#exo fantasy

[trickey-nite]

Good boy!!!

[fyexo]

240621 [MV] LEEYOUNGJI - Small girl feat. DOH KYUNG SOO (D.O.)

[makoredeyes]

I hate him so much (affectionate)

[eruden-writes]

Strictly Pleasure - Part 10 (Jek x Heidi)

Summary: An awkward fresh-out-of-a-relationship woman and an orc that owns a sex store enter an adult theater together. She, intent on pushing her own boundaries. He, just looking to give her some sense of safety. Well, that and he wouldn't complain about having a bit of fun himself.

After they inevitably get interrupted, Jek deals with the problem while Heidi flees. Resigned, he believes he'll never see her again.

Thus begins Jek and Heidi's sporadic interactions until, eventually, they find themselves fumbling around each other daily at the very place it started: Strictly Pleasure.

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By the time they arrived at Strictly Pleasure, Heidi became increasingly aware of the situation. She wasn't just going to spend time alone with Jek. There were going to be others present. And his bandmates. They all would have seen what happened with Travis or would be up-to-date on it by the time they arrived at the sex shop. The thought made her stomach lurch.

Just an old biddy with bad taste in men - and alleged gold-digging tendencies - hanging out with rock stars who were once mega famous. Right. Totally didn't make Heidi look bad at all. 

She gnawed on her nerves once they entered the store, finding Jek talking to Gnadi while the rest of their rather large party milled about.

After confirming the theater was empty - thankfully, a slow night at the store according to Gnadi - Jek adjusted the theater settings for streaming capabilities. Since the rest of the band already had streaming capabilities, all that was left was to wait for the stragglers to come in. Which included Heidi. 

“Alright, the theater has been ‘reserved’ for the rest of the wee hours. We can stream some of our old shit or watch whatever vids you sweet fun things want.” Dorzi grinned and winked at his particular contingent of guests.

As the others filed into the theater, chattering amongst themselves, Heidi lingered in the shop with Jek. When most of the others were gone, she turned to Jek as she smiled through a wince. “Actually, is there somewhere I can lay down? I feel a little lightheaded.”

She couldn’t possibly mean to get them alone, Jek thought wildly. But he couldn’t stop the thought from latching to his brain, rousing his hope and eagerness. “Oh, sure. I got a futon in the breakroom. I'll come with you.”

“You don't have to.” Heidi’s eyes widened, raising her hands as if to stop him herself.

“It’s fine, c’mon.” Motioning for her to follow him, Jek led Heidi behind the front counter, passed a grinning Gnadi, and through a door into the back. Along the way, they passed boxes of additional lewd merchandise, posters, a shelf of DVDs, and racks of clothes before passing through another doorway. As she tagged after Jek, her heart skittered in her chest. All of the reminders of carnal pleasure, of risque fun, of sex tainted her thoughts.

Heidi wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't quite what she found. It was a small breakroom, similar to what one would find at any other business, smelling of lavender thanks to an outlet air freshener. A kitchenette area provided a counter with a microwave and a sink. A fridge took position by the sink, reminders and other memorabilia tacked onto the front with magnets. Opposite the kitchenette was a sitting area, the area denoted with a rug. The infamous futon sat in the middle of the room, clearly part of the sitting area and facing the television that hung on the wall. Other chairs and a coffee table took up the remaining empty space on the rug.

There were no scintillating posters, no pin-up calendars tacked to the wall, no sexual toys, no bowls of condoms and assorted lubes. Just a breakroom, removed from anything sexual. It was a bit of a relief to know an area not dedicated to sex existed in Strictly Pleasure.

Jek watched as Heidi looked around, not sure how she was gauging the area. He half-wondered if she was unimpressed. They had talked about the futon and made illicit little jokes, but - overall - it was just a breakroom. A breakroom where sex might have happened in the past, but one could say that about just about any breakroom. At least from Jek's perspective.

“Thanks, you really don't have to stick around with me. After everything with Travis, I just…” Under Jek’s quiet look, Heidi trailed off, struggling to find the right words. When the silence dragged on a little too long, she sighed and dropped herself onto the futon. In an effort to not meet his attention, she leaned over to slide her purse behind her foot and under the futon. “He said some things that made me self-conscious and I just didn’t want to be around a lot of people.”

As Heidi spoke, Jek shrugged off his pin-covered jacket and folded it, placing it on one of the kitchenette chairs before edging closer to the futon. Easing himself down beside her, Jek waited until Heidi sat up straight again before replying, “I don't take what fuckfaces say seriously, y’know.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re a rich and famous former rockstar and now you own your own business.” She frowned, waving her hands to indicate the store as she choked down bitter feelings and a faint burn at her eyes. While with Travis, she had relied on him. Not out of malice, but because she thought that was what lovers did. They supported each other.

She was a mom and for much of their relationship, she was trying to give Malachai the emotional support and presence he needed. Not wanting to dwell on those past tribulations, Heidi redirected the conversation toward something joking as she leaned back. “Although by owning a sex shop, you’re not exactly burdened by typical professionalism.” 

