promising you would mess them up, which they barely seemed to notice. As if they knew you were more bark than bite, which wasnât exactly wrong. Soap finally pulled away and Gaz pressed his slightly expanded knot inside you, before pulling it out again, before repeating the motion again and again.
Then Soap was suddenly in your face, pulling your head up by your ears, making you cry out, kissing you slobbingly and intensely - and for once, you proved that you could bite, sanded down teeth or not.
Soap pulled back with a yelp, then a grin appeared on his face a moment later, his own blood mixing into yours, dripping from his lip, as you growled at him.
Of course the crazy pup liked it.
Every time Kyle forced his knot inside again, you cried - every time he forced it out you wailed, gripping the sheets harder, tugging at them while you found yourself screaming, begging for him to just knot you properly. To stop torturing you like that and apparently, it was what Kyle had wanted to hear.
One last time, he forced it inside and pressed further into you than before, almost putting his entire body weight on you; you moaned and whimpered as it got stuck, his cum forced into your womb, just like Soap had done. He continued rolling his hips in small motions, making you sob into the sheet, closing your eyes. Then he bit down yet another time, another spurt of cum inside you.
He gnawed a little on your shoulder like a chew toy and all you could think about was how you would rather have John do this to you.
The pain from everything made you space out, panting into the mattress, sniffling a little. Ignoring the tongues running over your shoulders and neck, how they cooed at you.
Good little puppy. A good bitch now, arenât you? Knew ye could behave, bonnie lass, just needed some knots. Dinnae throw a fuss. Stupid lil city dog, arenât ya?
Kyle tugged you and tipped the two of you to the side, ignoring the way you cried out as his knot tugged.
Minutes went by as you waited for the knot to go down, trying your best to remain calm.
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You felt sore all over, arms shaking as you tried raising your upper body, wincing at the cum sliding out of you and the way the bite marks stung. You werenât just worried they had broken skin anymore, you knew they had. Blood was dripping down your arms, in between the already dried and caked parts, only making you feel more horrible.
Your beautiful, beautiful body - your skin. Those brutes! Curse them! Sons of bitches, all of them.
You felt pathetic, needy, weak; never wanting to leave the farm house again.
Gaz lazily barked at you as you tried getting up, but he was laying next to you, clearly blissed out, so you used the moment to escape⌠or at least attempted to.
A large hand pushed down on your back, the weight pushed upon you, forcing you down with a squeal - Ghost let out a deep growl as a reply.
The moment the hand was away, you scrambled, hearing his knees hit the mattress behind you. Ghost seemingly didnât care that you tried slipping between his fingers; he merely grabbed your tail and tugged you back, hard. Ignoring your sob of pain, continuing to growl deeply, trying to force his dominance down upon you.
As if there was any question of who was the one in charge here. The sound of a zipper.
âNo - fuck, let go, no more, no more!â You attempted pathetically, tears springing to your already puffy eyes, âI canât - no more!â
âYes you can,â Ghost just rumbled darkly, Soap and Gaz letting out small barks in support.
You fought him but it didnât matter.
One hand on your hip, having a tight grab on some of your fat, the other sliding to your front, grabbing your throat - forcing you up on your knees. Your back pressed against his front, his cock thrusting in between your thighs a couple of times.
You cried at the mere sight of the cock in between your thighs. Yes, you were a size queen but not to brutes like them. Mutts, idiots, assholes, working dogs, hounds â
His fat cock entered you in one thrust, making you scream, desperately trying to wiggle away. Any movements merely made the cock slide in a little more, the knot pressing against your hole. Your scream turned silent as he gave a little thrust, your mind going blank, body giving small twitches. Much to the amusement of Ghost if you had to guess from the way he chuckled. Tongue licking your human ear. Gaz was staring with big eyes, Soap panting, drool dripping from his tongue.
You whined. He hadnât even moved that much, but it felt like the cock was in your throat.
