#but it also makes me feel so defeated. because humans are so resistant to change and the systems are so slow and unmovable

[leaving-fragments]

just this morning an older guy i met in the fields walking his dog tried to argue with me that climate change isn't real and then tonight i read this ft article on how bad it's getting and it just makes me cry

[espace--positif]

This image from the third Elden Ring Book of Knowledge on SOTE has been circulating, and people are citing it as proof that Radahn was a willing participant in Miquella's plans. I don't think these words can serve as definitive proof, and I maintain that Radahn was controlled by Miquella. Here's why.

Image credits: @/Siofra_Mariner on Twitter

To me, the words "their order" and "their cause" don't prove that Radahn is united with Miquella by choice. These deliberate words make me think of Leda's group, Those United in Common Cause, who end up at odds with each other when Miquella's charm inevitably breaks. I think that that very same influence is being alluded to here, with Miquella having used his influence to control Radahn and join him to his cause.

The words "Miquella will intervene once again" imply that Miquella has to fight against some form of natural current, has to change the course of fate, in order to succeed (or try to succeed) at defeating the Lord of the Old Order; to me, the first time he intervened and changed the course of fate is referred to in the first paragraph, where they detail his resurrection of Radahn's body, free of scarlet rot. The text also refers to Radahn's "deserved rest" - again implying that Miquella's resurrection and use of Radahn is somewhat unnatural and morally wrong. If Radahn truly were a willing participant, I don't think that it would have been referred to this way. The story of one intervening with another's fate ironically occurs earlier in the base game, with Radahn stilling Ranni's fate by holding back the stars.

Next, I want to talk about, guess what, more wording.

"Miquella's wish to instill Radahn as his Promised Consort upon his ascent to godhood, a promise he made to Radahn in their childhood."

Note that the wish is Miquella's wish, not Miquella and Radahn's wish, not their collective wish. The word promise is also interesting if we look at the way Miquella uses the word in the DLC dialogue, and towards whom it's directed.

"I promise you, a thousand year voyage, guided by compassion."

Miquella says this to the Tarnished when they are grabbed. Two grabs, and the Tarnished gets their "Heart Stolen", charmed by Miquella forevermore. The Tarnished is resistant, and this is one way through which Miquella deals with resistance.

To Miquella, promises and vows are not shared agreements, but they are the way he enacts his will and influence upon others. They are unidirectional, assured, and a means to an end. His compassion extends to all, but strips all free will, and Radahn's is no exception.

A few notes that didn't fit into any of the above points:

This is my interpretation of the game and the text, and I always enjoy reading other people's interpretations. I think that's the great thing about Elden Ring's ambiguous lore; there can be many readings, and we'll really never know which are right.

I'm very biased when it comes to the topic of Miquella's desecration of both Radahn and Mohg, one in body, and one in soul - I feel like it really cemented how wrong Miquella ended up turning after abandoning all those aspects of himself in the Land of Shadow, and I felt all kinds of icky and sad when I finished the DLC because of this. St. Trina's being discarded and her death was devastating, especially when she was one of the most human and compassionate characters in Elden Ring, granting respite to all the frenzied merchants out of true compassion.

I do believe that Miquella is a victim of the cycle, though, and that he lost himself in more ways than one after witnessing what happened to his mother. To Miquella, the only way to make people stop doing horrible things is to stop them from doing anything of their own volition at all. In theory, it works. But it is so sad. I'm reminded of Melina's dialogue when you choose to inherit the frenzied flame: "However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?" I sympathize with Miquella, I really do. I understand that he did all this because he not find any alternatives. The world being comprised of cyclical happenings that one person cannot fix is a recurring theme in Souls in general, and Miquella is just another victim of another cycle, which ends up begetting more violence, much like the violence enacted on Marika which prompted Miquella to try and fix things in the first place.

That’s it! I really needed to get this off my chest, and it definitely didn’t fit into a tweet (which is where all the discourse is happening lol). If you made it to the bottom of this yap, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well! Thanks for reading my ramblings <3

[catladyhere]

Humans Are Space Orcs

Right?

Okay, so, what if aliens were to see what our kind had developed merely for entertainment purposes, which is a completely baseless IDEA of what we expect aliens to be like.

This is the one that got me thinking. Alien Isolation. The absolute horror that we have spent time and effort to create, to scare ourselves. Because a Deathworld wasn't fucking enough. It's enough to send a human screaming and whimpering. An (apparently) apex predator species.

It was a random day in the space station where sentient beings of all kinds worked at. One of the more adventurous Jlorps, against their good judgement, decided to ask human Oliver about his favourite horror 'entertainment'. Horror was a fairly new concept being slowly understood by the other beings, but how an instinctive reaction in the face of imminent doom, was a pastime, or even a FAVOURITE pastime, was beyond them. However, Oliver could not resist showing them what a Xenomorph is.

Jlorp Ilof watched, frozen in sheer terror, as they saw what the human mind considered terrifying, suddenly remembering all the serious advice that others of his kind, and other aliens too, gave them regarding this particular killer species. What's worse, was that Human Oliver was e x c i t e d to show them their kind's work, which was meant to scare them, which has stopped being scary on account of Oliver not accepting defeat.

"Well.... what do you think?" Oliver asked carefully, as he had observed the previously confident Ilof, slowly start to change their colour from a bright yellow to a dull purple, their kind's indication of feeling fear. He could not help but cringe a little internally, as he really should have thought things through before introducing a prey species to something that scares a good number of his own people.

Ilof spoke after a while, trying to think how they will forget what they saw a minute ago. It was downright traumatising for them. Humans alone were capable of terrifying most of the beings in their galaxy, what were they even thinking, asking their human friend what they were scared of?

"But... why? Why is simulated terror entertaining??" Ilof asked, as they did the Jlorp equivalent of wiping one's cold sweat.

"Because." Olive protested, "It gets our adrenaline flowing. It's a 'flight or fight' response from our brain, when we're in danger. If you subtract the danger from a situation, and add the comfort of knowing you yourself will be safe, it only leaves behind a racing pulse, which... well, it makes us feel alive."

Ilof was at a loss for words.

Human beings liked being in danger, but not dying. But they'd also heard stories about how some humans had readily jumped in the face of danger, where death was certain, to save their comrades. There were too much information in their head, all of them either connected or contradictory.

"Okay, Oliver, so let me get this straight, your kind feels dead at times, somehow, and you simulate death and destruction, to soothe said 'deadness'?"

"Precisely." Oliver beamed, which made the Jlorp further uncomfortable.

"I think I will retire to my work station now."

Ilof never asked another human being, what 'horror' they liked best, choosing to religiously follow the advice from other aliens who have experienced humans and their bizarre rituals and pastimes.

#EarthIsSpaceAustralia

#humansarespaceorcs

[necrophilemagpie]

Alucard characterization headcanons and Why exactly making Seras a vampire was something he felt the need to do. And why she felt the need to resist it so much.

So, here's the big one that p much drives my personal characterization of him

He's not some sort of just-because devil figure that 'corrupts people for the fun of it i guess.' No, his reasons for doing what he does are deeply painfully personal and informed shamelessly by his own trauma and things He wanted back before he lacked power.

Oh and wanting to justify himself and that pesky thing called being afraid to be alone.

"I wish everyone that's hurt me ever died a painful gory death" is something a lot of people feel, but he makes the assumption that it's something people also want to Act on. He did.

How Exactly he became Dracula is not known, but it is strongly implied something happened and he Gave Himself that kind of power through the rage he felt.

And then the dynamic flipped. He became a powerful feared warlord, he was in a position where, if he so wished anyone that as much as looked at him wrong could be easily be rid of forever in a matter of minutes or seconds.

He also got to know all too well when he was defeated just exactly how painful it was to be powerless again, though not entirely this time, by comparison it must've Felt exactly like coming back to being a scared kid.

Especially having been betrayed further, and, as far as he knew, being tossed to that basement to the end of time, unable to even move, until Integra found him.

And in his mind, not only did she Save him, she saved him By Giving Him Power again.

And he wants to replicate that feeling, that exhilaration of being granted power to... honestly just reach the absolute safety of being the scariest thing around really.

He saw Seras and realized, maybe, just maybe thats someone thats kind of like him, maybe that's someone that Could Be Like him, maybe if he gives her what he previously mustered for himself, and what Integra gave him

finally, finally somebody will understand him. Finally he can justify who he is by saying 'look! here's someone, here's someone who thought the same!' that he's not a monster, or at least not that much of a monster, or at least that being a monster is a normal, reasonable thing to be.

Trouble is, Seras, no doubt growing up with no real support as an extremely traumatized, and, honestly, likely autistic child knows something about the human world he might've forgotten about.

And that something is, that outliers are not Welcome in the world, that the world is Always bigger, that being visibly hurt is Dangerous and that lashing out will get you in deep shit and it's best to not give anyone reasons to notice.

She's not just a bubbly girl simply to be cute I guess, the girl is masking.

Oh but she no longer lives in the human world. And to him it's weakness, to him it's bullshit. To him it's Seras digging her own grave.

He doesn't quite get at first that she doesn't just cling to humanity because change is scary, but because her humanity has been The One Thing she's had to protect herself with. And Acting Like A Normal Human was her one defense against being neglected and othered more than she already was.

It did literally take the human world visibly crumbling around her for Seras to realize, wait, that's not, that's not as real or as powerful a structure as she thought and it wont even apply to her anymore once its back.

And likely shocked as he was, that Seras turned out a very different kind of monster from him, Alucard, nonetheless, got something much better than he bargained for. Not a copy or a follower. An equal.

[enkisstories]

On Batuu John Spilph had only ever known Rey Palpatine as a shining beacon of hope, who swooped in, saved the day and returned to being an elusive enigma again. And Armitage Hux had at best been a scary face on TV, not even a real person. It had been doubtful whether Hux had even been aware of Batuu's existence.

But now that John was sheltering both in his factory, the larger than life hero and the looming menace had turned human to the point where the entrepreneur felt comfortable to casually chat with them over meals.

John: "Caroline once said that I bring out the best in her. Am I right in assuming it's the same for you? Is there a certain someone for whom you put the General aside and looked what else there might be to you?"

Armitage: "Wouldn't that be a story? But, no. I allied with the Resistance to bring down Kylo Ren. Working together with them turned out to be a greater challenge than fighting them, though. For the first time since I was three years old, there were no demands or expectations, just acceptance. Such a soft lifestyle! Laughable, really. I mean, corn syrup on a stick and chocolate Vaders? C'mon! But it also was enticing, in a way. I felt… sheltered."

John: "That's how Daniel must have felt when he came into my household. I bet he was at his most vulnurable when the crystal started to whisper to him, making it easy to corrupt him."

Armitage: "You started to rub off on me... a little. But then Rose bared her fangs, did what needed to be done, with no regard to my feelings in this matter, and the illusion of a happy rebel utopia in the woods got pierced. I wasn't even angry at Rose, but at the way the world works, after all."

Rey: "It doesn't have to remain an illusion. We can make it real. I'm working my ass off to make it real."

Armitage: "No. You can't. A military victory over the First Order is impossible."

Rey: "That's not decided yet!"

Armitage: "Is, too. My words just now didn't come from pride alone, I told you a fact. When we camped at Moonwood Mill, I managed to gain full access to your network. I saw the truth, but never told you. You have zero chance."

Rey: "Armitage, you... I see that you are not lying. I can feel it in the Force, too. But that only means that we have to find a different way to win!"

Armitage: “Hm... How determined exactly are you in this regard?”

Rey: “You still need to ask?"

Armitage: "Alright... To defeat the First Order, you need to free us from ourselves first. Are we in agreement about that?"

Rey: "Yes. We never fought for territory, or resources, or from a thirst for power, but always first and foremost for the people!"

Armitage: "Good. Then I will tell you now what Ben hasn't shared with you guys yet: The First Order is breaking apart over Ben's redemption arc. We are in a state of civil war. As Grand-Marshall and third in the command chain, I hereby propose a formal alliance between our faction and the Resistance."

Rey: "Allying with the rancor's claws against its fangs?"

Armitage: "It's that or anihilation at the hand of whoever wins the civil war, because we won't toss our weapons to you guys' feet. But if you help us through this crisis, then after the civil war we will listen to you... blood of Palpatine and rightful successor to our throne."

John: "So it'll be the Second Order all over?"

Armitage: "The what now?"

Rey: "That's what Governor Sonderan named his movement, back on Batuu, when the planet was under First Order rule. He introduced reforms, a slow change, that would leave nobody with the impression of having lost. Reality forced him to abandon that path, though, and to go full on rebel."

Armitage: "Why can't I shake the feeling that when you say "reality", you really mean Kylo Ren..."

John: "Yes, him.”  (turning to Rey) “ I can’t stomach the idea of the Resistance I, however briefly, fought in myself, joining forces with Kylo Ren. But if you have claims to the throne? And those shitheads would voluntarily follow you? Rey... Princess Palpatine... you should seriously consider that!”

Rey: “I refuse to act as a figurehead, so I’d stay in power for like two hours.”

Armitage: “Considering that I needed three and a half minutse to finish off the New Republic, two hours is something I can work with.”

Rey: “That comment was more than inappropriate!!!”

Armitage: But you didn’t outright tell me “No”, either. Let’s bring this up again at a later time.

[ecargmura]

Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 41 Review - Falling Leaves

Like I said before in my episode 39 review, someone in the studio REALLY likes Battamonda. Guess who gets a third focus episode? I’m also assuming someone in the studio also really likes shipping Monda with Mashiro because this is the second time they’re on focus together. I’m honestly more of a Sora/Mashiro shipper, but the Monda/Mashiro dynamic is pretty hilarious given that she has no idea he’s Battamonda. Though, the “Kill them with kindness” quote really works here as Mashiro’s kindness is begrudgingly changing Monda.

I guess this would be considered a plot-related episode as a bit of the Underg Empire lore is revealed here. Underg soldiers are trained excessively. Battamonda managed to overcome the brutal training and became a general, but Skearhead tells him that he’s very weak and incompetent. To be fairly honest, if you compare the villains’ actions throughout this show, Battamonda was the only one who actually came close to capturing Ellee and defeating the Precures. He was the one who caused havoc on Sky Land with the giant Ranborg bomb, caused the King and Queen to fall into a cursed slumber and then used Shalala as the first human infused Ranborg to lower Sky’s morale. Compared to Kabaton and Minoton, the “weak” Battamonda was actually the most nefarious.

Battamonda’s personality makes sense now that he brought up the topic of how weak people fall into nothing like falling leaves. He acts tough, but he’s very insecure on the inside. He considers himself like falling leaves. Fortunately, Mashiro’s kind heart serves as a catalyst for his character development. Look at her catching onto Monda’s insecurity spot on when she had asked him if there was something that had been frustrating him. That look of bewilderment definitely meant she hit a home run.

If you notice, there are ginkgo leaves surrounding Battamonda towards the end of the episode. There are several meanings of Ginkgo leaves. They mainly symbolize hope, strength and resilience. Ginkgo trees are known for their longevity and toughness. Battamonda is very stubborn and is a tough person to deal with but like falling leaves, there is hope for his growth and change if he harbors the strength to do so and resist the urge to fall back into his old ways. I think this is perfect for him and a clever way to incorporate autumn since it is the season of death—death of the old Battamonda, perhaps.

While Mashiro was also the other focus character for this episode, I feel as if she was mainly a catalyst for Battamonda’s potential change. I do like how she’s super expressive than before in this episode. I do wonder why she wasn’t this bubbly before; she’s so adorable like this. I do hope the contest results will be revealed in a future episode.

I do like that Kabaton’s new life is revealed here. While Battamonda is reluctantly working at a food truck to make means ends, Kabaton is enjoying his new life selling sweet potatoes. His sweet potato stand seems to be popular as he has regular customers. I’m glad that someone is enjoying their time in Sorashido City.

Skearhead seems to be very heartless compared to the other generals. He fooled Sky by saying his motive is for someone he loves, but then tries to counterattack her when she fell for that. He cares about results above all else. He doesn’t think Battamonda is useful and even tries to kill him before Mashiro steps in. Though, his actions confuse me. Why is he doing this? I do hope that Skearhead’s motives are revealed in a future episode because he’s very mysterious.