Jek snorted and turned to her, his left arm lying along the back of the futon and, consequently, her shoulders. His thumb unintentionally skirted against her, a sensation burning along his arm, through his body. Leaning a little closer to Heidi, he peered over his glasses at her. “Big words for someone sitting on my Fuck Futon.”

It was only then that Heidi realized the two of them hadn’t chosen far ends of the futon to sit on. They both sat, more or less, in the middle. His heat bled into her side, coaxing goosebumps to her skin. There was a heat between them that wasn’t simply ambient. It made each breath burn down her throat and filled her lungs with anticipation.

“As I was saying. Not burdened by typical professionalism.” Hiding the effect he had on her, Heidi smiled and shook her head, almost laughing. But her expression flickered, her eyes averting from Jek for a beat. Once again, she realized he was stuck here with her while his friends were enjoying further adult entertainment and other companions. Brief flashes of the first night in the theater antagonized her thoughts. How she had stopped before it got to anything too good. Heidi wasn’t sure the same wouldn’t happen again, given how hard her heart was already beating. She might disappoint him, if he was hoping to have a long-awaited finish.

Jek noticed how her expression changed and waited for her to say what was on her mind. As he waited, his eyes drank in Heidi’s form once again. Once more, he silently thanked whatever force convinced her to leave the hoodie at home. The swell of her breasts, her stomach, her hips all sang a siren song of temptation to him. It made his fingertips itch to touch her, to sink into her. How warm and soft she’d feel under his hand, under him. 

Clamping down on that thought, Jek tore his gaze from Heidi. Fuck, he had to pump the breaks and get himself under control. 

Misreading the tense aura cloaking him, Heidi picked at her fishnets and muttered, “If you want to go and have fun in your theater, don’t let me stop you. I’m sure I’m not more fun than whatever is happening in there.”

Heidi silenced herself as Jek waved his hand to brush off her concerns. When their eyes met again, she wanted to melt into the futon as a soft smile played across his lips. “It’s alright. I’d rather be here.” 

Relief fluttered through her, easing an unacknowledged strain from her own muscles. She couldn't exactly believe Jek was entirely alright with babysitting her, so she prodded a little further. “Most people would be eager to relive their glory days and get lucky, in the process.”

“If I went in there, my bandmates would kill me.” Jek laughed as he leaned against the back cushions, hands behind his head and his ankle crossed at his knee. He shot her a roguish grin, smile lines wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m a fan favorite.” 

As it struck her earlier in the night, Heidi got the impression he made the same pose a million times over. There was a calculated sort of carelessness around him, trying to be the unflappable cool guy. It was weirdly adorable in a way. She still couldn’t relent to the carefully crafted image. “Ah, well, pity for you, I’m not a fan.” 

Jek raised his eyebrows as he lowered his arms, his lips parting with a devilish smile as he leaned closer to her. “Wanna go into the theater and change that?” 

“Hah, nice try, but I’m still buzzed. Can’t really consent.” Without thinking, she pushed against his chest. The brief contact shot through her arm, making tingles coast down her back.

“Same, but my theater has multiple enchantments on it, including a sobering charm.” Jek let her push him back, her touch making his own heart stutter and his breath catch. Like most humans, she was small compared to him and clashing thoughts - of testing how much she could take, of coddling her - weaseled through his thoughts. 

Despite the tilt of his thoughts, his smile shifted from sharp and sexy to something more serious. “Can’t have people doing things while under the influence of anything. Goes hand in hand with the ‘no recording’ rule.”

Her eyebrows arched high, a quiet challenge glittering in her eyes. Okay, so he covered recording and inebriation, but did he take care of the most obvious and potentially long-lasting issue. “Got an active contraceptive spell too?” 

Tilting his head toward her, Jek only flashed a rakish grin in an affirmative response. Who did she think he was?

Unable to stifle her seemingly constantly delighted smile, Heidi snorted and rolled her eyes. “You really thought of everything.”

"My gram did, I just refined it and kept it up-to-date.” His shoulder lifted in a half-shrug, giving credit where credit was due. Granted, there were always new spells and enchantments or better magic users to pick from every year. He made sure to read reviews, do his homework, and keep the protocols as up-to-date as possible, though.

For a second, Heidi thought he was joking again, but the easy way he said it made her second guess herself. "Your grandmother?" 

“Yeah, she owned this store before me.” Giving another shrug, vague amusement tilted the corners of his lips upward. There was that curious gleam in Heidi’s eyes that made his stomach turn to butterflies. “I took it over when she retired, since I was looking for something out of the limelight.” 

“Why’d you even step down?” After seeing the way Jek acted that night, Heidi realized she was surprised he hadn’t continued performing well past his prime. Little hints of his capability had always slunk into view.