âLook at you, puppy,â he crooned darkly, âall you needed was some knots to shut up, huh?â
You couldnât reply with anything but a few messy moans and Ghost gave a little thrust more, bullying his cock a little deeper,almost making your eyes cross.
âSee how good you can be, hm?â Ghost continued, âtight pussy just needed to be fucked dumb. Youâre much sweeter now.â
His hand tightened around your neck, pressing your tags on the collar into your skin. His palm pushed at your chin a little with its size.
âDonât worry,â Ghost continued, before nosing your shoulder a little, a pitiful cry leaving you as his tongue slid over some of the bleeding, burning bite marks, âwe can fuck you whenever ye want, princess. Perfect, innit?â
You tried shaking your head, but then Ghost let go, pushing your upper body down again- you barely managed to save yourself from slamming your head into the mattress.
There was no more waiting. He just grabbed onto your hips, pulled out his cock as far as possible and began to fuck you mercilessly.
Hard, commenting about the way your body jiggled and how lucky they were to end up somewhere with a soft bitch like you; how they would get you used to their cocks, addicted to them. How they would knock you up. Give you all the litters you wanted.
You hated how good it felt, how you cried and moaned, how your body shook and how you came. Unable to escape, crying and barking, ears tipped back.
He delivered a last bite right onto the back of your neck, as he forced his knot inside your poor pussy, filling you up; sinking his fangs into you, breaking the skin as you screamed and came once more, filled up with his knot. Cum unable to escape.
You sobbed into the mattress while stuck to Ghost, who grumbled but didnât hit you. Gaz and Soap were cooing at you again, licking away tears and nuzzling closer, telling you how good you looked, how much fun you all were going to have.
Then you could hear them kissing above you, but you didnât look, mind overwhelmed.
It was like you were hot all over; it had been years since you had had a heat and you feared, just for a moment, that your body would spontaneously go into one, from the knotting and biting, the breeding behavior you had just gone through.
It was the familiar feeling of warmth spreading from your chest to your cunt, Ghost growling slightly as you tightened around his knot from the feeling. You were pretty sure your implant was going to save you. Hopefully. The idea of getting knocked up by them right now almost made you want to throw a fit.
But beneath them, being beneath Ghost at the moment, throwing a tantrum would bring you nothing. His clothes pressed against your bare body, save from the top that was pushed beneath your tits, felt too hot.
The shed stunk of sex, blood and sweat. You pretended you didnât like how the musky, male hybrid scent wasnât slightly nice. How a little part of you wanted to lick away the sweat drops beneath Ghostâs chin.
Nasty, they were all nasty and you hated them.
You didnât get up, even as his knot deflated. Ghost rumbled, clearly pleased. Licking at your neck a couple of times.
Then, some of the horses neighed loudly. All three of them stiffened, while you laid there, cum dripping out of you, not caring.
âIâll go check it out,â Ghost answered, getting up, zipping up as if it was as easy as that. Giving your ass a clap that made your pussy clench around nothing.
The moment he was out the door you were stumbling to your feet, managing to grab Johnâs jacket. Soapâs tail wagged and he barked, getting up himself - but Gaz held him back.
âNah, let her run back ând whimper, Soap.â
You didnât stay to hear the reply. You just bolted to the house, jacket barely on, naked from the waist down. Feet sinking slightly into the muddy parts of the farm, towards the door you had been thrown out earlier.
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You were a crying mess, John cooing at you, drying your tears with a worried look in his eyes, while Nik seemed more calm. They both stank of sex but you were too upset to care. Humiliation from not being able to escape them, the need to be cared for, to be loved was overwhelming.
They made you bend over the couch at first, Nikâs fingers pressing into you, John softly hushing you as you cried.
âNo tear,â he confirmed a moment after, pulling his fingers out, with a soft pat on your ass.
âLetâs get you a bath, princess.â You nodded while whining, clinging onto Nik as he lifted you up.
âWe might need to get those checked out,â Nik nodded towards your shoulders and back and you looked over at John, who didnât look too happy. Even Nik, who was much more calm, didnât seem to be too enthusiastic despite how he hadnât stepped in earlier.