Next week’s episode has Shalala coming to town. This will probably be a Sora-focused episode after seeing how frustrated she was at being called naive by Skearhead. I hope this episode will be good. The last time Sora had a depression episode, it was wonderfully written. If you have seen this episode, do you think Battamonda will change for the better this time around?

[ga-yuu]

[I'm The Oni Princess - What If I Made A Deal With Ibuki Instead?] - Tamamo Story

What if I was the person that made a deal with an Oni.

This is a story of me, who made a deal with Ibuki and became the Oni princess, and 'him'.

Demonic screams roar through the bamboo forest at night.

(....It's already over)

After confirming that the demon was gone, I sighed in relief and sat down from exhaustion.

I was attacked by a demon on my way home.

I fought it using the supernatural ability I acquired by making a deal with Ibuki.

And also with the help of the person who is now standing in front of me.

Yoshino: ".....Thank you so much."

Tamamo: "I didn't do much."

The silvery white fox demon responds with a brilliant lustrous voice that slowly melts in the darkness.

Tamamo: "Even if I was not here to help you, I'm sure you would have been able to defeat it on your own."

With his charming smile, he held out his hand to me.

(You have saved me many times)

I thanked him again and placed my hand in his and stood up...

Yoshino: "!!"

Tamamo grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.

(What...!?)

Tamamo: "Oops, did I surprise you? Don't widen your eyes too much, or they will fall out."

He holds me tightly in his arms.

Tamamo stroked my head while smiling and humming happily.

And because I just used my thunder ability, my hair is still blond.

Yoshino: "Tama..mo? What are you doing all of a sudden....?"

Tamamo stopped stroking my hair suddenly and started frowning.

Suddenly bewildered, I tried to get out of Tamamo's arms.

Tamamo: "Yoshino."

(Mm...)

I noticed that the golden eyes staring at me up close were glowing with somewhat of a beastly glint and I stopped moving.

(He looks so beautiful....but)

The dangerous brilliance is so captivating that I can't take my eyes off him.

Tamamo: "Golden hair and blue eyes.."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Tamamo: "You look beautiful. You look extremely gorgeous, but it somewhat annoys me that it is because of that man's influence."

Tamamo sounded unusually irritated.

(Are you sensing Ibuki's presence in me when I change my appearance...?)

But Tamamo who was staring at me intently looks even more beautiful.

With the moon in the background of the night sky, he shows no signs of hiding his silvery white ears or tail.

That makes me even more aware that a non-human being is holding me right now.

Tamamo: "Are you used to being held by another man like me?"

Tamamo: "Has Ibuki never touched you?"

Yoshino: "Well.."

(I can't say no at all)

(But all Ibuki does is play with me. It doesn't mean anything more to him)

Yoshino: "....I and Ibuki are not in love. I hope that answers your question."

Tamamo: "I see....so that means your position hasn't gone above from being a playmate."

Tamamo: "Coming from Ibuki, that's convincing."

Yoshino: "W-What...?"

In the middle of the sentence, he kissed my lips out no where.

Yoshino: "Wait...Mm.."

Feeling surprised, I try to resist but...

(!!....Why do you look like that?)

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes for a small moment and my heart throbbed.

Tamamo: "...Your natural appearance looks much better."

Before I realized it, my hair and eye color returned to normal.

This time, Tamamo gently kissed my hair.

Yoshino: ".....Thank you. But can you let go of me already?"

I say this in a trembling voice, and I myself was surprised.

Tamamo: "You're right."

Tamamo: "No matter how many demons you make deal with, the night is still the domain of demons."

Tamamo: "When it's such a beautiful moonlit night, it's likely that other hungry demons will come out of the shadows."

Tamamo: "...so it's time for children to go home."

Tamamo easily undoes his arm reluctantly.

(Ah...)

For some reason, my heart ached and my eyes followed Tamamo's hand as it moved away.

A small whisper grazed my ear as I lowered my gaze.

Tamamo: "Why didn't you make a deal with me?"

Startled, I looked up.

Tamamo: "Why is fate playing nasty tricks on us?"

The beautiful fox smiled sadly.

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 2 review

That beginning meeting among Sternritters gave me major flashbacks of Aizen and his meeting with his Espada. Was that intentional? More than likely yes, because of nostalgia reasons and for us to see nothing has really changed; "villains" still making plans how to defeat "heroes". Though, there was one tiny difference and that was the lack of tea. Oh yeah. Something about villains sipping tea when having their villain meeting gives such a sophisticated feeling, (even if they all wouldn't be that sophisticated) yet now...it's all business. After all, the Quincies are here to bring "peace"! I really liked how they made the camera angle move when they showed the meeting among all Sternritters and the top of the table surface was this episode's name. It felt very smooth and seriously gave that villainous meeting vibe.

This episode made me think something, and I'm not sure if it was really ever addressed in the manga, but how long does Quincies live? I know Yhwach is like a special case, but the way Askin talked and all the other implications before that...make it sound like Quincies too can live 100-plus years and still remain in their youthful appearances. Does this mean if they live in the World of the Living, only then they'll age normally like humans do? But as long as they're at Soul Society where is Reishi, it's a different story? Because if we think about the last cour, at least to me it seemed like Ryuuken aged normally. So did Masaki and because they were considered 'elite' Quincies, we can assume they weren't run-out-of-mill ones...so, does the location matter when comes to aging? Or, the fact if Quincies are Sternritters or not? Because we've only seen so far mostly Sternritters' POV of things, it could be they're a special case, but even so...I couldn't help but think that especially when they talked about Quincy King's rising and the time it would take.

And sunflower Mayuri makes an appearance! He really looked ridiculous, but still very loyal to his style: ridiculous but in such a way it was also a smart move. I'm not sure what kind of texture or animation technique the staff used, but the fact Mayuri's (and Nemu's) outfit seemed to be 'alive' was a very neat trick. They could have just gone with yellow and white colors that glow a little bit, but nope! They went over that little extra mile to give Mayuri's and Nemu's outfits that specialty that one would expect and wait for from Mayuri.

But man...working in a place like his lab at the moment, would be one form of torture as it seemed just so...bright. Must be nice, when one doesn't have migraine issues, eh?

Heh, Askin being all '-ck this sh*t, I'm out' toward Mayuri, when he at first measured how much effort it would take to take down Mayuri. xD And then Mayuri slaying back. Talk about two smart people going all 'too much effort' versus 'needs more time to craft such a plan I can crush you fully'. Though, that last look Mayuri gave to Askin...oh boy. He seriously wanted to crush Askin, like the lil' bug he was in his eyes.

Never understood why Toshiro had that cloth wrapped around his head, because earlier he didn't have. It just...ditto. Made me think of Rambo or some sort of other action movie where the "hero" has a bandana around their head...but Toshiro is supposed to be that cool guy, so heat shouldn't be a problem with him, so why? Though considering his opponent is Bazz-B, heat will be soon a problem for him...and yes, I can see the irony, that was before the heat problem, lol.

I must say, I really liked how Rangiku and Toshiro worked together against Bazz-B! I had missed such synergy, and especially Rangiku teasing Toshiro! Rangiku's explanation was a bit over the top, but it was still super cute! Especially when Toshiro clearly resisted his urge to roll his eyes while Bazz-B was just staring in there, probably thinking 'lots of words, I don't get anything!' Lol. But yeah. That was a super cute moment between Toshiro and Rangiku and reminded just how good a captain and lieutenant combo they make~. Unfortunately...it just wasn't enough this time around, despite their brave attempt to go against Bazz-B.

As a side note, I must admit I still find it pretty ridiculous how people explain in the battle against their opponent the 'trick' they're using...that's just begging trouble against them.

That moment with Omaeda and his sister was very touching. Despite the fact, Omaeda has been...well, not my favorite character (and probably either not many other people's), that moment was still touching. A bit of cliché hero talk, but at times those are needed, eh? Especially if a little girl is scared and crying.

Luckily Soi Fon came to the rescue, because while Omaeda's attempt was...well, okay, it wasn't enough. Not to mention, I just loved how Soi Fon acted all badass when she showcased her shunko! And yes, while that wasn't (at least yet) enough, I still liked how Soi Fon ride on her thrill over the fact she had managed to master her own shunko.

What caught my attention was how Soi Fon called BG9 in the subtitles 'freak', while in actuality she called him 'bakemono'. It was a small thing, but because of that, the meaning got a bit changed. While "freak" would have suited BG9, because of what he did earlier to Soi Fon in cour 1, I think 'bakemono' was a bit more suited as it can be translated as a monster, and in a sense, BG9 is exactly that. (Because he is basically a walking weapon, a robot, an entity that shinigami probably hasn't seen ever before.) Even so, despite the light tone difference, both are okay when thinking about the context. But even so...with my limited Japanese knowledge, it just caught my attention. ^^'

And once again, Urahara to rescue! Good thing Mayuri didn't cut him off right away when he heard his voice, since Gotei 13 is in a dire situation and will need all the help they can get.

Hmm, that ending with Ichigo walking toward the torii gate was interesting. I had to google a bit to find out what "irazusando" at the end meant, but I wasn't disappointed when I did!

I found a person on Reddit explaining it like this:

"It means "no entry Sandō".

A Sandō is a path/road leading to the entrance of a Shinto shrine, with a torii (the wooden gate Ichigo is walking towards) marking the origin of the path."

Very interesting. I can't wait to see how Ichigo will make his way to the torii or if will he meet more struggles when going toward it, as why else he would have that wooden sword with him? (I'm just waiting for a jumpscare in here...)

[keepmeinprayer]

The timing of this is perfect not only because of the milieu we’re all currently in and are probably gonna be in for several months to come, but also because I was just thinking about this! I’m reading about so many perspectives on what’s going on in our political system right now and all of it gives me the sense that people are in despair and unsure of what to do (or they’re not making it obvious if they’re going to do anything). I’m reading about all that is occurring and their implications and thinking, “Okay, so now what are we going to do?” I felt anxious and stressed and annoyed and fearful of the future, but then I remembered that I could do something just as I have in the past. I have an idea of what’s in my control, so I want to focus on that.

I love that in one of the excerpts that Popova includes, it reads,

When you recognize uncertainty, you recognize that you may be able to influence the outcomes — you alone or you in concert with a few dozen or several million others. Hope is an embrace of the unknown and the unknowable, an alternative to the certainty of both optimists and pessimists. Optimists think it will all be fine without our involvement; pessimists take the opposite position; both excuse themselves from acting. It’s the belief that what we do matters even though how and when it may matter, who and what it may impact, are not things we can know beforehand. We may not, in fact, know them afterward either, but they matter all the same, and history is full of people whose influence was most powerful after they were gone.

That excerpt made me want to read Rebecca Solnit because it echoes so much of what I’ve already learned about life. It makes a lot of sense and is easy to just give up when it looks like things are about to go downhill and you have little to no power over how that process/situation will affect you. I probably would have done that before, but I’ve also come to realize that we’re all just humans. We’ve never done this life thing before (as far as we know), so we can just do our best in the moment and try to feel as little regret for our actions as possible. There’s no way of knowing how your actions are going to affect your life in the future, so I believe you might as well choose to be brave and do what is best for yourself and others. Feel the despair (and the hope) and use it to propel you towards action in whatever way you can act. If it turns out bad, at least you tried and you can move forward whichever way is possible. If it turns out at least decently, it’ll always serve as a reminder that you can make things happen if you put in the effort.

I was just really inspired by this particular book recommendation and I hope that my sentiments came across well?

[mythology-void]

BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS SO I CAN FORCE FEED PEOPLE MY OPINIONS ok here we go

So specifically in There Are Other Ways, Jay chose to opt out of that part of the story where Odysseus is forced to sleep with Circe in order to emphasize his loyalty to his wife as well as show Circe's capacity for grace/kindness. So to answer your question on a purely surface level--no. Odysseus did not sleep with Circe in EPIC specifically.

However. Not only do I personally disagree with this take, I also think it's created a good bit of unnecessary confusion and controversy over Odysseus as a character, so traits such as his loyalty to his wife (which is a central aspect of his character) is questioned.

I don't really like that Jay decided to change that part of the story specifically (no hate, just my opinion) because it feels like it took apart what could have been a really powerfully shown dynamic in order to overemphasize loyalty/kindness on the part of Odysseus and Circe respectively. The dynamic between Odysseus and Circe had the opportunity to be a really gorgeous complex dynamic (they could have brought back the Just a Man motif) between a mortal and a goddess. The fact that Odysseus DIDN'T sleep with Circe in EPIC makes me a little sad because we lost so much of the complexity that makes Odysseus such a good character--the painful and difficult-to-justify decisions he makes and how we as the readers try to make that gel with our modern perspective.

BUT ANYHOW HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED

In EPIC, Circe is defeated and attempts to sell herself in order to protect her nymphs from Odysseus. This creates a weird sort of power dynamic where she's attempting to seduce him as self defense and he's trying to resist it because whoa, what the fuck, I'm married etc etc. If it helps you can imagine her as a mage with like 2 hit points who's rolling for seduction because it's literally her last option. Meanwhile Odysseus is trying to force her to free his men at sword point and getting magically seduced at the same time. (if they'd actually gone through with it, it would have been a very odd mutual rape (?) situation)

This is the OPPOSITE of what happened in the actual Odyssey, where Odysseus was encouraged by Hermes to sell HIMSELF to Circe in order to keep his men safe. In the original myth, Circe was in power the whole time, and Odysseus was forced to beg for sanctuary and the freedom of his men. The price was his body, so he paid it. Again, the OPPOSITE of what happened in EPIC because Jay wanted to emphasize loyalty for Odysseus(which Makes Sense because you can't show Every Characteristic Ever Written in a musical medium) as a main character trait/potential fatal flaw. So we ditched the "Odysseus was forced to sleep with other women to get back to his wife" storyline and stuck with the "Ody loves his wife point blank period" bit.

NOW. The reason why this is not like "Say No to This" from Hamilton is because Odysseus DOES say no--he actively refuses Circe and asks her for help. Hamilton does the OPPOSITE. Also, it's a very different power dynamic from Hamilton--Alexander was a grown ass man talking to a young, married woman. He had nothing on the line but his reputation, and he made several conscious choices to sleep with Mariah Reynolds(eeww on so many levels but I digress).

Odysseus was a very mortal human guy (remember Just a Man?) at the mercy of a goddess who had his life and his men's lives completely under her control. Those are two WILDLY different power dynamics.

To emphasize this, in the book Odysseus is described as taking Circe's knees when he asks her to leave Ogygia. Taking someone's knees in ancient Greece was a posture of supplication--it was the only assured way that your host was required to listen to your request, and was typically only done in situations of desperation or extreme, high-tension situations. Odysseus has to BEG Circe to let him leave. He does something similar when asking her to release his men, and he's "deeply troubled in mind and heart" the whole time. That's not a consensual situation.

A lot of people are using this inaccuracy as far as the "source material" to hate on Odysseus because "he fucked his way up and down the Mediterranean" and "no one's acknowledging that Odysseus was a cheater lol"

which?? odysseus only slept with TWO women in the whole 20 years he was away from Ithaca and both of them were immortal (some people like to use hecuba as a gotcha, but let's be real. She's like 29 years older than him and he's happily married. I don't think so). so he was not "fucking his way up and down the Mediterranean"--he was COERCED and FORCED into sexual relationships with women goddesses who were significantly more powerful than him. I think the description of his relationship with Calypso was "one unwilling lover and the other all too willing" which is disgusting and it's extremely difficult to believe that anyone would characterize That as consent but ok

that was definitely way Too Much Information but I hope this helped!

I have a question to people who like epic the musical.

It might seem dumb but who cares-

Did Odysseus cheat on his wife in "there are other ways"? Bc I saw a post of someone saying that he didn't, and I got really confused bc I am a greek mythology fan and when I listened to the song, a lot of times I was like 'this is say no to this greek version', I just thought that they didn't want to describe the scene (due to the implications of sex etc..) , bc if we want to be accurate to the story, odysseus does sleep with circe.