“Eh, well, you know the rockstar lifestyle, right?” Rubbing at the back of his neck, Jek turned his gaze away from her, looking off into a far middle distance. It had felt so long ago. Hell, it had been so long ago. Crazy nights, trashing hotel rooms and partying well into the next day. Showing up drunk to rehearsals and shows. Getting fucked up on whatever party pills or recreational drugs someone brought. It was a wonder he hadn’t died. Not to mention the people he got involved with, the scars they left.

His eyes slid back to Heidi, gauging her reaction as she thought as he wondered how much he should really tell her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Heidi could only imagine what he’d been through. No privacy, the paparazzi everywhere, and the tribulations of fame in the music industry. A lot of celebrities struggled with addictions, stalking, assault, and more. With her voice dipping with care, Heidi said, “Drugs, booze, and sex?”

“Yeah, that and more. Party hard.” The words were said with a heavy dose of dryness as he raised his fist, index and pinkie fingers extended. After shaking his hand a little bit, he dropped the gesture, his arm once more extending along the back of the futon and against the back of Heidi’s shoulders. “I cleaned up my act, kinda, when my kid was born. When our music careers were winding down, I needed something stable and something to do. Nothing too wild, but nothing too straitlaced.” 

“What about your kid’s mom?” As soon as the words were out, Heidi wanted to bite her own tongue off. Gods, that had to make her look too eager. 

Amusement glowed a little brighter in Jek’s eyes as he cocked an eyebrow. “Ah, interested in that, are you?” 

“Well, I am sitting on a Fuck Futon with you.” Shooting him a wry look, Heidi patted the futon’s cushion.

“Fair enough.” Nodding, Jek took a breath to consider how to word himself. Over the years, he had reiterated similar retellings during interviews, it shouldn’t have made his heart beat as hard as it did now. 

“Me and Ruby - Ruby Red, the singer - were on and off for years. Never really good for each other.” Jek shifted under Heidi’s attention, his lower stomach clenching. None of this was a lie. As much as he tried to make things work with Ruby, she was never committed. Lying, cheating, trying to coax him back into the party scene of drugs and alcohol. Over the years, he’d learned how to talk about it without sounding angry, without the ache of those years sinking too deep. “She didn’t want to quit touring and doing her thing, but Jade needed one of us around and Theoretical Menace was winding down.”

Vague memories bubbled up in Heidi’s mind. Ruby Red and Theoretical Menace. Her friends must have gossiped about the two musical sensations. Or maybe Heidi had just heard about them through the cultural zeitgeist over the years. Something tickled at the back of her thoughts, but her attention was more focused on Jek.

At that moment, he seemed a little less robust than previously. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked about his kid or the mother. She could have just researched it later. Still, Heidi was glad she asked. He cared about his kid, put his career aside to make sure she had what she needed. It only made Jek seem all the better. “So you quit the music life, made time for your kid, and took over your grandmother’s sex store?” 

“Well, Theoretical Menace did a few more tours when Jade got older and was fine with me being gone for stretches of time, but yeah.” Another easygoing shrug before he motioned to the room, the store, at large. “Most of my retirement has been here.”

Casting a look around at the breakroom, Heidi nodded and gave an acknowledging hum. 

“One more question,” Heidi said as she turned to Jek, smiling as he seemed to perk up beneath her gaze. Picking at the back cushion, her lips tilted into a slight teasing smile. “Is this your grandma’s Fuck Futon or…?” 

“All my idea, baby,” Jek chuckled as he shifted himself toward Heidi. He vaguely realized one of her legs curled onto the futon when she turned toward him. She was closer than he thought she was, almost tucked against his side. Almost, but not quite.

“Hate to say it,” Heidi mock frowned, pursing her lips in a way that Jek found too distracting, “but I get why you’re a fan favorite.” 

“Hate to say it? Ouch,” he gasped, holding a hand over his heart as a comically over-the-top pained look crossed his face. 

Realizing she was feeling too warm, a small voice in Heidi’s head chided her. There was no way Jek was flirting from genuine interest, just amusement. It was already clear he and his friends invited people back to Strictly Pleasure whenever they were out, wasn’t it? “I doubt you actually care that much.” 

“You’d be surprised. I am a very sensitive softie,” he laughed, waggling his eyebrows to mask how true he found the statement to be himself.

Heidi snorted, her eyes trailing conspicuously to his groin. “Yeah, you look real soft right now.”

Unable to stop himself as the path her eyes took made his insides burn, Jek leaned closer. His voice dropped low, a playful growl to his words. “Keeping looking and I won’t be.”

The gravel in his tone razed along Heidi’s back, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She couldn’t help laughing, averting her gaze to avoid seeing the smugness in his eyes. “You always have something to say, don’t you?” 

“Well, if you want to shut me up, then you should kiss me.” Immediately, Heidi’s attention snapped back to him, her eyes wide. Jek felt like the wind was knocked out of him. Shit, that was too much. And it was immature. What sort of grown man says such a thing? Pushing himself into a straighter position, giving Heidi some space, he apologetically winced. “Shit. Sorry, forget I said that.“

The blush burned too hot on her cheeks for Heidi to feel the cold disappointment ooze through her, though her stomach somersaulted. “You don’t want me to?”