The water in the tub was nice. Usually you would fight a little when it came to showers, but you were putty in their soft hands, carefully helping you get free of mud, dried blood and cum.
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Alex Keller and Farah Karim appeared just around ten minutes later, parking in the big driveway, near the barn. They had apparently just visited Rudy and Rodolfo, or at least so you heard them talking about in the entrance.
Normally you would be barking at the mere door opening, curiosity overwhelming over who could give you attention now.
You were laying on your stomach on the couch, wearing panties and with a blanket over you, fur and hair still a little damp.
âThere she is,â Farah mused as she entered the living room, taking in your otherwise quiet demeanor in contrast to your usual intense one, âpoor puppy got all messed up, huh?â
A barely audible growl left you.
âCut her some slack, Farah,â Alex said, following after her, his new fancy prosthetic leg that was electrical, saying a soft noise you assumed wasnât something the humans could hear.
âHe wonât send them away,â you just replied, sending John a stink eye, which made Nik chuckle while John at least looked a little upset about it.
âWe will teach them to be gentle,â Nik mused to which you huffed, because that wasnât helping one bit.
âLet us see then,â Farah said, stepping over to the couch, while Alex followed, putting their bags down on the table.
You sat up, turning your back towards them, pulling the blanket down to expose your bites, both of the vets stepping closer.
Alex let out a little whistle. Your ears tipped back a little.
âThat is some nasty bites,â Farah agreed and you could hear them put on plastic gloves. Despite your anger towards your owner right now, you sent John a desperate look - and the man was with you in mere seconds, one hand gently holding onto your collar, the other caressing your dog ear, in an attempt to calm you down. You hated how it instantly helped. You didnât really have good memories with vet visits despite knowing Farah and Alex were always sweet and careful with you.
At the first touch of a gloved hand near your bite, you moved instantly, grabbing onto Johnâs arm with a whine.
âSorry lovely,â Farah apologized, âweâll have to clean them up - Iâm afraid two of them might need a stitch or two.â
âWeâll numb the area first, donât worry,â Alex was quick to add in a softer tone.
If this didnât prove to John and Nik that the hybrids shouldnât be near you, you didnât know what would.
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Farah and Alex left half an hour later, with you being prescribed antibiotics and painkillers.
Nik and John spoke in hushed voices while you watched television, John having given you some snacks.
âNik and I are going to town, Princess,â John said a moment later, entering the room to give you another pat on the head, âweâll be back in an hour or two.â
âWhat if they go in here-â you whined, âI wanna go, I wanna-â
âHush. You canât rip the stitches, youâre staying here. Weâll lock the door, Laswell will make sure youâre left alone, alright?â
âMmKay.â
You stayed in the living room most of the day, watching rom coms and reality television. Nothing like watching two hybrids fall in love, but not being allowed to meet, their owners despising each other.
When your owner and Nik returned, they had brought several things - most importantly, some nicely baked cake for you, as a treat. Your tail wagged while eating it. If you closed your eyes, it was like you were back in the city again.
Imagining you werenât out in the country, that you were in a fancy apartment and not an old farmhouse; that the sounds in the background was the music of the city and notâ
The sounds of a cow mooing. You huffed, took another bite, closing your eyes and daydreamed once more.
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âGo on, then.â
You blinked at Johnâs voice, sterner than last time, for a moment afraid if youâd done anything wrong. The painkillers were making you a little slow, so you blinked a couple of times, before you were able to focus your eyes on the people in the living room.
And instantly tip your ears back in a growl at the sight of the three hybrids, John and Nik standing behind them.
âGo away.â You growled, to which Ghost huffed, rolling his eyes and shooting John a look. John merely crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. As if to dare him to not follow the order theyâve been told.
âIâm sorry that I hurt ye, cuilean. I dinnae mean tae. Nae this badly.â It was Soap who said it first, actually looking apologetic as you laid there on the couch, staring at them, Gaz nodding along.