So if someone could answer me I would be very glad.

[byuntrash101]

The Damnation of a Saint

Pairing: DomDemon!Baekhyun x Nun!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: *inhales sharply* plot, demon (Baekhyun is the literal Sin of Lust), nun!reader, religious themes, big fat cock, literal supernatural sex, super dom Baekhyun, also Love Shot Baek with the light blue suit (thank me later haha), masturbation (f), thigh riding (?), manhandling, fingering (f), oral (f), degradation, praising, corruption kink, impact play (light), breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, breath play, dirrrty talk (filthy) and more~

Raiting: 18+

Word count: 11.4k (you’re in for one hell of a ride. pun intended😈)

Summary: Everything is boring when you're an immortal being like Baekhyun. But that is about to change when the other Sins talk to him about an unbreakable rightous and virtous girl that was just ordained nun... Wouldn't make God himself a cuckold be the greastest achievement yet for the Sin of Lust ?

A/N: Guysss!! Finally!! It's here!!!! I have been working like crazy on this for such a long time, it's the longest one shot i've ever written! It feels good to finally be done but also i'm so nervous to let you guys down. But I did do my bestest and i hope it shows. -Cat😸

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Gif credit @thristyforbaek

The Damnation of a Saint

Baekhyun was bored out of his mind. Like he had been for decades now, even centuries. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel… well… anything and after years of vegetating he didn’t care enough to even try. So he just laid there, absentmindedly tapping his fingers as he stared blankly at the emptiness, comfortably set on the bed of dark purple smoke he had materialized.

He let out an audible annoyed groan which didn’t fail to catch the attention of the other demons there.

“What’s wrong?” Kyungsoo asked as he was feasting on some delicious meal he poofed out of thin air.

“I’m bored” Baekhyun complained, dragging out the word on his tongue, transmitting his state of utter apathy to the others.

“Why don’t you go up and play with the Humans?” Chanyeol suggested while checking himself out in the mirror.

“What’s the point? They are no fun anyways!” He sat up straight on the cloud of cotton like smoke.

“Why?” Yixing asked” You used to love going around and breaking up happy marriages, luring in women and men with your charms… That was always fun!” He said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

“Yeah maybe it was…”Baekhyun replied. “2 millenniums ago… When everything still felt fresh. Now I know that Humans are only self centered vile creatures who only claim to have better morals than us because they are scared of the consequences of succumbing to their primal instincts. When in fact, all they want is to eat, kill, have sex or not do anything at all.”

“That’s not entirely false” Yixing said, shrugging, already giving up the idea of comforting him.

“I mean where’s the fun if you can’t break their minds to give in? If they don’t resist the call of evil? If you can’t erode their will like a rock made smooth by the incessant beating of the cruel waves of the sea.” Baekhyun huffed in a quiet, defeated voice.

A silence settled for what seemed a long moment, even for immortal creatures for whom time doesn’t mean much anymore.

“Well you never tried with that girl…” Junmyeon started. “What was her name already?” He turned to Chanyeol but he was too busy looking through the hand held mirror and Kyungsoo had his face buried in a huge bowl of chicken broth. “Yixing?”

“Y/n” Yixing responded with no conviction.

“Yeah! That's right! That girl is unbreakable” Junmyeon affirmed. A ray of hope crossed Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Oh yeaaah… I remember her” Kyungsoo said, not taking the time to swallow before talking. “Even I tried!”

Now Baekhyun was definitely interested. Most people give in to Gluttony, it was, so to speak, the easier sin of the seven to succumb to. Rare are the people who say no to the second piece of cake after the birthday party or to the “all you can eat” special at their favourite restaurants.

“She refused to even taste the delicious meal I made her sister give her even though she was starving… instead she gave it to the homeless man living not far from her apartment.” Kyungsoo stated with aberration before plunging right back in the ramen bowl.

“Mhm” Baekhyun scratched his chin as his curiosity for that girl rose.

“Yeah one day I tried to make her give in to Sloth by making her miss the train and the bus she needed to get home after work and conveniently laid a 50$ bill in the gutter. All she had to do was to bend down and get it to rent a taxi to her apartment. But instead she took the money and walked to the police station, which was in the opposite direction and then walked back home only to take a shower and leave right after to attend the charity soup kitchen. Anddd...Just explaining this made me tired” Yixing complained in one single breath as he took Baekhyun’s seat on the plushy smoke.

“Maybe that one can be interesting after all” Baekhyun whispered.

“Yeah no kidding” Junmyeon added. “And you know the best part?” A perfidious smile pulled on his delicate features. “She was just ordained nun.”

Baekhyun’s face turned serious. All of a sudden the girl went from distraction of the day to possibly the ultimate challenge of corruption Baekhyun has been waiting for god knows how long (and he surely did not like to use that expression).

“Don’t mess with me Envy!” Baekhyun called Junmyeon by his official name, testifying the gravity of his statement.

“I’m not kidding Lust” Junmyeon mocked Baekhyun’s serious tone by also using his Sin name. “She decided the life of material things wasn't the way to happiness so she devoted herself to a humbler one, gifting her time and belongings to the poor and destitutes while she devoted her body to God only… look… Here she is”

With a flick of his wrist, green smoke emanated from thin air and formed a pierced circle where in the middle the reflection of a girl could be seen. Y/n was quiet, in the very humble room, a single window shone down onto the bed as she knelt at its side, palms joined, retreated into silent prayers.

She’s perfect.

That was Baekhyun’s first thought as an obscene smirk tugged at his lips. The black and white uniform she was wearing, the habit, couldn't fool the trained eyes of Baekhyun. All the fabric in the world couldn’t hide away the glorious curves of her body, beautiful round ass gently nested on her heels. The holy swells of her chest softly lifting the thick black material of the habit and the wooden cross she was wearing around her neck.

Divine.

Was what described her best.

“She’s beautiful” Baekhyun huffed in a soft murmur.

“Yeah I know.” Chanyeol said, finally letting go of the hand held mirror. “I thought with such a pretty face she’d be easy to convince that she’s above everyone else and just make her a pretentious, too-far-up-her-own-ass bitch. But I quickly realized it was a lost cause” he concluded.

“Yes…” Baekhyun spoke softly as he stared intensely at the girl. “She might just do”

***

You were on cleaning duty at the church today after the office. Even if the church was quite big it didn’t intimidate you and you truly intended to clean nicely and thoroughly. You started with scrubbing the ancient cobblestone of the old church with warm soapy water. Then you dusted the chairs and the effigies. Your heart was at peace as you felt useful for your community. Silence helped you connect to the spiritual nature of the place.

So for hours you diligently washed, dusted, scrubbed, cleaned, polished, until everything was neat and right.

But as you were tidying the confessionnal you noticed a small piece of colorful paper peeking from underneath the bench of the cloister. When your hands hazardly caught the object you realized it was a magazine and when you finally let your eyes fall on it you realized of what nature the magazine was.

Porn. A pornographic magazine.

The cover displayed several nude women adopting very suggestive poses, one of them even dangerously leaning her face towards the intimate parts of another one.

The obscene imagery made your heart race and you started to feel dizzy. You sat yourself on the bench and rested the lewd magazine in your lap. You took a deep breath and, very slowly, parted the red curtains to make sure you were alone in the church. Then you… flipped the pages.

“Oh my... Look at that! Y/n is flipping the pages!” Kyungsoo exclaimed.

“Oh she’s definitely curious for it” Chanyeol laughed. But Baekhyun refused to believe it just yet. Something about your body language was not right.

“Shhh” he shushed the others and motioned for them to keep looking through the green smoke.

As your fingers glided across each page and your face flushed bright red you came to the end of it and closed out the magazine. You sighed, letting your shoulders drop, closing your eyes in relief.

“Well…” you started “nobody left their name in it” you said to yourself, completely unaware the demons were spying on your every move. Not that you expected that anybody would leave their signature in such a piece of literature but still you had to at least try to find the rightful owner before taking actions.

A loud complaint erupted from the demons. All in disbelief. You looked at the magazine, true. But it was not for an impure purpose. It was only in the hopes of finding the name of the true owner and hopefully, return it back to them. You had no interest in the salacious scenes presented in the glossy pages. The rushing blood to your cheeks wasn’t due to any feeling of arousal or libidinousness. It was only the shame of invading someone’s privacy.

Once again your intentions were completely commendable. Immaculate.

As the demons protested and complained, Baekhyun, on the other hand, felt excitement. A feeling so distant and faded that it felt foreign. Baekhyun had forgotten all about this thrill. He didn’t remember how tingles tickled the tip of his cold fingers or how his guts swirled around in frenzy. This feeling was joy. Pure joy. Sweet intoxicating euphoria. And it was all thanks to you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you” he told you, the unsuspecting girl on her way to discard the impure magazine. A paltry, too poor of a stratagem to make you succumb to the darkness. You, the pious and saintly nun.

***

Cutting the vegetables was not your favourite task around the convent. You liked cleaning and tidying up better. Only because you were more on the active side and you liked how cleaning would make you break up a sweat when the whole monastery needed a dust off but nonetheless what you liked most was to help the community. And knowing the soup you were cooking up with the two other sisters was going to feed everyone was a fulfilling feeling. Well enough to make you happy.

So you were contemplating life cutting off the homegrown zucchinis when Sister Chaeyoung started to giggle. You didn’t pay much attention until Sister Nayeon started to snicker along with her.

You lift your eyes up and the both of them instantly stiffened up and started to act suspicious.

“What are you laughing about you two?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“Oh nothing” Nayeon said, hiding something behind her back.

“Come on, I want to laugh too” you said, the smile spreading further on your face.

You three are the youngest in the convent so you do many duties together, you grew quite close with the girls.

Chaeyoung rips something from Nayeon’s hand and proudly shows it to you.

“Look at this carrot” she said, puffing an adorable laugh.

It’s true the carrot has quite the... interesting shape. First of all it’s quite large, abnormally thick for a simple carrot. Homegrown vegetables are never like the perfectly shaped ones from the store and it’s definitely the case for this one. It has a slight upward curve and the extremity has a very distinctive shape. It’s phallic.

You delicately took the vegetable from the hands of Chaeyoung.

It’s almost unnatural how close the resemblance is, like it can’t be due to fortuity… The thick tip, the robust and curved upright shaft, the asperities reminiscent of the blood engorged veins, even the small slit at the top… The details are impressive.

“Look look” Chanyeol exclaimed, nudging Baekhyun in the ribs as he still observed you through the green fog. “She looks interested. I think it’s done this time”. Baekhyun stays completely silent but a smrk pulls on his lips when he notices how you eye down the forbidden vegetable (no pun intended), how your throat seems to thickly swallow and how your lip slightly trembles.

It feels so empowering, finally getting at your strong willed spirit, finally getting lust to creep under your skin. For these long seconds of contemplation, Baekhyun can only imagine the wicked places your mind races to. But right when he is about to open his mouth and declare victory. You laugh.

Baekhyun’s eyes nearly pop out if their sockets as this laugh rips through him.

You laugh so openly, your head hanged back, eyes creased. The laugh is like the rest of you, joyful, clear and pure.

You are only amused by such a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it’s funny and you were never the stuck up kind.

“I guess she’s only laughing at your stupid tricks” Yixing says while shrugging.

“Shut up” Baekhyun spits as he watches the scene unfold.

The three of you just laughed, enjoying this bonding moment together while the stricter, older sisters and the Mother Superior weren’t there to dim down your childish and silly amusement. It was just some light hearted, innocent humor to you.

Nothing to shake your faith or virtue.

“Now let’s finish up the soup, girls” you said, setting the amusing carrot on the cutting board. Before chopping it up and tossing the pieces in the big pot.

“Maybe we should have kept it” Chaeyoung whispered with pouty lips.

“Don’t be silly” you replied with a smile.

Baekhyun felt anger building up in his stomach and rushing through his veins to burn down his chest and neck. As much as he hated to admit it… Yixing was right these stupid tricks were no match for the unwaivering rightousness of your mind. These would certainly suffice if it was any other soul but not yours. Not you.

So Baekhyun was resolved to adopt drastic measures. Something he hasn’t done for centuries. But something necessary. This anger he felt, the deception upon failing once again. He hadn’t felt that in so long, he felt alive finally. It’s ironic how an immortal soul forgets how to feel alive for the simple reason that nothing is a threat to their existence. It is immuable, infinite, certain. Therefore unexciting, monotonous and lifeless.

So the negative feelings reminded Baekhyun of a purpose he once had, they reminded him of the stakes that used to be. Y/n reminded Baekhyun of being alive. Him, the unholy and vile Sin of Lust.

***

“You cannot be serious” Junmyeon exclaims, rubbing the deep crease between his eyebrows.

“I am most certainly serious” Baekhyun assures. “Now is the best time”

“Why?” Junmyeon asks.

“Because today she’s ovulating. Her body is most likely to respond to the primitive instinct of the survival of the species. Meaning that her spirit is most likely to be weaker.” Baekhyun explains his plan.

“But how do you plan on actually interacting with her? You know you won’t be able to have physical contact with her unless she summons you. And I don’t see how or even why she would call your name three times” Chanyeol pointed out, barely looking in his direction.

“I know that I’m not stupid” Baekhyun said with an eyeroll. “I won’t need to touch her to break her” he assures.

“But how if she can’t even see you?” Junmyeon was about to lose it.

“Hey calm down. You look like Jongin.”

“What did you say about me? '' Jongin yelled from across the empty space, interrupting his card game with Minseok, living up to the sin he was incarnating. Greed and Wrath were always the ones that involved themselves the less with the others.

“Nothing” Junmyeon cut him short, knowing well that once his arge was unleashed it was difficultly containable. “How are you going to corrupt her if she can't see you?”

“She will see me” Baekhyun smirks.

“Not in the monastery she won’t, not on sacred ground” Junmyeon mocks his overly confident tone.

“Not if she invites me in” Baekhyun’s smik grows wider as silence settled in the unholy space between hell and earth. Junmyeon laughed hysterically, holding his ribs as he wiped off a tear in the corner of his eyes.

“And how will you manage that?”

Just then Baekhyun’s phone chimed. All in the room looked incredulous when he fished the device out of his pocket.

“Since when did you-” Baekhyun simply brought his long pointer finger to his lips and shushed him.

“She’s waiting for me”

***

“A disaster” Mother superior exclaimed as she threw her arms, looking at the flooded basement. “We cannot go to the retreat and leave until the problem is fixed. The humidity can damage the foundations of the monastery. “I’ll stay and figure it out”

The sisters all let out frustrated sighs.

“You should go Mother” you step in. “The sisters need you at the retreat as well as the faithful… I’ll stay and get things in order”

As much as you wanted to go. Someone needed to stay, that much was undeniable and the wisdom of the Mother Superior was needed at Lourdes. So it wasn't without a little sting at the heart that you waved goodbye to a bus full of your friends, your sisters.

You went back in and sighed at the mess. The ancient timber beams were slowly soaking up the stagnant water, the old stones of the walls were being eroded and the humidity was not good news for the cheeses and yogurts you were making, not even mentioning the ruined mushrooms you were about to harvest before the disaster. Of course the boiler was old and rustic but Mother Superior always made sure it was checked annually and repaired when it was needed before any damage could be done. But even the most diligent mesures sometimes can’t avoid the hazards of life.

You went back up and searched for a plumber in the local newspaper. Luckily there was an ad for one that was living in town.

Byun, plumbing/heating engineering at your service, the flashy ad read.

You looked at the time, it was late afternoon, probably a little too late to take up a new job, but you figure there was still hope he could at least pick up the phone and maybe fix a day for him to come have a look at the leak. You wasted no time and dialed the phone number.

As the tone rang you suddenly got nervous. Ever since you joined the convent you didn’t interact much with the outside world except the followers coming to church or the people you were helping. So this upcoming conversation was making you agitated.

“Hello, Byun, plumber and heating engineer, how can I help you?” You are surprised by the voice at the end of the line. You never expected such a smooth, melodic voice to pick up the phone.