Swallowing while feeling like he was on the edge of something dangerous, Jek’s gaze flickered away from Heidi before quickly returning. “I thought you were too buzzed.”

“I'm not going to regret just kissing you,” Heidi spoke before she really thought about the answer. Something about Jek’s expression, like he too was navigating waters that could buoy him or drown him, echoed in her chest. Covering her own surprise at herself, Heidi fell back to teasing and wrinkled her nose while still smiling. “Well unless you’re really bad at it. I might regret it then.”

As she unintentionally poked at his pride, Jek’s eyes narrowed. Oh, if that’s how she was going to be, he could play. Shifting until his back met the futon’s arm, Jek brought one foot up onto the cushions and braced his left elbow on his knee. His other foot remained on the floor, legs spread enough for someone - namely Heidi - to crawl between them. 

“Well, come on and find out. If you dare.” With his right hand, he motioned for her to come closer. Despite the ease Jek radiated with his eyes half-lidded and his smirk twisted behind his tusks, his heart thundered in his chest as he waited for Heidi’s reaction.

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Who Does It Better

Description

A succubus and incubus who really hates each other and decided to settle their differences in an unusual way. HOT but still unusual if you consider how they hate each other.

This is a Chanyeol x Reader pairing

Chapter 1 - Picking a Fight

The club was noisy. As always.

You and your friends just arrived and were lucky enough to get a good spot out of the place.

You look around to the familiar surroundings and an evil smile crept on your lips when you felt the sinful atmosphere.

The closed establishment was fully packed again with different breeds.

Vampires, werewolves, demons, and all the other night child like you.

You went back to your drink but was not oblivious to the lingering stares that some of the males gave you. Human males to be exact.

You feel sorry for those pitiful creatures for being too ignorant with their surroundings.

They felt delated for little things they possess, failing to see that they might cause them their very lives if they move by mistake.

A clueless rat leisurely stepping on a field full of landmines.

 

That's not good girl. Feeling sorry for your food would upset thy stomach. You thought to yourself.

"Yah gongju-nim you never fails to amaze me." Your friend Juna told you.

"We only got here and look, you already now have--- seven meals to feast on." She pauses for a moment to secretly count the men who is visually undressing you.

"Come on Jun it's not like it's new." You gave her a cocky smirk.

"Bet your right." Jina the other twin friend chime in.

The twins are vampires and you on the other hand is a Succubus.

You came from a rather well respected family in your race and sometimes called gongju-nim(princess) by your friends for fun.

It was annoying but just let it slide since your irritation would just fall from deaf ears considering the type of friends you have.

 

"So, who's the meal now?" Jina asked.

 

"I don't know. The ones who fantasize about me on their way to sleep, like the usual I guess?" You shrug answering.

"Wahh, and I think that means all seven of them. What a glutton. How does it even work?" Juna says her accusation and confusion.

"You call yourself my friend, but you know nothing?" You round your eyes like you were surprised but not the very least.

You were just teasing.

"Hello? We have different nightly activities if I remind you. And it's not like I fuck my food on their sleep."

"Excuse me lady bat. Don't say it like there is any physical contact okay? My succubus spirit form enters their wet dreams and consume some of their life forces. And it's not like I can help it when they think about me. Nor it was my fault that we feed that way." You said informing her.

"Ohh so that's how it works." The voice who talked behind you was not unknown nor uninvited.

"Oh, hey Jong In oppa. Glad you made it." Jina excitingly hugged her older brother, followed by Juna.

"That answers a lot. I was actually wondering how that works.”

“You my friends needs some get-to-know-Y/N-well session.” And place the glass of liquor on your lips to sip on.

“But you don't actually kill them, right?" The fairy Bacon who sneakily wrap his arm around your shoulder said in amusement.

"Yeah Bacon, we don't need to kill to eat. Me on the least never killed before but I might soon. If someone don't keep their arms to themselves."

I slowly looked at him and that made him retreat his limbs.

"Does that work the same way with you too Chanyeol?" Suho asked to the person behind you.

You froze for a moment and quickly consealed it from the others. You didn't expect him to be there.

Well, maybe a little. His presence is always present inside the bar since he never strays off away from this kind of places but behind you?

No not the slightest.

 

"Same." Just the low voice that came from him made you frown in annoyance.

Nevertheless, you were planning to ignore him for the whole night.

But the thought jinx you almost instantly. He was not thinking the same thing.

"Bad to see you doing well Y/N. Guess the nickname gongju-nim was not just for show after all." He said as he rounds up to your view and sat on the high chair just next to you."

Though the nickname did irk you most time no one would deny the pride that the title gives.  

Considering your age, you were already one of the best Succubus around earning you the title.

And you’re not liking the way Chanyeol roll your name on his tongue.

Sad thing to say he is actually one of the best league with you.

"Don't call me that scambag your tainting the name." You answered back with the same amount of sass.

You saw how he slightly clenched his jaw and that pleased you for sure.

But got the amusement withdrawn when you notice human girls flirty eyeing the big eared man.