âYeah sorry,â Gazâ ears were tipped down, tail even a little between his legs, âwe wonât bite you again like that, I swear, we never meant to hurt you.â
You wanted to get them castrated. Despise not really liking their apologies, you looked over at Ghost then, waiting. The big guy didnât say anything, just stared at you - that was until Soap elbowed him in the ribs, the pale man finally grunted out; âSorry sweetheart.â
John looked expectantly at you, a small smile on his face, as if to say âlook! They can be good!â. You scrunched your eyebrows together in a frown. That was it?
You deserved poems, movies, dances, songs, art pieces created in a mere attempt of apologising properly.
âI still hate you.â
It made Soap laugh, grinning with all his teeth, while John groaned behind them, touching his face. Nik seemed amused too however.
âGood enough for now. We will work on bonding later, da?â
âThey can bond with each other,â you answered, curling together on the couch, âbite each other to pieces.â
âWe apologized,â Ghost argued in a dry voice, as if he barely believed in it himself.
âFuck off.â
Ghost smiled at your stubbornness, before letting John kick them into the kitchen so that they could be fed before being sent out again.
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Your time with them was limited for a couple of days, much to your enjoyment. You got extra attention, John and Nik were careful around you â John did eat you out on the third day, when you became frustrated, Nik cooed at you in Russian as you came. Even Laswell was a little nicer to you.
You got scratches beneath your chin, kisses and touches and the pain meds helped stop the thundering pain from the bite marks, which were at least healing nicely.
You slept at your masterâs - and his boyfriendâs - feet, leisuring around the house while they worked throughout the day.
Apparently the military bastards knew how to do their jobs, at least. They stopped and caught a fox before it got a chicken, kept the wolves at bay and helped throughout the day. They made sure to watch at night, too apparently.
Then it was rainy one day⌠and it rained a lot that night. It seemed to never end and when you were called to eat breakfast, you had assumed the working dogs were out. But they werenât.
In fact, two of them stood in the doorway, close to the dinner table, watching as their third pack mate, Soap, quietly sat on the bench while Nikolai and John looked him over. They all had damp hair and Gazâs and Ghostâs boots were covered in mud, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. Dirty mutts.
âGood morning bird,â Gaz greeted, looking over you and smiling as you coughed so that they would move. They did so and you stepped into the kitchen, not answering the greeting.
It was only when you passed him that Soap looked up and grinned at you.
âHiya bonnie lass,â his words sounded⌠slurred in a way. A tad too loud, but his tail was thumping at the sight of you. You huffed, looking at Nikolai as he sighed and put down a piece of tech you didnât know.
âIâm afraid you need to fix by professional,â Nikolai said, looking at John, âitâs all completely ruined.â
âHm, thatâs what I figured,â John said, âalright. Weâll go get it done today, just so he can feel better soon.â
âGonna do what?â You asked as you sat down at your common spot, looking confused for a moment - then Nikolai pointed to the technology that was dripping with water and mud.
âSoapâs hearing aid is broken,â Nik replied, âwe have to get a new one.â
âYou guys can go out and help Laswell - Iâm gonna go to town together with Soap andââ
Growls.
You tried making yourself smaller, even though they werenât raised towards you.
âWeâre not leaving him.â
âWhat is dae matter?â Soapâs voice was loud, as his head turned from person to person.
John was staring at Ghost who had crossed his arms.
âIt wonât take long,â John replied but Ghost just growled again.
âNo.â
âGhost,â Johnâs voice was kept calm but steady, âSoapâs not going to get hurt. We will get him fitted for one and find a kind that fits him the best - then weâll come back. Bringing you two along wonât be necessary.â
Ghost didnât look one bit convinced but John turned towards Soap anyways, leaning closer to his human ear on the left side of his face.
âYouâll need new hearing aids,â he explained, voice loud and words clear, âNikolai and I will take you to town to get them fixed.â
He pulled back and Soap looked confused but nodded.