“H-Hi! I’m sister y/n from the Monastery of the Sacred Mission, our basement flooded, we think the boiler possibly needs to be replaced. Is it possible for you to come take a look?”

“Oh! Sorry to hear that. I’m guessing much damage has been done…” his concerned tone somewhat eased your nerves.

“Unfortunately yes”

“I see… I can come right now”

“Really?” you blinked your eyes twice in surprise. “Well that would be marvelous” you say cheerfully “but wouldn’t you be working past hours?” you ask concerned.

“It’s okay. You help others so much. Now it’s my time to help you” his tone changed, a subtle switch you can’t put into words but it’s sending a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you”

***

“Thank you so much for coming this quickly” you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.

You took a step aside to let him in but he just stands before the front steps not moving an inch. You throw him a puzzled look but he just stares back blankly at you. There’s a moment of hesitation.

“Please come in” you hesitantly say while amicably smiling at the man.

“Thank you” he simply responds.

As soon as he steps foot in the door frame you feel a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. It’s true that fall is well advanced now but such cold winds are usually never felt before winter. But you make little of a simple gust of wind.

“Hi. I’m sister y/n. Nice to meet you” you stick your hand out to him. He looks down at it and fumbles with the tool boxes but he just politely nods back at you.

“Sorry, my hands are kinda dirty” he laughs nervously “and the name is Baekhyun” he flashes the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skips a beat and a foreign feeling blossoms in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.

He had shiny chestnut brown hair resting on his head and just as healthy round, fluffy cheeks. A defined jawline, high cheek bones and on his glossy skin were scattered here and there some discreet moles.

His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peak out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.

He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him. Something that puts you at ease right away.

You led him to the faulty boiler.

Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.

“Well I’ll leave you to work on your own” you said as you retreated to take your leave. Baekhyun only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.

While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn’t exactly the organized kind of woman but you were and you knew doing that you would be of great help to her but also the rest of the convent. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it’s only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realised the evening was well advanced.

You figured Mr Byun was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling and a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr Byun’s thirst would be well quenched.

When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working plumber.

Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid yourself behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.

Baekhyun had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Clearly the labor was not restful because even of you couldn't tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water of the boiler his white t shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid, you could guess the pink colour of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his congested arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.

You loudly gulped down a lump in your throat. Your hands tightly held onto the tray in the fear of letting it fall to your feet.

But your misery was far from over because before you could realize it Baekhyun was pulling on his shirt and passing it over his head. Every muscle of his broad back moving around, contracting and relaxing in a beautiful dance, shining under the golden hour sun seeping through the small single window of the basement. Water and sweat was running down his back and at his flanks, when he turned around, your eyes dashed around his naked upper body. You couldn’t decide where to settle them. His collarbones, his pecs, his abs, the dent at the sides of his abdomen, his (very) low resting overalls…

Your heart was about to give out. You had seen male bodies before, never in real life that was true but you did once or twice on TV or on billboard ads of men’s underwear.

But, never, you felt that. That feeling. This tingly feeling building up in the low pit of your stomach, making your guts stir around, making your palms sweaty, making your heart helplessly hammer against your ribs, making your eyes widen as you couldn’t peel them off the naked wet skin of the handsome stranger. This feeling of immoral interest for another person’s body, this longing for somebody else's touch.

This feeling of Lust.

It was completely foreign to you.

If it wasn’t for Baekhyun you would have chugged the whole carafe of lemony water by yourself because you never felt your throat as dry as it felt right now.

“Look! Look!” Junmyeon shouted, staring at you through the green smoke. “Y/n is giving in”

“Look at the way she’s staring at him!” Kyungsoo said as he was shoving a chicken wing in his mouth.

“Wow” Yixing added “She definitely isn’t thinking about church appropriate things”. Yixing laughed but Chanyeol scoffed.

“If she likes him, wait till I show my human form. I’m infinitely more good looking than him”

“Not everything's about you Chanyeol” Junmyeon scolded him.

With trembling hands you settled the metal tray onto the window sill. You poured a glass of water and presented it to Baekhyun.

“Here” you unexpectedly manage to keep your voice calm and steady. “I figured you might be thirsty or hungry.”

“Oh thanks” he said, wrapping his hand around the glass, carefully avoiding touching your hand in the process, probably trying not to get sweat and dirt smeared on you. “I just got done actually”

“Oh wonderful” you exclaimed, maybe a little louder than expected. Maybe eager to get rid of that immoral feeling that was awakened by his presence. Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow and gave you a puzzled look at the unexpected outburst of joy.

“Why? Are you impatient to throw me out?” he smirked as he took a step closer. You did your best to lock your eyes with his, not to let them wander down his still half naked body. Baekhyun made no effort to cover himself. Your heart seemed to be trying to break through your rib cage to get a chance to beat closer to Baekhyun’s chest.

“No it’s just that…” you took a step back “you have been working for so long you must be wanting to go back to the comfort of your home” you quickly get back on your feet.

“Why?” he asks tit for tat, taking a step closer again. “No woman is waiting for me at home.”

Baekhyun hears the faintest little gasp escape your lips and he knows you are shaken. You, the unwavering nun, the faithful saint. You are considering giving in to the primal and lowly instinct of desire.

Baekhyun senses it. He sees it in the way you hurriedly lick your dry bottom lip, he sees it in the way your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes, he sees it in the way you stopped backing away from him.

You, y/n, you are giving in to pure sexual need. No love, no sentiment involved. Only desire to feel a complete stranger’s body against yours, only pure and untainted lust.

If only he could touch you. If only he could, it would be so much easier to help you gently fall into the welcoming and serene arms of corruption. But he can’t and that’s what is making the whole thing exciting to him. He has to use trickery.

But if you make the slightest step towards him, if you let your guard down and let him into your heart then he will have won and that was all that mattered. If you tilted your head and you puckered up your lips to kiss him, if you took a step towards him to press your body against his, if your lifted your hand to feel his wet, glistening skin under your fingers, if you did anything to welcome the unholy desire, if you opened yourself to lust, then touching you would have been unnecessary because Baekhyun would have won and you and God would have lost.

And victory was close. So close when he was as near to you as he could. So close when he slowly approached his face to yours. So close when your heart was pumping torrid blazing blood through your veins, so close when your mouth started to water, so close when your lips started to quiver, so close when your eyelid started to flutter but....

Again, you stepped back.

“What?!” Junmyeon shouted.

“No!!” Kyungsoo added, staring at your unsuspecting reflection in the green smoke.

Baekhyun’s shoulder dropped along with the satisfied little smirk.

“Thank you for fixing the boiler this quickly” you said, averting your eyes, finally breaking the spell he had casted on you and peeling your eyes off him.

Baekhyun had cried victory too soon. He had counted the chicken eggs before they hatched, he had put the cart before the horse. In other words… he had underestimated you.

He underestimated your will, your faith and your unwavering sense of righteousness. The other Sins had warned him though but he didn’t listen. They told him it was impossible to bend you. All of them had tried before and none succeeded so it was undeniable now that Baekhyun was just going to join them in failure.

“Don’t worry about it” he smiles at you, deceit peeking behind his shiny brown orbs.

Baekhyun has accepted defeat when you lead him back to the door of the convent. He walks away but turns around half way only to see your still body standing straight in the doorframe, perfectly incarnating your strong, unbending mind.

You only politely smile when you push with difficulty the big heavy door, finally closing it in with a loud thud.

“Fuck… I guess Baekhyun failed too...” Kyungsoo stated as he watched you close the door. But Junmyeon looked at you with a knowing grin.

“I’m not so sure…” he said as the smirk tugged further at his lips.

***

When you have finally escaped Baekhyun’s taunting eyes, you lean your back on the sturdy door, your mind is exhausted. You close your eyes to catch a breath but the only thing you can see is the working man’s godlike figure, the translucent white t-shirt cladded to his skin, the sweat dripping down his temples, the bulging veins of his forearms and the V engraved at both side of his lower stomach. And the more you think about it, the quicker your breathing gets.

You’re all alone here… Your sisters and Mother superior are all gone. What wrong can it cause if you gave in just this once? Not that much right?…. Just this once.

With big strides you walked to the kitchen and handpicked a nicely shaped carrot, almost regretting not listening to Chaeyoung and keeping that other one.

But this one was going to do the trick. It was not too thick and just long enough to help you carry out your unholy business but not too big to actually leave a mark on you and strip you of the precious veil of chastity that you managed to keep intact all of these years.

You climbed up the stairs with haste, avoiding the marble eyes of the holy figures represented in the halls only to take refuge in your bedroom.

You slipped out of your shoes and laid on your bed. You didn’t even bother taking the habit off, it wasn’t going to take long anyway, you simply pulled it up.

When you slid off the white panties you realized how soaked you were. You couldn’t believe it. Your whole life you’ve never felt this way, the feeling was overwhelming and needed to be dealt with immediately. You wiped out the forbidden vegetable and clumsily rubbed the thinner tip on yourself. The cold sensation took you aback and pulled a small gasp from your lips.

You coated the root with your juices and then you aimed it at your entrance. You slid the carrot inside, it was too thin to hurt in any way but it was well long enough. When you reached the bottom of yourself you couldn’t help but to let out a satisfied grunt at the sensation of the vegetable rubbing against your sensitive spot.

You pulled it back out and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Heat gained over your body as your eyes fluttered close and you recalled the unfairly handsome and devilishly sexy working man.

The muscles of his back, his broad shoulders, his collarbones.

“Aaah” you sigh. “Baekhyun” his name rolls off your tongue.

His chestnut brown hair, his lips getting close to yours, his warm breath fanning your face.

“Baekhyun'' you moaned, more high pitched this time as your wrist was getting more and more reckless, each time deliciously scrubbing your walls in divine and forbidden pleasure.

The way he looked at you, the way his eyes were filled with the same desire you had for him. The way they spoke volumes about the sinful things he wanted to do to you. And God... did you almost let him have his way with you.

You started to clench around the root, each time you pulled it out your walls were eagerly gripping on it, refusing to let it go, so you smashed it back in with force to grant their wish. Your walls quivered around the vegetable, a foreign and unknown euphoria was taking over you and you knew you were done for.

“I’m cumming” you whispered to yourself as you felt the tightening in your core reaching a novel level. “Baekhyun” you cried out one more time, being only a few back-and-forths away from your sweet release but you couldn’t pull it through.

Because without knowing, without realizing, completely unsuspecting, you called his name. You called his name three times. You summoned him.

Purple smoke started to erupt from the corner of the small poorly lit room by the late evening sun. With terror you wiped the vegetable out before you could finish and covered yourself with the habit you were still wearing.

From the smoke appeared slick shiny white chelsea boots resting under a pair of light blue dress pants. As the smoke got thinner you could distinguish a matching light blue blazer with a low neckline that was showing glistening soft skin underneath. And finally when the smoke was completely gone you saw his face. Baekhyun’s face.

But he looked different. His hair wasn't a warm chestnut brown anymore it was a deep burgundy red and his all aura had changed when he wasn't wearing the blue and spoted overalls. He looked expensive, confident and mighty sexy.

Your eyes grew the size of saucers when your mind finally wrapped around the information your eyes were transmitting.

“Well well…” Baekhyun steps closer to the bed while you jolt yourself to the headboard and the wall.

“What are you?” you whisper with a trembling lip, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, ready to flee if need be.

Baekhyun looks at you, puzzled for a second. Then he laughs, head tilting back. The laugh makes the hair in your nape stand. It’s unnatural, cold and fundamentally evil.

“Me?” he asks. Right then you feel your body being magically lifted from the soft mattress. You shriek again, utterly confused while Baekhyun’s magic slam you against the bare walls of the humble bedroom. The tip of your toes barely scraping the worn out wooden floor.

Baekhyun steps towards you, taking his time to look at you. He leans on your ear and whispers.

“I’m a dream come true, baby girl” his voice is deep, sultry, self-assured. Everything you’d imagine it to be.

A faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel his warm breath on your neck.

“What do you want?” Your voice, on the other hand, is the complete opposite: muted and trembling.

“Just want to finish my business with you” his face stays right where it is, nestled in the crook of your neck. Lips so close you can feel the heat radiating from them but somehow still too far, unable to touch you.

“What business?” you whimper.

“Darling.” Baekhyun clicks his tongue in disapproval. “There’s no point in fighting anymore. Stop playing dumb with me. I know you’re a smart girl.” He takes a big whiff of the scent of your shampoo. “I already won darling... that very second you decided to give in to the thought of me. That second you closed the big heavy door and thought you escaped my eyes. That second I won.” A wicked smirk pulls on his lips. His words barely made any sense in your mind.

This languish was torture, this state of expectation, of suspense. This proximity. You’d just wish it’d stop. Be it touching you for good or get away finally. Just as if he reads your mind he gets even closer. Now it's not only his lips taunting the thin skin of your neck, it's his whole body, completely conceilling yours; but still… Not touching you.

“Sure winning felt good. But you know what feels even better, Princess?” You can’t bring yourself to formulate words and only whimper in response.

“I asked you a question, Darling” he grins, relishing on your anguish, placing both his large palms at both sides of your face, trapping your frail figure between his arms and the wall.

“It’s to finally touch you”

So he finally lets himself take a deep dive into you. The plush warm lips crash onto your neck, giving wet sloppy open mouth kisses while you can’t help but tilt your head back giving him more access.

“What a good girl you are” he growls, not taking the time to part his lips from you.

His left hand goes to your chin and turns it to make you face him, without much hesitation he plants a wet kiss on your lips, your cute whimpers and gasps are the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It gets heated as Baekhyun pries your hesitant mouth open and shoves his tongue inside. His delicious taste spreads through your mouth, making your head dizzy. He tastes like the sweetest candy, like you just took a bite of the juiciest strawberry. Ripe, just in season, absolutely delicious.

You moan into his mouth and he smirks as his grip around your chin gets tighter, he lifts his knee to part your legs and his thigh rubs against your center. You can’t help but to moan louder, the unsolicited pleasurable friction making you incapable of reciprocating the kiss, your dangling feet nervously giving small kicks in the air.

Baekhyun finally parts from you, allowing you to catch your breath. But he’s far from done with you.

“I know you long for more than this baby” he whistles while his hand goes up your thigh, still clothed with the thick fabric of the habit. “I know you languish for pleasure” his blunt nails go up your arm and you realize you are still holding onto the root. He rips the carrot from your hand.

“You won’t need this anymore” he says before smashing the poor vegetable on the ground sending millions of orange pieces flying across the room, you flinch once more at the demonstration of such strength.

“Mine is much bigger than this. But don’t worry, baby, I'll make you nice and ready for me” he growls before placing both of his strong hands on the habit and just like that with astonishing facility he rips through the black gown. But not only, everything covering you is ripped in two and that also goes for your bra that falls to the ground. With the one deafening sound of the fabric ripping you find yourself completely naked in front of the demon apart from the veil on your hair and the rosary laying on your chest.

You flinch and your hands fly to cover your modesty but Baekhyun once again laughs and you feel an irrepressible force pin your wrists at each side of your face. You snivel and squirm trying your hardest to move, to hide away from the eyes of the demon.

“Fuck, Princess, you don’t get to hide anything when you look this good” he says in a breath, eyes darting all over your naked figure. From your dangling feet, then your thighs tighly pressed together, then your flushed face and to the Rosary sitting between your gorgeous breasts, swaying every time you kept trying to break away the spell pinning you against the wall.

He brings a cold hand to the side of your breast and you can't help but to moan as you feel his soft hand against you, his finger suddenly pinching your sensitive and stiff nipples. You let out a high pitched whimper.

“So sensitive” Baekhyun mocks you while he flicks the sensitive bud. Then he lifts his hand to harshly slap against the innocent lump of flesh, you jump in surprise at the sensation. But the surprise doesn’t come that much from the sudden pan but rather from the enjoyment you got out of it, the sting sending electricity to light up your core.