 

Shit. Same number of victim or maybe greater. Tsk sluts these days. You thought.

Chanyeol scan what caught your attention before smirking.

"Oh, don't be too bitter if I fuck better than you." He notices your reaction and suddenly said.

"Don't mix up our activities Yoda. I only eat for food unlike you. You literally screw food for good."

He suddenly looked at you. Mock is visible on his eyes.

"Wow who would have thought that the great Y/N is still a virgin." That statement speaks fluent sarcasm but that was not where it shuts you off.

For what he said was true.

You're maybe incomparable in being a Succubus but honestly speaking, you never had any experience in physical interaction.

You bit your lower lip before looking at the bottles on the shelf in front you. You tried to stay nonchalant but Chanyeol already saw through your facade.

 

He leans in towards you. You could feel his hot breath brushing the side of your face.

"Aren’t you quiet shy for a sex demon?" You can feel your canine and claws aching in anger and you have to close your eyes to calm yourself down.

Chanyeol only chuckle at it because he knew he won.

 

"Whoa, we better stop this now before we make a scene here. There's too many humans around guys don't forget that." Suho stood in between you.

Chanyeol thankfully stopped and so did you.

"You two can't just get along well. You always fight every time you see even the tip of each others’ fingers." Juna and Jina said in a matter of fact.

"And to think you both came from the same ancestry." Sehun added.

The three immediately regretted they ever open their mouths when you and Chanyeol threw them killing glares making them gulp in sync.

They should have known better than to make open comments like that.

You understand that the younger friends don't know anything since it is a very long-time matter.

Actually, hidden incident and was only known by close friends and family member.

Ranging from your age and up knew about what happened.

The incident took place when the twins and Sehun were even born.

You can clearly remember. You were six years old at that time when you’re aware enough to know that your only older brother

was going out with Chanyeol's noona.

You sincerely liked her too. She was pretty and smart and talented and was very kind.

You want them to end up together. Not to mention how you saw the affection they gave when they look at each other.

Your brother is a total tease but still kind, handsome, and cool.

And even though he would tease you until you whine and tear up in annoyance, he would always do something that would make you forgive him.

He loves you dearly and you're well aware of that.

He's a well know player too but changed when he started to date with Yoora unnie.

For you, they might be the total opposite, yet they were made to be together.

They were loving each other tenderly like any normal couple do until you find yourself traumatized one night.

You saw your brother return home cover in blood. Face busted with tons of bite marks covering his skin.

When he enters the main door of your house your mother barely catches him.

You stood frozen, watching as the horrifying scene unfold.

You just stared as your father run to your brother’s side casting some spell you usually hear when you get wounded.

A healing chant.

You were just staring as your mother cry in vain as she hugs her only son, asking him to hold on.

Just staring as your dying brother repeat the same name over and over again. Yet you couldn’t move because of pure shock.

"Yoora." He said in gasp.

That's what prick you up. You ran beside him hurriedly enveloping his cold hand with yours.

“Stay.” The silent plea made your brother look at you with his somehow cloudy and unsteady sight.

You asked him, no you beg for him to hold on.

But his eyes are full of apology. And you realize what he meant.

His leaving. Leaving you.

 

You vigorously shook your head in disagreement and hugged him. "Please, not like this." You whispered.

He finally drew his last breath and died in your arms.

Your dad silently cried as your mom screams her agony and pass out in the process. You willed yourself to stay awake.

Refusing to pass out even how much your body wants to.The shocked is helping you to stay upright.

 You hugged your brother's body again as it slowly glimmers and fades away into ashes.

Your brother was gone but tears never came to you.

The nightly enforcers came and investigation resulted in murder.

Who would hate him so much to kill him like pig?

Many thoughts of suspects come and go through your head but none made sense.

Until the investigator told you that the suspect was a suitor of Yoora unnie from another clan.

 

On that most sorrowful days of your life many people came to mourn with the whole family. Including the Park family.

You remember clearly, Chanyeol was there too.

Following behind his father as they enter your household.

For the first time, you saw a glimpse of the woman your brother loved.

She was thinner and paler now. Her pretty face was painted with sorrow and pain.

She looks like a walking ghost because of how gloomy she looks.

But who are you to criticize? When you look as bad as her.

 

"We are sorry for what happened." Mr. Park said and pat your dad's shoulder. Who thanked him in return.

Mrs.Park hugged your mother too making her cry again.

Chanyeol look at you and smile but you didn't return the gesture. You could almost see your appearance in his eyes.

A pale life sized doll that would break any time soon.

But still he slowly walks up to you, held your hand and led you to the garden where both of you sat side by side.

He was talking about some things but you didn't listen. You can't focus to him even if you wanted to.

You’re too occupied, too sleep deprived, too dejected and what’s worse? You’re still bottling it up.

Tears never shed even once.

It had completely left you. Like how your brother did.

Chanyeol looks like talking to a lifeless doll but he seems not to mind.

 

The investigation cross to your mind and you spoke for the first time.