âI dinnae want to make trouble,â he promised, ears tipping back a little, âI can make it work!â
John shook his head, giving Soap a small smile before reaching up and giving his head a pat. His tail instantly began to wag again.
âYou didnât do it on purpose,â John answered, keeping his voice loud, âitâs okay. You would need new ones eventually.â
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John and Nikolai left after breakfast, with the herding dog in the backseat, muzzle on his face - just in case.
You had forgotten the fact Soap had lost some of his hearing, though you had noticed the hearing aid now and again.
Ghost and Gaz didnât seem one bit happy with their bonded mate leaving, even though they knew he would be back. Laswell was using them though, making them help fix things, so you dared to relax again, enjoying the little sun ray that hit one of your dog beds perfectly.
The peace and quiet that you had enjoyed and the lack of attempts at being forced to spend time with the men was seemingly coming to an end, at least for one specific pup.
Soap was back, giant grin on his face but no hearing aids, since they apparently decided to buy a fancy kind that had to be shipped to the clinic in the nearest town.
Which meant Soap was in house rest for the next couple of days.
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At first Soap left you alone, merely staying close but not messing with you. He slept in one of your dog beds, muttering - or at least trying to - about how nice and soft it was.
All you could think about was that it needed to get washed, because you werenât sleeping in something that stank of him. You even suspected he jerked off into the fuzzy fabric. Nasty.
John had merely told you to be nice and share when you complained; that Soap wasnât used to being indoors like this, wasnât used to remaining still and not having something to do - that he didnât like not being able to hear.
You tried, at least a little, to be overbearing, making it rather visible when he got too close and you didnât like it.
He would disappear now and again to see his mates, and come back with a wagging tail, salvia wet lips and a pleased smile on his face.
As long as he kept his distance.
It was on the second day however, when taking a nap in your own room, in the fuzzy, soft dog bed, that the mutt caught you off guard.
You slowly woke to a nice and pleasurable feeling, letting out a deep pleased sigh as you blinked a couple of times, slightly confused over what was making you feel this way. Of why your legs felt slightly cold. Only to blink a couple of times, half lidded eyes looking down â seeing Soap with his dirty paws on you, tongue halfway into your cunt.
His tail was wagging, ears turning towards you and he didnât even stop when he realized you had woken up. If anything, he just quickened his tongueâs movement, thrusting it into your cunt, tightening his hands on your thighs.
ââS okay, Bonnie lass,â he cooed, a slight slurred tone to his voice as he pulled back a little, tongue and slick dripping from his mouth and chin, before he crawled up to you. You didnât have time to protest, the bigger hybrid settling in behind you, the lack of his own pants clear as he settled against your back, his cock pressing against your asscheeks. His hands slid around your body, holding you close and letting out a deep breath as if the both of you just woke from the nap.
You twitched slightly and he kissed you cheek, âdinnae throw a fit, please,â he mumbled against it, voice still a little loud.
âI will yell for master,â you warned with a growl. The other just let out a âmhmm,â in agreement and you werenât really sure whether he had truly heard your threat or not. Even if he had, you werenât sure if it would have stopped him.
Despite your confused and tired attempt at pulling free, squirming and attempting to claw at whatever you could reach, it was no help.
His cock slid into your pussy, which was looser than you liked. Your eyes rolled back for a moment and Soap let out a deep growl, that sounded more pleased than anything.
You writhed, unable to help it, the cock hitting you so well, which you didnât like. Well, you liked it, the pleasure, but you didnât want to give in.
You cried out at a deeper thrust, Soap moaning as well; it started deep in his chest and turned more high pitched, more needy. He was careful with your shoulders, keeping you pressed so close you couldnât move them. The stitches were almost ready to come out and though there was a slight pain, it was not too much.
He fucked you better than you liked, whimpering behind you like a needy mutt in rut.
You couldnât control your moans and cries, attempting to keep it down, to pretend you werenât enjoying it. His thrusts were deep but quick, sending your mind spiraling. His knot teased your opening with each movement.