With another faint movement of the head Baekhyun makes you open your legs widely. You whimper and feel tears build up in the corners of your eyes when he finally lays eyes on your most private part. And you realize with dread how wet you are. Soaked. Juices streaming down to your inner thighs making them glisten under his persistent gaze.

“Fuck baby” he exhales out one heavy breath. “You got this fucking wet for me?” he says as he crouches down, inching his face dangerously close to your exposed center.

Embarrassment reaches an unbearable level and tears spill out your eyes, wetting your cheeks as you squirm, trying your best to escape Baekhyun’s spell.

“So here’s the little hole I’m going to split in two” he says as his breath brushes over your wet folds.

You squirm even harder, somehow feeling Baekhyun’s spell loosen around wrists and ankles.

But he aims his pointer finger right on your soaked bundle of nerves, earning a loud scream from you. The sudden pleasure from the perfect amount of pressure he exercises on you makes you completely immobile. Torn between the need for more of this foreign forbidden joy but also the fear and shame of letting a demon have his way with you.

“What? You’re not fighting me off anymore?” He starts to draw small circles on your bud. Your wetness makes it easy for his finger to glide across the small and stiff organ. You moan a little louder and he starts going faster.

“Does it feel good, Baby girl?” his voice goes down an octave as pleasure gets to your head, making the room spin, luckily you don’t have to stand on your legs.

Baekhyun goes even faster when you don’t reply.

“I said, does it feel good?” his tone is as harsh as his restless teasing of your nob. Hellish circles sending blazing heat to your whole body as you feel the pleasure rising in the deepest part of your core, your walls quivering on themselves.

But Baekhyun slows down at the worst moment. A wicked smirk pulls on his lips.

“Good little sluts should answer when being asked a question.”

His pace is now just fast enough to keep you at your limit, each spasm of your core, testifying of the agonizing muted pleasure he inflicts you.

“Answer!” he orders while he presses on your painfully sensitive bundle of nerves.

“YES! Yes it feels good” you burst out, panting, sweet pearling between your breasts, giving in to the pressure.

“Good girl” he says as he finally lifts his hand from your sensitive parts. You sigh in both relief of finally being let off the hook but also in frustration of the displeasing feeling of his denial.

But before you can celebrate or pester he shoves that very same finger inside you. You don’t know by what ungodly miracle he can do that but he manages to aim straight at your sensitive spot, applying divine pressure deep inside you. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you feel the will of fighting off slipping through your fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles at your reaction, he enjoys every second of your agony.

“Fuck, baby are you this hungry for my fingers? Your sluttly little cunt is gripping on it so thightly” he chuckles again while he pulls his finger back. You hate how right he is. You hate how you feel your walls clenching around him, how you feel your own body crave for him as soon as his finger slips out.

But it doesn’t last long because you feel him fit a second finger inside you, this time taking the time to gently stretch you until his blunt nails reach as deeply as they can.

You let out a moan through gritted teeth, the pleasurable sting making beads of sweat pearl at the sides in your face.

“Fuck! Your virgin little pussy just loves to be stretched like that doesn’t it?” He leans even closer to your sopping center.

Tears continue to run down your cheeks as pleasure rises again. Baekhyun picks up the pace, stretching your walls so deliciously, pumping his two fingers in and out of you, each time he pulls out he rips a moan out of you. Again you start to twitch around his fingers and he smirks down on you. Pleasure continuously rises and you make this silent prayer that he who finally takes you over the edge, over the barrier of this beautiful and forbidden land that you stayed away from all these years.

But again he comes to a stop. This time tears of pure frustration run down your cheek as you pathetically buck your hips up trying to fight against Baekhyun’s spell pinning you down the wall.

“Aww.” He cooes in a mocking tone. “Darling I’m sorry… were you about to cum?” He says while you shoot him a death glare. He chuckles at your reddened cheeks and your frowned brows.

His finger swipe across your fold pressing on the lonely bud once and you instantly drop the angered look, your eyes droop at the sensation and you can’t help but to grind against him, your modesty made so eager by his touches.

“Fuck, look at you” he slips one finger inside, pumping it very slowy in and out. You bite down on your lip. “Acting so fucking distant only a few minutes ago…” he adds a second one as you moan out in bliss. “When in fact you were craving for this… for me…” he fits a third one inside your already crowded heat. And your moans now mix with confused sobs.

This intense feeling as you screaming at the pain and pleasure blending into a dangerous cocktail.

“Fuckkk” you curse out, allowing yourself another sin you managed to avoid up until now. Which has the demon showing more teeth.

“What a good little slut taking all of my fingers so good” he says as he takes his time thoroughly stretching you out, his blunt nails pushing against your sensitive spot, while his face is closing in the distance with your intimate parts. Your eyes flutter close as the muscles in your neck give out and you let your head hang back on the wall, while you focus your sense of touch between your legs.

“Look at me” Baekhyun grunts and your eyes snap back open instantly meeting his dark ones, his irises seem to go black with perversion.

“Now I’m gonna make you cum” He announces as he picks up the pace once more, but this time it’s different. You can tell he doesn't intend to stop before it’s over. “I want you to never forget this. This feeling you’re about to experience.” His wrist takes a punishing pace as your eyes are locked with his. Pleasure sending radiating heat through your body, chest heaving up and down as you moan out loudly with your jaw hanging open. “Every time you’ll think of me I curse you to feel exactly… like… this”

Baekhyun finally wraps his mouth around your lonely and eager little clit, flicking his tongue on it as his fingers relentlessly punch your g spot, both sources of pleasure go to your head and your first orgasm finally drops over you like a wave, taking you away with its raging current.

Your cum squirts out of your body, water like liquid rushing out of you and filling Baekhyun’s mouth, drenching his neck and bare chest in the low v line of his light blue blazer. He moans, lips against yours and sending delicious vibrations into you.

You scream out as the level of pleasure rips through you, your walls clenching around Baekhyun and twitching uncontrollably as your whole body shakes, still magically pinned down to the wall.

When you finally settle down he slows down and takes his fingers out of you, wiping his mouth down with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean.

“Hmmm” he smacked his lips, seemingly to enjoy the taste you left in his mouth “It’s true… Good little sluts like you taste much better”.

Baekhyun cuts the spell and stands back up, your exhausted body drops to the floor, your weakened legs unable to support your weight.

Baekhyun has had enough of this teasing and he grows impatient. He brushes back the cum-soaked locks of burgundy red hair sticking to his forehead. The wet skin of his chest shining down at the dip of his light blue blazer. Your eyes trail down below the belt you gasp as you see the outline of what was hidden from your eyes all this time… Even still restricted by the fabric of the light blue dress pants, the thickness and the length have your heart racing again.

“I want to feel you around me. Now.” he growls in the deep voice that lifts goosebumps all over your naked skin.

Suddenly your body is magically lifted up again but this time Baekhyun throws you on the bed. The veil is barely hanging on to your hair anymore.

Baekhyun walks to you as he takes off the blazer and the rest of his clothes. You gulp down at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body standing beside you. The glistening chest made wet with his sweat and your cum, dripping down his abs even down to his crotch where you barely even dare to look.

There it is. The Absolute Sin.

Baekhyun’s long, thick, twitching, veiny, hard cock.

If you weren’t still in this daze from your first crushing orgasm you would have screamed at the monstrous thing. It’s so thick, so long you can’t even begin to imagine how this is about to fit inside you.

Baekhyun chuckles when he catches the panic swimming in your wide eyes. He thrives on this fear. And he knows exactly how it’s going to go. He can’t wait to see the very same eyes look at him in need when you will beg him to never stop fucking you. Because he broke you once and he intends to do it over and over and over again until you can longer remember anything but him.

Baekhyun dips both his knees at your sides and his body weight makes yours sink in the soft mattress while he shimmies his way up between your wide open legs.

He rubs the thick blazing hot tip on your still very sensitive bud while he stares down at the place your two bodies meet. You try not to moan by biting down on your bottom lip.

“Please” you meekly whimper. His dark eyes shoot back to yours.

“Please what?” he smirks.

“Please don’t… Do that…” you puff, as fear crushes your chest. Baekhyun chuckles again and brings his hand to very gently and softly brush his thumb on your cheeks and lips.

“Babygirl” his deep voice purrs. “You are under no spell here. You can control this tiny little body of yours. So go ahead” he taunts you as his hand goes down from your face to your sensitive nipples. “Go ahead and close your legs.”

What? No… It isn’t possible.

There’s no way he’s not the one forcing your thighs apart like this. But you give it a try anyway. When you attempt lifting your ankle it actually works. You can move. But… somehow you…. still don’t.

“Go ahead babygirl” his hand goes down again to your stomach. “Close your legs on this poor, aching, desperate….” he flicks his pointer finger on your clit “virgin little pussy”. The sweet sting makes you moan out, arching your back instinctively.

Baekhyun waits a few seconds staring down at you with amusement as you don’t move an inch. Your body keeping your legs nice and open for him against your own will.

“You know what?” he takes his hand back “Okay I won’t… if you are still this strong headed after all of this maybe you’re right. You are a pure spirit and I can admit defeat when I have lost.”

The smug look he wears completely gives him away but… you just can’t risk it. You can’t risk him leaving you like this.

“NO!” you yell, extending your hand to him as he’s already getting off the bed and on to his feet. “I...I… Ok… do it”

Baekhyun’s expression here takes a turn. The smug smile is completely wiped off his face, only dark brown serious eyes look down on your naked frame.

“Yeah?” he comes back to bed and lays over you. He brings his lips close to your ears and he seductively whispers against your neck as your eyes flutter close. “If you want it babygirl. You’ll have to properly beg for it”.

Your eyes snap open. But Baekhyun only looks dead serious.

“I-i” you start but Baekhyun lifts his hand to let it slap against your wet cunt. The whacking sound bounces off the bare walls and the stinging pain as you grunting in unsolicited pleasure.

“I said properly. I want to believe you” his voice has nothing of the playful undertone it had a few moments ago. You don’t think twice.

“Please Baekhyun. I implore you to fuck me. Please fuck and use my slutty virgin cunt as much as you’d like. Please hurt me and rip my virginity away. I want to scream and cry out your name. I want to be yours. I want to forget everything about the good girl I used to be, I want to be your whore. Forget about my soul, just take it with you back to hell.”

Silence fell as a grin played on his lips. It’s not smug or playful, it's wicked, downright evil. Suddenly his body is elevated in the air and purple smoke envelops him again. For a second you are scared that he’s actually leaving but you hear the distinctive shrill sound of the metal scraping against the wall. You look above your head and you witness with dread the crucifix above your bed being slowly turned upside down. The ominous imagery lifts goosebumps off your skin and sends a cold shiver down your spine.

Soon you see his body peek out as the smoke dissipates. It’s still him but he changed.

Huge wings are open behind his back, covered in raven back lustrous feathers, shining under the moonlight peeking from the window as a dark night is now settled. Two black horns have pierced his skin at each side of his head, pointing upwards, resembling the ones of a spanish bull. His body, somehow, looks even more defined, the muscles of his abs and arms seem to bulge out. He looks strong, menacing, and dangerous.

“You have such a way with words” he says as he floats back between your legs, his huge ass cock sitting on your stomach. “Now I'm gonna make all of this come true”. He brushes the precum soaked tip once again on your slick folds. “I never fucked a mortal in my true form before. I can’t guarantee you’ll come out if this alive”

But you’re already set on it and if you have to die then be it…

“I don’t care” you whisper as your eyebrows meet and you look back at him with need.

You brace yourself when you feel him finally push himself inside you. You can practically hear your hymen rip in two to make way for his huge cock. The puny little carrot could never compare to the size of him.

“Good little slut you are. Willing to die for a round of fun with my huge ass cock”

Sharp throbbing pain rips through your lower stomach as you frown and grunt.

“I know…” Baekhyun purrs as he leans over in your ear “I’m big” he says as he finally reaches the bottom of you, linking his hips with yours. And he pulls out a lot faster than what he came in. Your eyes roll back and you crush the pillow over your mouth to yell in it.

But when he goes back in again somehow pain has lessened and pleasure is slowly taking its place. Soon the pain as sharp as it was is no more, only a vague memory you can’t even recall as your mind is too preoccupied by the incommensurable pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel.

“Fucking whore” Baekhyun grunts as he mercilessly rams up your pussy, making it the shape of his cock. “Cheating on God feels good doesn’t it? Your whorish little cunt can’t resist this fat demon cock can it?” he growls.

You start twitching once again around him and Baekhyun instantly recognizes the familiar clench he felt earlier around his fingers.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, panting above you.

You can’t even process the words you’re hearing as your eyes roll back and your jaw falls open. But you’re brought back to your senses when Baekhyun’s big palm slaps your cheek forcefully. The burning pain takes you aback and stops your never ending ascension to pleasure. You whine a complaint and Baekhyun grabs your face into a strong grip.

“Good little whore has to ask first” he says, still deeply pounding your precious little pussy.

“Please, please, please, can I cum? Please” you mumble as his pace makes it hard to hold yourself back.

“No” he responds harshly. “Not now” he says, smirking evilly. Enjoying this anguish in your eyes as you try your best to control your body. He brings his hand and pinches hard on your swollen little clit.

“Aaaah” you scream, arching your back and pressing your head back into the soft mattress.

“You’ll cum when I’ll tell you too” he snickers down at you. And the pleasure keeps on building, frustrated tears start to wet your cheeks again.

“My God please…” you whine, as tears stream down your face and your pussy clenches around his thick cock as a desperate measure to finally let it cum. Baekhyun scofs.

“Sorry but he left you, Darling.” He starts to draw circles on your sensitive and aching bud, still maintaining the punishing pace of his cock rearranging your guts, making the rosary jump with your breasts with each powerful thrust. You cry out as it’s becoming nearly impossible to keep yourself from cumming. “He abandoned you to me” he growls, his low voice sends electricity down your core.

“Pleaseeeee” you plead once more, desperation oozes out your broken up voice and finally Baekhyun pronounces the magic words.

“Cum. Cum for me like the godless little whore that you are”

Finally you let go. You let Baekhyun’s skillful hand and monstrous, merciless cock take you down to the hellish pit of lustful sin. Pleasure takes over you and clouds your vision, everything comes to a blur as you can only concentrate on the throbbing of your cunt around Baekhyun’s thick dick. You moan out his name in pure agonizing bliss. The orgasm is even longer lasting, even stronger than the one he gave you moments ago. And you know for a fact now that there’s no going back.

The good girl that you were died. Baekhyun killed her. And you let him do without batting an eyelash. But fuck this was so good. You felt no shame, no regrets, only unholy desire for the demon’s heavenly cock.

Soon the high wears off but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care and keeps on pounding you, taking a bruising grip on your parted thighs with both his hands.

“Please” you whimper again as your poor little pussy might split in two from clenching and throbbing this much right after an earth shattering orgasm. Baekhyun chuckles in between heavy breaths.

“I just came” you cry out, turning into an over-stimulated mess.

“I don’t care” he spits, using you like a fucktoy just like he pleases. The exhausted quivering of your restless pussy starts to build up again and before you can even realize it, Baekhyun’s thick cock has you flirting with the edge of the bottomless pleasure pit again.

“Please” you whine “Please stop” you beg him, breast violently jumping all over the place with each of his brutal thrusts. But he keeps on going, growling as his eyebrows meet, handsome face contorted in pleasure, biting his lip. Big strong body pressed over yours and full black feathered wings completely concealing you, one his horns even scraping the wall with one too violent move.

“Pleasee” you whimper again. And suddenly your body is being lifted and flipped over by Baekhyun’s spell. You land on all fours, completely confused.

“Don’t you get it?” Baekhyun says as he slowly pushes himself back into your soft and warm little throbbing cunt. You moan as you gladly take him back. “You sold your soul to me. You don’t get to ask for anything anymore. So I’ll fuck you for as long as I see it fit” He says before pushing down on your face, shoving your head into a shamefully submissive potisition, your ass up in the air, ready to be destroyed by him once more.

His fat cock parts you so deliciously as lewd wet sounds ring to your ears. It is like your once virgin pussy has completely taken the shape of his monstrous dick. Every movement he makes rips a delight moan out your lips, you have no will to fight anymore. You only want him and this delectable high he makes you feel.