Your words were not thoroughly filtered, and you just muttered what comes first to mind.

What seats right with your jumbled thoughts and feelings.

"If oppa didn't love unnie that much maybe he’ll still be with us." Your voice was scratchy hollow.

Chanyeol look at you gaping in horror. "Are you blaming my sister?"

His voice was controlled but a glint of anger can be heard.

You didn't bother on explaining yourself and let him think whatever he think fits with your words.

He sighs. "I know you're in pain but you should not blame others for your loss. You are not the only one feeling the pain." He stood up and left you.

You didn't care.

Week after the incident you never saw Chanyeol. You never apologize for what you said and never even planned to.

 

It was another sorrowful day on your house when another tragic news came crashing in.

Park Yura is dead. She ended herself.

Your family went to sympathize with the Park family this time.

Until the end they still end up together and it might be in a wrong time but it made you smile.

They are so selfish to leave us like this.

 

Your parents are slowly recovering and you're pretending to.

Maybe a little forceful and slow but still better than not trying.

You saw Chanyeol for the first time after what happened in the garden.

He was as bad as you look a week ago and you feel sorry for him.

You knew the pain too well.

You walk towards him but didn't talk and just sat silently beside him as both of you stared at the same direction.

"If only my sister didn't love your brother that much maybe she’ll still be with us."

Chanyeol told you the same thing you told him last time.

You look at him with cold eyes.

"You are right. How selfish of them."

Chanyeol face painted with bafflement and anger again. He suddenly stood up.

"You're crazy." He mutters before leaving.

The word slowly sinks in as he left you there. "Yeah, maybe I am." You said in emptiness.

That was the final moment that snapped the thread of friendship that ever existed between you two.

You never talked since then.

It even took you 5 years to have a proper conversation out of each other and what you mean by proper conversation are exchanging arguments.

You still have the same group of friends.

You still grew up together.

Both of your families are still close to each other but not you and him. And you think that would never change.

 

"Hey gongju-nim. Are you okay?" The simple tap that Sehun gave you pulled you out from your long and heavy thought.

"Yeah. I just have a sudden--- drift." You said as you started twirling the glass of liquor on your hand.

"Thinking about me?" Chanyeol's words interrupted again.

He wore his famous smirk that would make all human or not swoon. The usual cocky smirk that surely mocks.

"Yeah." You answered back honestly.

 

For the first time in a long while you caught him off guard. He looks funny for a moment but then covered it up immediately.

You pretended you say nothing and he pretended he never heard anything.

 

These unplanned personal moments happen between you and him from time to time. But none made a word out of it.

No one acknowledges the thought that both of you can talk without fighting.

You don’t want to encourage the feeling, because of a hatred that sprouted from nowhere.

Just then you notice that your friends aren't even giving you guys a fuck.

Even Sehun just spare you some tap to pull you out from the comfort of your own world.

All of them are already busy with their own conversations.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a young beautiful petite woman coming towards your direction. And by the looks of it you already knew for whom.

She smiles seductively before seating beside Chanyeol, touching his arm while she's at it.

"Hi handsome. Mind if I take the pleasure of your company?" She opens her pouty red lips.

You were just watching through your peripheral view and did not dare to look over.

Afraid that Chanyeol might take it differently. You’re not really interested with his life.

 

You saw how his lips curled into a lap sided smile but what came out from his mouth after was unexpected.

"Sorry but I already have one." He drops the smile and just shot her cold eyes. The statement shocked you for a bit but keep it to yourself.

That should have offended the female human but in contradiction it only made her drool more for the incubus in your side.

"You look so wickedly hot and cool at the same time how do you even do that?" She whispers and bit her lower lip in appreciation.

And you did the same in annoyance.

Can you people stop flirting within my range of sight and hearing?

And when I said it that way that means go outside the club so you can spare my succubus eyes and ears from your corrupted interaction. You thought.

 

Chanyeol didn't respond at all and just enjoyed the bitter taste of his drink.

His face was scary calm too.

You know that face, he's not in the mood for any shits right now and you’re not sure what caused it.

"You're not really gonna talk to me?" The girl cares his arm through his leather jacket again, almost making her moan because of the delicious muscle she could feel under her touch.

That made Chanyeol face harden but says nothing.

The woman finally grumbles in defeating annoyance and walk away from the both of you. You fought a smile which you didn’t know where it came from.

 

"Now that's new. I never saw you rejected some hot babe like that before." Juna suddenly said and it made you agree silently. When you look at your friend you know she's already tipsy or maybe drunk.

"Not really in the mood." Chanyeol mutter while smirking.

"How can the both of you be so attractive without even trying?" She said again after gulping another shot down.

"It's in our kind baby. Now stop drinking you'll look like a piece of shit later and I know you'll regret it." You said as you reach out for the second shot.

"I know. I know." She was raising the glass away from you. "I know it's in your kind but you two are exceptional." She added.

"That's right twin sista!!" Jina was already drunk too. They high five each other barely missing each other's hands.