You moaned so loud it was bordering on a scream when he came, knotting you. Carefully licking your cheek, catching a few of your tears with a pleased hum.
It was barely a minute later before John opened the door quickly, looking worried, apron on, presumably making lunch - instantly looking at you. He blinked at the sight of you and Soap, before visibly calming, even smiling. How dared he, traitor, meaâ
You let out a small sound as Soap wagged his tail, it thumbed against your bed quickly, making you mewl a little as the movement rushed through his hips and making his cock move, inside your cunt. The knot moving and pressing inside you, making you unable to breathe for a second, eyes rolling up.
Soap licked against your cheek and you pawed at his hands on you, ears tipped back a little.
âHorny pups,â said almost lovingly by Price who then patted your head, and you whined, annoyed by how you were stuck to Soap - or well, to his cock.
âDonât like him, Sir,â you whined, using your best needy voice, ignoring Priceâa raised eyebrow as another thrust made you gasp again.
âYou seem to get along fine,â he just answered, patting Soapâs head to prove to the other man that it was fine - he moved Soapâs head to the side for a moment, taking a look at your shoulders, to make sure nothing was bleeding, âeverything seems good. He can control himself then.â
âCastrate them,â you just replied, âcut off their dicks.â
John Price laughed. You still loved his laughter even if he didnât understand your hatred for the mutts he had decided to add to the farm.
âWhen you get untangled, thereâs lunch in the kitchen.â
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When Farah and Alex returned to look at your wounds and remove your stitches, you felt your tail instantly go between your legs, ears down.
âItâs fine. Iâm doing fine,â you argued, not making one move towards sitting down on the couch like last time. You knew Farah and Alex were only there to help you; however, you werenât in pain like last, your mind saw no reason for them to be there. Surely the stitches would fall out or something?
âPrincess,â your owner stepped towards you, your tail curling even further between your legs, âitâs fine, theyâre gonna checââ
You stumbled backwards, almost falling into Soapâs chest. He seemed confused at the sudden appearance of the two vets, who were smiling gently at the two of you. Yet when you curled around and behind him, he instantly straightened up.
You could hear Nik laugh. âThey have been bonding!â
âShut it, Nik,â John just answered while Alex huffed, your owner stepping closer, âdarling, come on. We will be done in a minute.â
âTheyâll file down my teeth.â
âWha- no, of course they wonât, princess. You know I wonât let them do that.â
You sniffled, holding onto Soapâs shirt. There was a low growl from Soap.
You still very much hated him, but you could have kissed him.
âDinnae.â Was all he said, slightly slurred and a little loud, but still. Body tense.
âShe needs her stitches checked.â Farahâs voice cut through the room, loud and clearly not filled with patience, âwe are here to clean them and remove them.â
Soapâs body language calmed down a little and you wanted to hit him, for giving up so easily. What kind of fucking safety was he supposed to offer when he gave in line this? Maybe you should just ask Farah to castrate him and the two other mutts while she was here.
âSit,â John pointed towards the couch and Soap moved - pulling you by the arm, while you barked and argued a little.
In the end you curled up against him, John petting your hair, as they removed the stitches.
By now, everything seemed to be going as they should.
It wasnât like when you got the fangs filed down or when you were declawed, but you were still afraid. Not that they could take much more from you.
Despite not liking either Farah or Alex being there, you still took the treat they offered you - managing to get it into your mouth before Soap could get too interested. He got his own and you didnât like how both your tails wagged. But you allowed it for now.
The treat wasnât as good as the weird one Nik had fed you the first day. You let out a dramatic sigh on the couch, making John roll his eyes - but he scratched your stomach a little before moving on, to do whatever it was farmers did.
You just ignored Soap, he was wagging his tail like a lovesick puppy next to you, sniffing your hair. You still hadnât forgiven him or the others for anything.
His hearing aids came later that day. You kept your distance, watching Gaz and Ghost help him get it set up right, Nik and John right by them.
You wasnât really upset that Soap went back outside⌠were you?
No. Not at all.
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