“Fuckkk” you cry out as he starts to go faster again, the quiver in your lower stomach making a quick return.

“You’re my thing now.’ He rips the veil of your hair and sends it flying across the room. He grabs a fisfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it maintaining your face forward but your chin still firmly planted in the mattress, asserting his dominance on your frail figure. “My toy you hear?” the sting on your scalp and his cock has you completely fucked out. Your eyes roll as heat spreads through you again, your jaw falls open and your tongue slips out. You’re fucked out dumb.

“Yeshhh” you mumble.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and this time I will fill your dirty little cunt with my cum” The obscene sound of his balls slapping against your slick folds and clit bounces off the walls.

“Yesshh pwwease” you reply as your tongue slaps against your chin with each inhuman upshot of his hips deep into you, sending strings of drool on your chin and staining the sheets.

“You know what it means? Today you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes snap back open.

“I’m gonna force a child into you. You’ll take my seed into your fertile womb and life will sprout inside you” His grip on your hair tightens and you feel him start to twitch inside you.

“You want that?”

���Yesssshhhhh!!!” you yell, you’re ready for anything if it means he let you cum again.

“Then take it. Take my cum you depraved slut” His second hand leaves your hips to grab the rosary still around your neck and pulls on it while still maintaining his grasp on your hair.

Bloodstream to your brain is stopped and you start to feel dizzy. A deliciously light headed sensation fills your head up as your pussy quivers into a third orgasm. Your hungry cunt squeezes Baekhyun’s thick length as its life depends on it, demanding every last drop of cum the demon has to offer. You clench and throbb around him in pure joyful sin as he takes you to the deepest part of this abysmal and cursed pleasure. Taking your sanity and everything that was left of the old you to the pits of hell with him.

Baekhyun’s throbbing cock gushes out thick streams of piping hot cum that stains white your walls, shooting straight up to your womb, assuredly knocking you up in the process.

You yell and moan out one last time. You are in heaven. This is pure euphoria. A kind of contentment no amount of spirituality and virtue can give you. The kind of happiness you can only experience when you let go of everything you’ve ever known to throw yourself into the arms of the most pleasurable sin of all.

Lust.

***

The next morning when you wake up at dawn with the chirping birds you feel nauseous and disoriented. You look around the room and find it immaculate. Your habit is not ripped in two, it's neatly folded along with your underwear on your bedside table. The room is clean and neat, there’s no traces of small pieces of orange carrot anywhere. And you’re wearing a comfortable full length pyjama gown.

In a flash, memories of last night come back to you. You remember the light blue suit, the black bull horns, the black wing, the defined abs, the devilishly handsome good looks, the tempting smirk and the huge thick angry cock and immense forbidden pleasure that came with it.

You sit up and look behind you hastily, the wall is perfectly smooth, no scrapes of the black horns and most of all the crucifix is perfectly normal, hanging right side up.

You spot the small, thin, intact carrot next to your pillow. Yes, you sinned but you knew if you confessed and prayed hard enough God would forgive you. Afterall she never did such a thing and it was shameful and wrong yes, but also harmless masturbation. They are greater sins, like selling your soul the Sin of Lust and bearing his child… You shook your head, chasing away the blurry memory of the nightmare, feeling a weird tingly build up in your lower stomach as you saw flashes of the evil smirks and the huge monstrous...

“It was a dream” you say out loud, sighing, hoping the sound of your own voice will prevent you from imagining more of the sinful imagery. “Just a meaningless dream” you tell yourself.

Convinced the soreness between your legs only comes from masturbating for the first time and that the nausea is nothing to worry about, that the spasm inside your belly are benign little cramps.

Baekhyun smirks in victory as he looks at you through the pierced purple smoke. He made it. He broke you beyond repair. He went, won and marked you and soon he was going to be back to take back what you have promised him: an offspring and you.

“See you soon Y/n” he chuckled.

***

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[samstree]

Once Alight

married geraskier + old man jaskier + pondering mortality

1.7k, also on ao3

“… Okay, but have I told you about the time Essi and I skipped class and went to the underground market—”

“That turned out to be a rescue center for rare magical creatures.” Geralt cocks an eyebrow. “Yes, you told me one month after we met. And another five times in the forty years since. She almost had a finger bitten off but made many furry friends by the end of the day.”

Jaskier feels a tightness between his brows and the overwhelming urge to pout, which he resists because an esteemed Oxenfurt professor and author of the best-selling memoir on the continent does not pout.

“No need to pout, Jaskier.” Geralt puts down his spoon to pat the poet on the back. “There’s no shame in admitting loss.”

“But it can’t be!” Jaskier abandons his stew and crosses his arms, frustrated. “I am not losing a bet like this, because there’s absolutely no way you’ve known every story in my life!”

“Well, find one then. One that I haven’t heard.”

Geralt gives his best I’m waiting look but Jaskier has nothing. Having walked down the memory lane several times in the evening already, part of him is painfully aware of his defeat. There’s not even one story in his life that he hasn’t told Geralt yet, not from his youth, not from their years apart.

Not even from his heartbreak.

There are no more stories to tell.

Jaskier sags in the chair, head ducked low. Geralt’s best stew in his favorite bowl with the tiny chip suddenly doesn’t look as appetizing anymore.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, “we’ve become that couple.”

“Hmm?”

Geralt, infuriatingly, is still chewing, and Jaskier’s dismay wells up even more.

“The couple that has nothing to tell each other.” His brows knit together. “Soon we’ll have no words, only grunts and yells and complaints.”

Geralt snorts into his food.

“Like now! Oh no, it’s already starting. The descent into being an old married couple. No, Geralt, we must not!”

“We can’t be.” Geralt swallows. “Only one of us is old.”

That earns him a smack on the arm. Granted, Jaskier has made one too many I’m dating an older man jokes in his youth, and now he’s paying for it as the hair at his temples has slowly turned silver. They match now.

Still, the joke is too soon.

“You know full well you are more than twice my age, witcher!” Jaskier exclaims. “Don’t make me make you sleep in the living room.”

“Wouldn’t dare. You’d have to come and ask me back in the middle of the night.” The witcher deadpans. “I’d never wound your pride like that, Jaskier.”

It is true that Jaskier can no longer sleep by himself, especially at the changing of the season when the constant rain makes his joints ache at night. The witcher-shaped furnace next to him is the only thing that can soothe it when the worst comes.

Double-defeated, Jaskier pouts even harder.

“Still, I have no stories now.” His throat bobs as a pang of sadness hits. “But you still have so many I don’t know.”

“As you said, Jask, I’m twice as old.”

And that’s the crux of it. Jaskier looks up to meet his husband’s gaze and sees the same man he met in Posada, all strong muscles and sharp jaw. The only difference lies in the mirth in his eyes now, replacing the ever-present annoyance from back then. Perhaps the laughing lines have become slightly more prominent, but anyone else could easily miss it.

Geralt’s life is so long and holds too much unknown. A human bard can only witness such a small part in it. Geralt sees him from beginning to end, but he…

He will never know all of Geralt’s stories. Even if he caught up on the century that already passed, there will be many more to come after, and Jaskier won’t be a part of it.

He’ll be long gone by then.

“Hey.” A gentle hand covers Jaskier’s knee, squeezing gently. “Come back to me.”

The bard shakes out of his stupor, looking out the window at the darkening sky. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Where’d you go?” Geralt asks, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric.

“Nowhere.” Jaskier worries his lower lip, drawing strength. “It’s nothing, love.”

“Hmm.”

The crease between Geralt’s eyes suggests he’s not convinced, but Jaskier only sniffs, expecting to be teased for being a sore loser, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Geralt’s hand moves up his arm and lands on his cheek, caressing gently and asking for attention.

Geralt is leaning towards him awkwardly and watching him in earnest, the soft look on his face tinted with a smidge of worry.

Jaskier meets him halfway.

“Alright, I’m back now. See? All here and no terrible thoughts.” The bard manages a smile, one that is just a bit stiff.

“But you are upset.” Geralt purses his lips, which makes Jaskier reach out to soothe the tightness away, running the pad of his thumb across the stubbles there.

“Just thinking about all the things you know about me,” Jaskier says.

“That’s everything about you.”

Geralt’s answer rumbles under Jaskier’s palm, and the proud tone is what does him in. Within an instant, he throws his arms around Geralt’s neck and pulls him close, pressing a small kiss in his long hair, now tied up into a ponytail. Geralt, albeit surprised, catches him with steady arms and places a hand behind his nape.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, it’s just…” Jaskier says, voice small. “You know my life like the back of your hand. I’m like an open book to you.”

“So you are,” Geralt echoes, unsure but patient, “but you don’t want it?”

Jaskier scoffs, pulling away. “Silly witcher, I’ve wanted you to have all of me for so long I don’t even remember not wanting it, but you see,” he pauses, “I can’t ask the same. I am but a passenger in your life, ephemeral, easily lost in time. A human’s lifespan must be like a shooting star in comparison, and how can something so short-lived know the full beauty of the night sky? I’ll never see the true expanse that is your life, Geralt. Not the days that lie before my existence, not what comes after.”

Despite his heavy heart, Jaskier lets out a chuckle and realizes that Geralt has cradled both his hands and taken them to his lips.

“Alright, poet,” he says, kissing Jaskier’s palms. “But have you considered… Perhaps the sky is only alight because of the shooting star, and that the brightness it brings, however brief, makes the endless darkness that follows all worth it.”

“Geralt…”

They don’t talk about it, the mortality of a human bard and the implications of it, but Jaskier wonders all the same. He doesn’t want to burden Geralt with all of this.

Not now, not when the witcher has found home at last.

“Geralt,” Jaskier starts again, “it’s still early. We have time. You don’t need to have all the right words yet.”

“That’s being married to a wordsmith for you.” Geralt tilts his head, a crooked smile by his lips. “Gotta keep up, or next thing I’ll be banished to the living room.”

“Wouldn’t dare,” Jaskier stage-whispers. “I won’t be able to sleep.”

The understanding in Geralt’s eyes melts something in Jaskier, and he takes in a shuddering breath, the tenseness in his shoulders easing. Finally, Geralt releases his hands and urges him to sit back.

“Finish your dinner,” the witcher says with an inexplicable glint in his eyes. “And we can do something about the tragical inequality of it all.”

“Oh?” Jaskier prompts curiously.

“If it’s so unfair that you should know much less about my life,” Geralt says, “I’m sure there’s something we can do to bridge the gap.”

Realization dawns and Jaskier perks up.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Hmm. You’ve never learned how Eskel and I found out about witchers’ immunity to poisonous berries, have you?”

Jaskier shakes his head, excited.

“It involves a dozen trainees stealing fruits from Vesemir, and a most unforgettable night of our lives. Unexpected too, for the poison had an interesting effect that even those older witchers couldn’t foresee…”

The story unfolds gradually, patiently, as Jaskier absently picks at the food in his bowl, too entranced to eat. The rare chances that is Geralt opening up about his early years at Kaer Morhen is too precious for his mind to wander.

Not that Jaskier is still looking for song materials. Unlike everything else, a glimpse into Geralt’s almost carefree childhood is an intimate thing. It’s not to be capitalized for fame and coin, or shared with anyone, really.

Just knowing is enough.

The last of the daylight fades as the tale ends with Jaskier in a giggling mess and Geralt soft with nostalgia.

“Who would have imagined you were so careless? Oh, the innocence of youth. I’m surprised the both of you survived this far.” Jaskier covers his stomach, the muscles in his cheeks sore with laughter.

“Caution is learned somewhere in this.” Geralt can’t seem to wipe out the smug grin on his face either. “Or, that’s what Vesemir believes.”

“And to think I went through decades without hearing this one.” Tears gather at the corners of Jaskier’s eyes, and Geralt continues to look at him with that adoring look, so he quiets down eventually, returning the witcher’s gaze with equal warmth.

“I’ll tell you more,” Geralt says, too seriously for the words to be taken as anything other than a promise. “I’ll keep telling you stories until I’m just as much of an open book to you.”

Jaskier hums. “I doubt it. By tomorrow you’ll tire of speaking to me. We are an old married couple, after all. Gods, think about all the details you’ll need to put yourself through, and there’s no escape with a big promise such as this. It’d be quite a challenge, witcher.”

“Want to bet?”

The dangerous glint in Geralt’s eyes speaks of his determination, but somehow, Jaskier knows it wouldn’t be the worst thing if he lost.

“Gladly.”

~~

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[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || LIKE HOME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine 

| word count : 1363

| published : 06 december

| request : Hi! could i request a jealous gojo x reader where reader bring a cat home without gojo knowing but once he finds out hes okay with it until he sees you spending more time with it and giving the cat more attention, so he becomes jealous and tries to catch your attention? thank you!

| barista’s notes : hey hey hey guys~ i’m so sorry for the constant one post/imagine a day updates - i keep forgetting how hard and long it is to plan and type them out, espeically when you’re not really confident at all ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ - BUT i also also the latest episode of Yuukoku no Moriarty and THE NEW EPISODE OF ATTACK ON TITAN SEASON FOUR....IT WAS AMAZING LIKE THERE WAS SO MUCH ACTION AND I LOVED IT ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻ but other than that, to whoever requested it, i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

This was not supposed to happen. This little scenario that was playing right in front of him with his very two sky-blue eyes was not what he had planned.

At this current moment in time, you were laying sideways on your and Gojo’s shared bed with a little ball of fluff sleeping right beside you, who had both its paws cutely wrapped around your wrist, as if it was cuddling with its favourite toy and keeping you there anchored to the bed, leaving the shaman to be feeling extremely touched starved.

Ever since you had brought this stray cat home after finding it when you had completed a mission of yours, it seemed like your attention had completely shifted from him to the little British shorthair that was capturing your attention right now. From what he could remember in the beginning, you didn’t even inform him straight away that you had bought a cat back into your shared home, rather he found out about his new tiny roommate by the little animal suddenly popping out from under the couch looking for you when he was watching something on the TV on his rare day off, scaring him slightly thinking it was a mouse that somehow got into the house.

                                    ꕥ

“Honey~ Who is this little thing?” 

Turning around from your cooking, you instantly saw your lovely and cheeky boyfriend holding up the little grey cat that you had secretly hidden away from him - even though you knew he was going to find out about it somehow in some way. “Oh...Ha….That’s a funny question isn’t it?” you stuttered to Gojo, as you used your index finger to scratch your cheek in awkwardness, trying to find a way to explain this situation.

“Honey~” Gojo then pressed on, as he inched a tiny step closer to you along with the cat, causing you to look at his beautiful eyes as well as the cat’s glossy baby green eyes. “Okay, okay, I bought the cat home after I found it after a mission,” you explained to him in a quiet tone, before taking the cat away from his hands to your, leading to the fluffy creature to snuggle up to you and rest it’s head on your shoulder to which then you began to stroke it’s light grey fur to comfort it.

“You can’t just steal a cat you see randomly, babe~” Gojo stated to you in a matter of fact tone, to which you countered that statement by saying with a pout, “he was in a box in the rain Satoru, I couldn’t just leave him there,” causing your boyfriend to look at you before looking at the cat that was in your arms as he then shifted his eyes back to you, who was now showcasing the ‘puppy dog’ eyes that he knew that you knew that now he couldn’t resist and say ‘no’ to you - you just looked so loveable to him right now.

“Ah fine, if it doesn’t mess up the whole house, it can stay,” Gojo then said in defeat, leading you to jump up and down in glee before continuously kissing his cheek as a thank you, “well if I can get more kisses honey~ that would be better,”

                                ꕥ

Now, this little agreement of his turned against him in the ‘receiving your attention’ aspect because here you are now, laying in bed with a cat - that was on his side - that didn’t even need your attention right now since it was asleep. However, it seemed like you weren’t going to leave the grey fluff anytime soon as you continued to admire the little creature that was curled up while still hugging your hand.

“Honey~” Gojo called out, hoping to gain at least some of your attention, yet you ignored him and continued to coo and stroke the cat as if you were still alluring it to sleep, even though it seemed like it was already light’s out for the little man. 