"Tch you girls can’t handle your alcohol well. Why did you guys even let these two drink?" You asked the other boys but fell in deaf ears.

"So, who does it better?" Juna suddenly blurted out.

"Does what better?" Chanyeol asked as he look at the drunk woman over his shoulder. His brow furrow in confusion.

 

"Who fucks better?" Her face was in pure innocence.

 Like a curious child who is asking what is the sun for. Her twin sister is clapping her hands together in total agreement.

That question caught yours and Chanyeol's attention.

You look at each other for a good second, actually preparing to answer the question like it is about who's so much better at school.

Succubus and Incubus take pride at their sexually related life.

It's in their nature. In their vein. In their genes. And you rather loss to anyone but him.

 

"Of course, I do." Both of you said at the same time.

Head snapping again towards each other. Throwing sharp glares while you’re at it.

But then Chanyeol's smirk slowly crept on his lips.

"You? If you haven't notice you just admitted earlier that you're a virgin."

You scowl at him. "Let me correct that Dickhead. I admit nothing. I stay silent, you assumed, your loss." Once again calling him with curse names other than his own.

When was the last time I called him by his name? I don't remember.

"You're not gonna fool me woman. You can play with anyone but me."

"Say what you want but I'm still better than you." You said.

"This will lead us nowhere." Jina mumble realizing that none of you wants to back down.

"We cannot prove who's better with just claim words and we can't do anything about it."

"Actually, we can." Juna interrupted. You can almost see the bright bulb that just lit inside her head.

"How?" Chanyeol and you asked again at the same time.

 

Can he stop talking along with me. Your inner beast growl.

 

She giggle at her inner humor before blurting out. "Simple. You two should have sex with each other."

.

.

.

.

.

.

You surely felt the long pause.

Okay, what the hell was that?

"Excuse me?!" You snap first.

"You've got to be kidding me." Chanyeol mumble under his breathe.

Words suppose to be said upon himself though you heard it still. Without a valid reason you felt offended with his reaction.

What the fuck. You don't want to sleep with him Y/N. Sort out your priorities will you?!

"Well you know. If you go with who gets the most victim would be tiresome and long. And I swear it won't end right there and then.

For sure one of you would want a rematch then another then another and another. Besides that game sounds quite slutty. We don't like it." Jina reasoned out.

"So if you guys just do it between yourselves. Maybe make some rule about who cums first, loses. Then we can settle it more simply and neatly." Juna added.

"No." You said flatly. "I won't say any other reason just plain no."

Chanyeol's meaty laugh beside you made you stop yourself from shoving the fucking wine bottle in his mouth. It was a hard restrain.

You glared at him making sure he can feel its intensity.

"Don't get me wrong but man, you're a coward. You just say no without even hearing anything out. Can't blame you though. Who would fight a losing battle."

"You really are a pain in my ass." You squinted your eyes at him.

He suddenly leans forward brushing his hot breath on your ears by the process.

"I can also inflict pain somewhere else in your body if you want." He whisper on my ears and thankfully the twins didn't catch that up or else I'm done.

He did not specify where but you could not help but to think dirty on that 'somewhere'.

Nevertheless, you hide your real reaction with a scoff and redden in annoyance but mostly in embarrassment.

Thankfully the stroblight is covering your face. 

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you're flirting with me." You smirk at him hiding your bashful side.

He did not talk for a second. But you saw him bit his lower lip as he was eyeing the seductive smirk on your lips.

The lip bite was gone as soon as it surface. He mask it with the sudden chuckle that made you doubt if that really happened or were you getting drunk?

"You can keep on dreaming. You cannot even fight me as an equal. How can I look at you like a probable consort."

You don't want to admit and you would never admit but his statement made a painful jab inside and you spoke before you could stop yourself.

"I feel sorry for Yoora unnie. To have a namjadongsaeng as fucked up as you."

You saw Chanyeol's face turn sour. You know you hit the wrong button but he was also hitting the wrong one.

The way Chanyeol's eyes turn cold almost made you feel guilty. Key word, almost.

 

"I feel sorry for your brother too. To have an egocentric, insensitive, and loser sister like you."

You are already on each others throat. You can feel your gums ache in absolute anger.

Canines threatening to bite on something fleshy to ease the pressure your giving it. Chanyeol being that something fleshy.

You both fell silent. An act of dismissing the argument unsolve or even finish.

This conversation is getting nowhere. Why did he even sat beside me if he hates me as much as I hate him.

To pissed you of course. A voice said in your head.

Damn Incubi and all his fucking tricks.

"Whoa, the world is swirling!" Juna squeals on you right arm. Jina taking the other.

It was already pass 1 when the three of you got out of the club. Too early for creatures like you. But Juna and Jina is nowhere close to sane now and you could not let them take another minute or second inside the club. Even though their vampire blood these two are still children and you don't want them to go bersik in there.

You could not spot Jong In and you've got the brightest idea that he may have hooked up someone and left the place.

What a good for nothing brother.

Sehun is also drunk and you let Suho take good care of him.