“Sweetie~” Gojo then called out to you again with another pet name of yours that he had, only for the same exact result. Annoyed at the little to no reaction from you, Gojo immediately stood up from his seat before making his way towards the bed, looming his shadow and body over you and the cat breaking your trance once you notice the change in lighting.

Looking up towards the ceiling, you immediately saw a pair of ocean eyes looking down upon you with a pouty expression on his face causing you to giggle lightly at the funny, childish sight. “Hi babe, what’s wrong?” you asked, only for Gojo’s response to you by him carefully picking up the grey shorthair - not wanting to wake him up - and placing it on the little bed that you both brought for it the other day before coming back over to lay himself beside you - like he was replacing the cat with himself.

“Why did you move him?” you then asked in a confused tone, as you lifted yourself to see how the cat was, only for Gojo to place a hand on the side of your head before gently pushing you back down onto the mattress, causing you to look at your boyfriend in surprise only for him to instantly wrap his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his. Slowly after realising what he did, you reciprocated his actions and wrapped your arms around him giving some of your linger warmth to him as a gift for him giving you his. This felt like home.

“Pay attention to me,” Gojo demanded before pulling you closer to him, to the point where his face was pressed against your chest. “Huh?” you expressed in confusion, causing Gojo to look up at with once again the same angry pouty expression that you adored. “Pay attention to me honey~ you’ve been ignoring me ever since you bought that cat back home, give me something at least,” Gojo moaned, before burying his face against your chest again as if he was a kid hiding away after being told off leaving you to laugh at his cute little outburst.

“Aw~ you getting jealous of a cat Totoro~” you teased the white-haired shaman - with his pet name you had for him - leading to Gojo being silent for a few seconds before adorably nodding his head - letting his pride go - causing you to be surprised once again at his easy admission.

“I am jealous Y/N, I want your attention, so give it to me,” Gojo then continued to rant in a kid-like tone, even though you just barely understood what he said since his speech was muffled into your shirt due to his face buried in your chest leaving you to feel a little ticklish. However, pushing away that feeling, you leisurely placed a hand on top of his head before ruffling his white locks - just like how a mother would comfort her child.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my wanted attention now, haven’t you?” you asked Gojo in a soft tone, leaving him to give you another cute nod before turning his head slightly  - to which caused you to see his cheeky smirk like it was as if he had won something - telling you that he was planning to take a nap. “So after you got my attention, you’re planning to take a nap?” you teasingly question your boyfriend only for you to get a silent response, causing you to look down to see this beautiful eyes closed with his back slowing rising then falling, indicating to you that it was lights out for him now - just like the grey British Shorthair that was sleeping in its bed.

Deciding it was time for you to sleep as well, you slowly began to reach over to the night lamp that was right beside you - trying to not wake up the human-cat that was on your right now - only for Gojo’s arms to tighten around you causing you to be anchored in place.

However, what he seemingly tiredly muttered next was what you always thought in your mind whenever you were in his arms.

“Feels like home”

[marygaby25]

ooooh you should never have asked that question when i was around, because there is a good text coming. i apologize for the text that is coming.

let's start because Sharon is like wine. Many things have changed with the passing of time, she is one of those characters that keeps on adapting to any story without losing her essence.

I love her resilience. Sharon has been through so many horrible things, for example: being abused, mistreated, tortured, controlled, abandoned, used, her son was stolen and she was made to kill the love of her life. Despite all those bad things she keeps fighting for what is right and believing in people in her own way.

It will sound crazy, but I love that being surrounded by people with powers she doesn't feel less because she doesn't have super human abilities. I could even say that she likes it that way, because she can overcome and use her wit and intelligence to defeat, neutralize or overcome situations that characters with incredible powers have a hard time with or only they could do. Conclusion I love that he has no powers.

I love the way she is when she is bitter or jealous and tries to control him. Her spontaneous attitude, her jokes, smart comments and the way she comforts people, it's adorable. I love how she can be a tough broad, with a cold heart; but also be soft with a super warm heart.

The way she doesn't care who will speak her mind to her face, unless not saying it will benefit her later in the mission. To the point that Nick Fucking Fury doesn't want to get in trouble with her.

Her will and strength is admirable. let Faust say that he can't control her anymore or the times under his control she resisted hurting Nat, Sam and Buck.

Even though it hurts me, because I love her, but to be able to give her life and in the process try not to make that person she is saving feel bad eats me up inside.

It makes me laugh, and I love it, that the villains want her on their side. They know she is a strong ally who will fight to the end; besides she will not only be brute force and agility, she will use her brains which is her best weapon.

I won't leave it out, I love her design. I love his hair whether it's curly, straight, in a ponytail or in a bun. His style is cool, sleek and modern, yet practical enough to make it easy for him to kick someone's ass. Not to mention, her white combat outfits nothing stealthy, because in my head I just think it's like "I'll be flashy, in the end it'll only be a few seconds before I knock you out".

If you thought I would leave him out, the answer is a big NO. I love her relationship with Steve. Their relationship is too beautiful, how they lose each other and find each other, how they support each other, how Sharon is the tough one who protects Steve like a baby because she loves him and doesn't want him to suffer what she went through, how she gives him strength and guidance when Steve is lost. I will not leave aside how he tries in all his being to give her everything is just perfect. I also love Sharon's relationship with her daughter Nat (I hope someone understands what I mean), with good Sam and the Buck (Bucky already leave the dark side, come back the capfamily misses you), obviously with Misty where Sharon has her pet name, with redwing and alpine how good mother she is with Ian despite starting with the left foot.

Conclusion I love Sharon Carter and everything about her.

What’s your favorite thing about Sharon Carter?

[marginalmadness]

Summer Nights: Chapter 1/4

Pairing: Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N

Rating: Teen (later explicit)

Genre: Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance, Fluff

Synopsis: A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

Warnings/Tags: None right now, will add with additional chapters

Author’s Note: So the beautiful, wonderful, ever patient @johobi commissioned as we went into lockdown the first time, and it took me forever to write, and ended up being about 4x longer than I expected because, feelings and plot kept getting involved. Anyhow, the fic is finished, but with NaNoWriMo this month, and my already teasing this, I’m releasing this in 4 chapters, as I edit it, the next one will be next Friday, so I hope you all enjoy this, I got some wonderful comments from @johobi​ and she made this WONDERFUL HEADER <3, and I hope you all look forward to Chapters 2-4

Chapters: Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Word Count: 4.3K

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The events depicted here are entirely of my own imagining, and have no basis on actual people or events.

Summer Nights

The weather report this morning said nothing about rain. Not a shower, not a sprinkle, and even now, as you check your phone for the thousandth time, there’s no indication of the storm that is currently darkening the sky over the entire city.

You fight your way out of the subway station, pushing past people rushing down the stairs out of the deluge. As you clamber your way up through them and onto the street, it feels like you’re pushing against a wall of water.

You curse yourself and the umbrella that sits serenely dry and unused under the side table by your front door. Because according to the highest-rated, “most accurate” weather app available, it was supposed to be nothing but dry, sunny spells through the end of the week and staying warm and dry over the weekend.

You dash across the road, taking a shortcut through the park, hoping to find some relief under the canopy of trees but somehow the drops feel heavier under the leaves. Cold rivulets of water run down your neck, under the collar of your coat, completely defeating the purpose of you clutching it closed.

You’re halfway home when, as suddenly as it started this morning, the rain stops. You look up through the branches and the sky is miraculously clear, dappled sunlight falling across your face as birdsong suddenly fills the park, nothing but dripping leaves and ground puddles to indicate the previous weather. This must be the sunny spell that was previously promised.

You wipe your hand across your face to remove some of the hair clinging to it, but since your hand is as wet as everything else, it’s a losing battle. There’s just as much water on your face after wiping it, and strands of hair are now just pulled across your forehead rather than limply clinging to your cheeks. You sigh, readjusting the strap of your bag and hoping the contents inside aren’t as soaked as you are, when for the second time in less than a minute you are stunned to another stop.

Before you is a tiny, shivering, soggy ball of fur.

You could swear it wasn’t there a second ago, but it’s possible it darted out from under one of the surrounding bushes and you startled it as much as it, you.

Crouching down, you reach a hand out towards the small creature, which lifts its head, twitches its nose and shuffles towards you. It’s hard to tell under the sopping wet fur, but it doesn’t look like what you’ve seen of regular wild rabbits. Its fur is darker, but that might just be an effect of the rain. It also seems longer, but again it’s hard to tell when wet. The biggest giveaway that it’s no regular wild rabbit are the two long, floppy ears that hang down either side of its head, dragging along the path as it moves towards you.

“Hey cutie pie,” you say in as soft a voice as possible while shivering from the wet and the cold. “You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

The creature makes a full hop towards you and sniffs at your hand, and you’re almost 100% sure it’s a rabbit and not a hare. You slip your other hand beneath its tiny body and stand, clutching it to your chest. You wait to see if it’s going to resist or fight but it only snuggles into your coat. “Okay, let's get you home and dried off, and then see if we can find your owner,” you say, scratching its head gently.

Almost as soon as you tuck the tiny creature under your coat, the rain starts again, skies grey, water coming down in sheets as though it never stopped. You run the rest of the way through the park and across the road, not minding that you step into a puddle since your feet are already so wet. You barrel your way into your apartment building, stopping to catch your breath as you wait for the elevator.

As soon as you’re through your front door you carefully step out of your shoes, drop your bag and shuck off your drenched coat, vowing to come back and clean them up later. You’re so soaked your clothes cling to you, as though you weren’t wearing a coat at all, and you hit the thermostat on high as you run past on your way to the bathroom.

“Why don’t we get you all nice and snug in a towel? Let you warm up while I take a shower, hm, little buddy?”

Grabbing a hand towel, you carefully wrap the trembling creature in your arms, rubbing the wet fur carefully before placing the bundle in the sink and stripping down to jump in the hot shower.

The hot water stings your chilled skin the instant it makes contact, but it warms you up quicker than waiting around for your apartment to heat up or hiding under your duvet would. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a warm, fluffy towel around yourself and notice the small rabbit has its eyes closed. You pick it up in its bundle, and it seems to blink in alarm at being moved.

“Awww,” you coo aloud. “Did the warm steam lull you to sleep, lil’ bun?” The rabbit looks up at you and then closes its eyes, nuzzling back into the towel covering it. You carry it into your room and place it on your bed before changing into something warm and snuggly and drying your hair. By the time you’re all done, the bunny has fallen asleep, curled up in a little cocoon of warmth.

You head back towards the front door, picking up your coat and moving your waterlogged shoes into the bathroom. You pick up your bag and hope your phone was buried deep enough inside to escape water damage. Luckily, all of the contents inside seem untouched and you send a prayer of thanks to whoever was watching over you to pull that one off.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly search for a local vet that’s still open, hitting ‘call now’ when you find a decently-reviewed one. You kneel at the foot of the bed until you’re eye level with the fluffy, dark-furred rabbit. It watches you with curiosity, whiskers twitching as your face gets closer to it.

“Hello, Park Place Animal Hospital,” a tinny voice says pleasantly through the phone. “Eric speaking, how can I help?”

“Hi,” you say cautiously. “I found a rabbit in the park, and think someone might have lost it. It doesn’t look like a wild rabbit.” Maybe it was a wild rabbit, you argue with yourself; you’re not exactly a rabbit expert.

“Can you describe it to me?” Eric asks.

“It’s got long, dark fur; black or maybe dark brown? Seems… fluffy?” you say with uncertainty. “It was drowned-looking when I found it in the storm, and it’s wrapped in a towel drying now. But its ears are long and floppy. Really long. Really, really long,” you emphasise.

There’s a chuckle on the other end of the phone. “Well it certainly doesn’t sound like a wild rabbit. Possibly a member of the lop family. It could be a lost pet, but are you sure it’s not a hybrid?”

That stops you. A hybrid? Never even crossed your mind. Why would a hybrid stay in animal form in a storm and let a stranger take them home?

“I-” you stutter. “I don’t know. I’m a mundane, I don’t know how I would be able to tell.”

“Well, scent is the easiest way to tell, but you wouldn’t be able to use that as a mundane and it’s a little late to bring it into the clinic. You could talk to it, ask it some questions.”

You frown down at the bunny. Maybe you were missing something. “I don’t speak Bunny.” You could hear Eric holding back his smile over the phone.

“But hybrids understand human speech,” he says, holding back his laughter. “Assuming you speak the same languages.” You purse your lips, eyes glancing around the room, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Where are you right now?”

“In my bedroom,” you say. “The bunny-hybrid-whatever is wrapped in a towel on my bed and I’m kneeling on the floor at the foot of it.”

“And what is the ‘bunny-hybrid-whatever’ doing?”

“It's-” You look at the rabbit and are a little taken aback to realise it’s watching you, head raised, nose twitching inquisitively. “-watching me.”

“Okay, unwrap it and leave the room. Tell it, if it’s hungry, to follow you to the kitchen. If it’s a hybrid, it will understand and follow you.”

You blink owlishly at the creature, before nodding in determination. “Okay.” You unwrap the towel and move to the doorway. The bunny watches you leave.

“I need to make dinner. If you’re hungry, follow me. I have some veggies you can eat.” The bunny stands up on its hindquarters, giving itself a shake until its fur is sticking up in funny-looking spikes. It jumps down from the bed and lops after you as you walk towards the kitchen. You turn your attention back to Eric on the phone. “I promised the bunny veggies, and now it’s following me into the kitchen.”

“Congratulations, you have a hybrid-rabbit in your home.” Eric laughs. “It’s late now, we’ll be closing soon, but if they haven’t turned by morning you can bring them by the clinic and we’ll be able to either issue a T.o.C or take them in until we can find out where they came from.”

“T-O-C?” you ask slowly.

“Treaty of Care. Hybrids who stay in their animal form for extended periods of time need special care. It’s usually infant or adolescent hybrids born in animal form who haven’t turned for the first time yet, or hybrids hurt in animal form who need to heal before they can transform back. A Treaty of Care is usually served to a close friend or family member, but it can be anyone.”

“Even a stranger?” you ask, stopping in your tracks and looking down at the small creature by your foot. It looks up at you with big, dark eyes.

“If they didn’t fight you when you first picked them up, and they haven’t shown any signs that they want to leave, then they feel comfortable with you. At least for the time being. So the decision seems to be yours. Think about it tonight, and come in tomorrow.”

“Will do. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mutter, biting your lip and shuffling from foot-to-foot.

“No problem, have a nice evening,” Eric says politely.

“Thanks, you too.” You hang up the phone, motioning with your head towards the kitchen. “There’s apples in there.” The bunny-hybrid zooms off, hopping towards the kitchen, and you let out a little giggle at its enthusiasm.

Once there, you head to the fridge and pull out what you need to make yourself dinner, plus some extra veggies for your unintended guest. You dump them and the promised apple into the sink, making sure to give them a good wash before you start chopping things into rabbit-convenient pieces. A gentle pressure against your calf stops you, and you turn to find the long-eared bunny leaning against you as it stands on its hind legs, either trying to get a better look at what you’re doing or begging for a snack.

“Are you nosey or impatient?” you ask, and the hybrid drops to all fours before hopping around your feet. You lean down to pick it up, placing it on the counter next to you and offering it a slice of apple. Its tail—no, its entire body wiggles in appreciation as it munches on the apple slice, nibbling away with its eyes contentedly closed. You finish chopping the veggies and place a selection on a plate, setting it in front of the hybrid. The bunny hops high, kicking its back legs in excitement before diving into the pile to devour it.

With a tentative finger, you reach out to scratch behind the rabbit’s ear. To your relief, it doesn’t recoil. Encouraged by this, you settle your hand on its head and gently stroke its fluff. The hybrid leans up, nuzzling its face into the palm of your hand. You smile appreciatively, tickling the rabbit’s chin before you turn to cook your own dinner.

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The rest of your night you spend relaxing, curled up on the sofa watching TV.  The hybrid decides to join you, settling at the opposite end away from you. Normally you wouldn’t allow a pet or an animal on the furniture, but it’s not really an animal and you’d feel bad forcing a guest to sit on the floor if there was space on the sofa. You’re second-guessing your decision, though, when the rabbit expresses opinions on your choice of entertainment, nudging the remote when it wants you to change the channel and thumping its feet when it sees something good. You spend a good twenty minutes having a one-sided argument with a creature that communicates through nothing but foot stomping and nose twitches before you come to a consensus: a superhero movie that you never got to see in the cinema. You drop the remote and the rabbit hops closer to you, shuffling into a loaf by your feet. Like that, the pair of you spend the night watching six unlikely heroes and their friends save the world from total destruction.

---

Your first real, big conundrum is when you go to bed and the little ball of fluff follows you, jumping onto your comforter.

“No. Don’t be ridiculous, you are not sharing my bed,” you try to say forcefully, but the surreal nature of what's happening makes your tone just a little bit hysterical. The hybrid simply lowers its head to the comforter, making itself smaller, lopping closer to your hand until it’s nudging it. It wiggles its head beneath your fingers. “Is this you asking for permission? No! Off! Down! Off the bed!” The creature shimmies its fluffy tail and doesn’t move an inch. “I know you can understand what I’m saying, and it’s weird,” you whine. The tail-twitching stops. Big, dark eyes blink up at you as it sits up on its haunches, front paw waving at you like it’s trying to grab you.

You can’t help but feel you’re in a pouting contest with a rabbit.

“Fine,” you huff, flopping back on the bed dramatically. The hybrid lops towards you and you turn to watch. Fluff obscures your vision as it boops you gently on the nose, and you laugh at the tickle of its fur. You shuffle under the comforter with a yawn and turn off the lamp. “Okay. Tomorrow, when I get your Treaty of Care, I’m picking you up an animal bed. This is only for tonight, because you’ve obviously had a stressful day, so don’t get used to it.” The second you say it, you know it’s a lie. You’d lose a pouting contest with that bunny every time.

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Ten weeks later, the rabbit now has a side of the bed. 

The side of the bed where his animal bed sits unused on the floor. 

The vet had given the hybrid a clean bill of health, identified it as a young adult male and given you a T.o.C for as long as it wanted to stay with you. Or until you returned it. But that would never happen.

Somehow you’d just fallen into a routine; breakfast for the both of you, rushing to and from work, changing the litter box, dinner for two, TV in the evenings. And now somehow, suddenly, it’s summer. Gone are the spring storms that brought the two of you together. Now you have the stifling heat and humidity of the peak of summer.

All the windows in the apartment are open and have been for at least a week. You don’t even sleep with a cover anymore, just collapse on top of it in the flimsiest two-piece that can cover your modesty. Honestly, even that feels like too must most nights, sticking to you in the humidity. It’s so hot that the hybrid - who you had simply called “Bun” for lack of a better name - no longer lay close to you, but far on the other side of the bed, stretched out on his side, ears akimbo. The city desperately needed a storm to break the humidity.

Half way through summer, you get your wish. You flinch, even in your sleep, as the room fills with blinding, white light. The crack of thunder that immediately follows is explosive in the silence of your room thanks to all the open windows. The storm startles you awake. Turning away from the window, you bury your face in your damp, sweat-drenched pillow, just as the gentle roll of heavy rain starts to beat against the heated concrete city.

“You okay, Bun?” you ask in a sleepy, raspy voice as you reach for the small creature. But where you expect to meet soft fur, you meet soft skin, solid muscle coiled tight beneath it. It takes a second for your brain to register the foreign sensation, before your head snaps up and your eyes open. You’re used to sleeping next to a small rabbit-hybrid, but in its place is a very naked young man, curled in the fetal position. His large, terror-filled eyes stare at you.

You scream, scrambling off the bed and across the floor to press your back against the wall. The naked man shrinks in on himself when you yell, curling himself into a tighter ball. You can see just enough of him over the edge of the bed to spy a long, floppy ear drape over one of his arms.

“Bun?” you ask in a breathless voice. He lifts his head, and those eyes—those large, round eyes are just as dark as they were when he was a rabbit. 

They’re the same. 

He moves up onto his hands and knees, crawling cautiously across the bed to peer down at you. His fingers curl over the edge of the mattress, long ears dangling either side of his face.

“Sorry,” he whispers in a soft voice. He’s still tucked in on himself like a loaf, like he would sit when he was a rabbit. You can hear his foot tapping against the mattress; he’s agitated. “I woke up like this a little while ago, before the storm was over the city. I guess it scared me into transforming back.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you ask, finally getting a handle on your breathing. It’s not everyday you wake up with a naked man in your bed…or any day recently, if you’re being honest.

“You’ve had trouble sleeping because of the heat. I didn’t want to disturb your rest.” Your heart aches. You knew the hybrid living with you was friendly and sweet-tempered, but hearing it makes it difficult not to reach out and pet and coo at him like you regularly would. There’s just enough light coming in from outside for you to see him bite his lower lip in the darkness. Your heart pangs again when you notice that he has bunny teeth even in his human form.

You shift, getting to your knees and moving closer to the bed. The hybrid doesn’t stir, still huddled in on himself, floppy ears falling each side of his face. They blend seamlessly into his long, dark, wavy hair. His eyes are impossibly large, as dark as the night sky, and reassuringly familiar. Just over his shoulder, down the slope of his back, you spy a fluffy tail twitching at the base of his spine. Resolutely, your eyes snap back to his face.

“That was very kind of you,” you say softly, watching his face spread into a warm smile, front teeth prominent and pressing into his bottom lip.

“You’ve been very kind to me,” he practically whispers, and you smile in return, resisting the urge to pat him on the head. You don’t know if it’s appropriate now he’s no longer a rabbit.

“Do you have a name?”

“Jungkook, but you can keep calling me Bun, if you want. I like it,” he says, louder this time. Confidently. And you decide, screw it, you’re going to pet him. But then thunder crashes again, bright light simultaneously filling the room, and for a single, breathtaking moment, in the stark light of the storm, you take him in. 

And he is absurdly beautiful.

Jungkook ducks his head. Curling into himself, one of his feet taps incessantly against the bed. You reach out, threading your fingers through his soft, chocolate brown locks until you’re rubbing his head, fingernails scratching lightly.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook, you’re safe. I’ll not let anything happen to you.” Slowly, he raises his face; eyes searching yours. “Treaty of Care, remember.” You give him a small smile. Jungkook leans forward then, pressing the tip of his nose into your cheek. 

You still. 

He used to do this all the time as a rabbit. It’s normal behaviour. Your research told you hybrids behave similarly to their animal counterparts. When in animal form, that is. You never expected it in human form.

His nose skims across your cheekbone until he’s rubbing it against yours. You can’t help but sigh at how incredibly intimate the act feels, and Jungkook must take that as some sort of sign, because the next thing he does is gently caress your lips with his. If it weren’t for how focused his eyes are, gauging your reaction, you might write it off as an accident. But then he does it again.

You pull back suddenly, shaking your head as though to clear it. “Let me get you something to wear,” you say, climbing to your feet and closing the blinds on your way to your draws. “I don’t know if they’ll fit you, but these are some old sweats.” You throw them to him on the bed, turning back to find him a shirt; something loose. You dig out an old t-shirt you won in a radio contest.

“Are you covered?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says in a small voice. You turn around, extending the shirt toward him and short-circuiting when he stands at his full height. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his sculpted abdomen. All of him could be cut from marble. You stare, open-mouthed, as he shuffles foot to foot, awkwardly rubbing his elbow.

“Is that for me?” He asks finally, motioning to the garment in your hand. You nod, holding out the t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of a radio station you don’t ever recall listening to. Just as he takes it, thunder claps again and brightens the room and his arm flexes, dragging you into his personal space before you can release your hold on the fabric. His chest heaves, breaths coming heavy.

“I’m tired. Let’s sleep tonight and we’ll talk in the morning, okay?” you say softly, going for the bed. Jungkook just nods and moves towards the door. “Where are you going?” you ask, laying a hand on his arm.

“The sofa.” He ducks his head, ears hiding most of his face. “I didn’t think you’d want me sharing your bed anymore since—” he motions to his human form.

You swallow. It’s loud in the quiet of the room. “Is that why you stayed a rabbit for so long? So I’d let you stay?”

Jungkook looks up at you through his lashes; you can see him biting his lip again. “Kind of,” he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. “You were so kind to me when you found me. I was scared you’d want me to leave if I transformed back, and I wanted to stay for a little while.”

“Why?” you ask softly. “Didn’t you want to go home?” He smiles, but it looks embarrassed, his nose scrunching.

“No, not yet,” he says meekly, dipping his head. He hides behind his chocolate brown waves and long, floppy ears. “Going home is… it’s complicated.” 

You lean forward, carefully reaching up to brush one of his ears aside so you can better see his eyes. His ear twitches but he doesn’t pull away, instead looking at you with all the stars of the cosmos in his eyes. “You can tell me when you’re ready,” you encourage with a soft smile. “There’s no rush. I’m also not going to make you sleep alone when you’re scared,” you say, taking him by the hand and tugging him towards the bed.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking over your shoulder towards the bed. But his face is hopeful, so you can tell he’s only asking out of politeness.

“There’s plenty of space. And besides, you’ve had weeks to hurt me and you haven’t. I trust you.” You let go of his hand and clamber into bed.

Jungkook perks up and slips the shirt hurriedly over his head, inside out and obscuring those perfectly sculpted abs. He scrambles over the mattress to his usual side of the bed, a buck-toothed smile all over his face. His human form is impressively built, but somehow, when his head hits the pillow and he curls into a ball, he looks almost as tiny as he did in bunny form.

You lay facing him, watching him carefully. His eyes are huge and flitting between your face and the window, like he’s waiting for another crash of thunder. You sit up, reaching down to where your thin blanket had been kicked out of the way when the heatwave started, holding it up, your meaning obvious. Jungkook immediately shuffles closer, curling into your side and burying his head under your chin. It startles you for a second, your entire body going stiff, but you take a deep breath and wrap an arm around him, willing yourself to relax. You thread your fingers through his soft, brown locks, caressing his head the way you did when he was still a rabbit. 

And before either of you realise the storm has already passed, you drift off together into restful sleep.

Next Chapter

[eyesanddragons]

The best way to describe my thoughts on canon wof (based on your reblog about liking the concept of wof)

Arc 1- fine enough, just add or remove minor things, make starflight not just a background character after he becomes blind, also no Sunnyflight crush stuff cause that is weird, give a bit more sympathy/focus to false dragonet’s of Destiny. (Or save that for arc 2 tbh), most changes I’d make are more preferential.

Arc 2- If Darkstalker is made big bad do not have our heroes enchant Darkstalker into a different dragon as the way to defeat him unless it is set up as something Darkstalker is willing to do. Do not treat Darkstalker as born evil (not counting stories Nightwings and icewings have of him cause those make sense) give more rules to animus magic,

Anything else in arc 2 is mostly character stuff with focus more on the war trauma most of the Dragonets have, give more focus to healing from the Pyrite spell and how traumatizing that spell would be.

Arc 3- Queen Wasp is evil full evil dictator. No plant actually controlling her and no scavenger/human plot (none at all, I really hate humans being major characters in wof and not just a weird little cryptic species in the background at most)

No throwing out animus magic because it is very cheap and dumb.

Give more focus to Silkwing resistance and what it does.

No bumblebee or if there is any bumblebee have her appear rarely and be given to the more involved Silkwing Resistance to protect.

I’d argue that involving Pyrrhia would not be necessary to give more time to focus on the state of Pantala.

This arc would probably be the best arc to kill off a main character/POV character/ former POV character. I don’t have any specific ideas because of how much is thrown out. But I think a main character death could be really impactful to show how strong the regime is.

Don’t make the story say “not all hivewings” you can have some nice hivewings if you want but don’t excuse all of them.

A neat subversion could be a belief that all Hivewings are innocent which leads to our main characters (Cricket POV would work best) to getting ‘help’ from some (maybe high ranking) hivewings while they are not mind controlled. Then it is revealed they set a trap and plan to kill/capture the resistance.

So in a nutshell- arc 1 is okay, arc 2 is on thin ice, and arc 3 is dead to me.

(I haven’t read any of the books since dragonslayer and I feel like I dodged a bullet from all the stuff I’ve heard about it)

(It feels weird to see how non canon (past book 12) all my wof work really is, I basically made my own sandbox with the concept and ran away lol)

Arc 1 is definitely the most solid of the three arcs, it has a lot of issue still (like what you've said about the false dragonets and Starflight) I think the way the Rainwings are handled SUCKS so I'd like to change that if I could (I know they were trying a subversion of the "hero finds there long lost people and there powerful" thing but on the flipside they made it so that the stereotypes that Rainwings are lazy and spoiled are actually right and they have to teach this entire kingdom that there lifestyle and culture is wrong and it just rubs me the wrong way, also like, the rainforest is an incredibly dangerous place, oh and also somehow they were lazy for...eating fruit and doing agriculture and not fighting in a war and its like???? and like the Rainwing government had its Issues but the idea that they have to...change a good portion of there culture and lifestyle is just...really off-putting) plus Wings Of Fire's Good Victim/Bad Victim Dichotomy is...still really prevalent in Arc 1 and I'd rather that not be there, I really dislike the way WoF as a whole handles Trauma.

But yeah Arc 1 is the most solid out of the three.

Arc 2 my beloved/beloathed, is weird, cause I really do love a lot of the character writing in Arc 2 specifically, I think it was the best in Arc 2 when it came to characterization, at least for the Jade Winglet (until the last Book RUINED EVERYTHING) but I feel like this Arc just, did not need a big bad at all, the issues the characters were facing were so much more personal it just wasn't necessary, The DoD's main problem was the war, they had smaller, more personal issues but they had the set goal of stopping the war, The Jade Winglet on the other hand don't have that kind of goal, there plotlines are more about dealing with the issues that come from having to fit societal expectations, growing up, trauma, lacking control of your life, being deprived of your choices and just generally things that are more personal, they don't need to stop a big bad, and even then, I personally think there emotional issues were way more interesting than Arc 1's "Stop the War" but that's cause I like character driven stories.

Hard Agree on the Darkstalker stuff, honestly the worst thing about the Darkstalker plotline for me is that, Darkstalker could of worked Thematically, he could of been So Good, but all his elements just mess everything up, if he didn't do genocide they'd you would have an abused child who doesn't want anyone to go through what he did and thus asserts control and takes away people's choices out of a feeling of necessity, that this is the only way to make sure people (including him) will be happy, which makes him parallel The Jade Winglet and has some interesting symbolism, if he was just a genocidal villain who wanted to control the world and wasn't portrayed sympathetically at all (so no abuse plotline and Darkstalker Legends and yadadada) then he could just be a kaiju representing the larger conflict without having any bad implications attatched to him. And him being inherently evil was such a bad move on multiple levels, Turtle in the last book just had to wrestle with the idea that no, he wasn't going to turn evil just because he was an animus dragon, and really the idea that someone is "Inherently" blank is one of the things The Jade Winglet are dealing and coping with, it wouldn't of been so bad if Darkstalker was just a pure evil villain but he's not, so it doesn't work, not to mention the problems with depicting your traumatized character as being inherently evil and always going to do bad thigs even though we know they grew up in a abusive household, framing him as inherently evil, the thing his dad was so insistent he was, is just a bad idea.

And that's not even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Arc 2! I could talk at length about how I think the way animus dragons are treated is bad, I have talked at length before, because I think the "soul becomes evil" animus magic thing is nonsense and I think Darkstalker's magic soul reader is also complete nonsense, and also goes against the themes of the arc-

God I've rambled a lot and these are very unorganized thoughts but I really wish Arc 2 was better cause there's so many things I like about it which just makes me more angry about how many bad things are in it.

On Arc 3...*aims BIG GUN at all the genocide, colonialist, and slavery apologism and fires 100000 bullets*

Arc 3 is dead to me, I hate it so much.

Sorry this is a bit rambly I have a lot of feelings about this series.