To make the situation worse it started raining and you could not find your keys anywhere.

Maybe, you have dropped it or worse stolen.

What can a lone Succubus do under the rain without a car, with twin drunkards each arm of her?

You can handle them both really. With their petite body and your inhuman strength that would be a piece of cake.

But you would not dare to soak them or yourself under the heavy pore of rain.

"Shit. And it so happens that I love this heels." You mumble under your breath when you look down to your black strapped footwear.

 

The sudden arm that snake over Jina, taking her away from your arm scared the wits out of you.

You were about to raise your leg to beat whoever's trying to steal the sleeping girl within your grasp.

 

"It's just me." Chanyeol's voice stop you from the attempt. No wonder you did not feel any presence.

 

He carry Jina on his arm like a lady and by pure instinct she lean closer to him encircling her fair limbs around his neck and burying her face on the crook of it.

You know Jina did not mean harm or even aware of what she's doing now. But the sudden frown consumed your face shocked you to no end.

You are irritated with something and it's so frustrating that you could not pin point the cause.

Chanyeol look at you for a moment. "I'm not doing this for you. It's for the twins."

Ahh it must be it. I was irritated that I am receiving help from him. Your inner you said but deep inside you know there's something more.

You followed Chanyeol to the side alley. Giving your best effort to stay dry including the young lady you are carrying beside you.

You can now see Chanyeol's car up ahead.

Both of you put the twins on the backseat but you stopped when you were about to open the front seat of the car.

He didn't say you can ride dimwit. You thought making your hands balled in withdrawal.

"What are you waiting for? Get in." Chanyeol eradicate the hesitation inside you.

You gladly hop in and welcomed the comfort inside the vehicle.

Chanyeol turned the car on and drive it out of the place.

"Thank you for taking the twins home Y/N." Mr. Kim said with a smile. You return the gesture openly.

"Thank you as well Chanyeol."

"It's no problem Mr.Kim." Chanyeol also smile and you stared at it for a moment.

What a rare display.

 

You averted your eyes when he looked over to you.

 

"You heard me Chanyeol? You cannot hide that feelings forever." Juna suddenly yelled. Pointing her perfectly painted nails to the big eared man beside you.

You look over at Chanyeol and gave him an asking look but he's as shocked as you.

 

"And you Miss Y/N, you should hop down your high horse for once. So you can finally see it." Jina suddenly joined the moment.

 

"Yeah. Yeah. Now go to sleep you two. Thank you again."  Mr.Kim said as he escorted his daughters into their own room.

Chanyeol and you descended the stairs as the door behind you closes.

You keep on thinking about what the two just said. What am I blind about?

The rain began to pore harder again and a sigh escape your lips.

"Let's get you home."

You just can't believe what you heard. "What?"

"Do you want to walk home wet?"

"No." You said in an instant.

"Then get your butt in the car before I change my mind." Chanyeol said before walking round the car.

And that’s what you did. You race to get inside the car before he really did change his mind because enemy or not, you are not going home wet and that’s final.

You had your eyes on the road but for a moment you turn to look at Chanyeol. He was frowning while tapping the GPS.

"What?" You asked, curious by the ugly emotion on his face.

"The road on your home is blocked."

"Blocked?! Why?!" You sat up from lazily resting your back on the leather seat.

"Seems like the water had rose up. The car can't pass."

"You've got to be kidding me." You cup your forehead.

What now?

 

You stayed rooted on your current place when Chanyeol suddenly U-turn.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"My apartment. Nothing good will come to us by just staying there."

"W-what about me?"

He glances at you once. "You stay with me for tonight." His lips pressed in a thin line.

"No. I can't do that."

Jina's words suddenly echoed inside your head.

"Then take your choice. Stay with me or swim home?"

You bit your lower lip. "Fine. I'll stay with you."

Chanyeol unlocked the door looking back at you for a second before finally opening it up.

His apartment is crystal clean and its beautiful.

To be honest, you did not expect it to be that neat.

Everything is organized from the slippers on the doorway to the kitchen and living-room.

You look like a lost child. Roaming your eyes inside Chanyeol's place. It's your first time to enter his space and you feel nervous altogether.

Chanyeol disappear into his room and when he came back he's now holding clothes by his hands.

Handing it to you nonchalantly.

"You can use the bathroom if you want. And feel free to use that spare clothes."

 

You did.

You grab the opportunity and make full use of his bathroom. Everything about it screams Chanyeol.

The bathroom’s black tiles, the towels and other equipment, especially the soap and shampoo. It all screams his name.

You take the soap and take a whiff at it. It surely smells like him.

Surprisingly it gives you comfort but you are not admitting that cause you yourself find it ridiculous.

You push yourself to dismiss the matter. Treating it like it’s once in a blue moon appreciation that you’re not telling him.

 

Hurriedly, you took a bath and got dress on the given clothes.

It was his black t-shirt and maybe the smallest of his boxers.

You stare at the mirror and honestly feels like a cloth hanger because of how big his shirt is. But it still looks good in you and it made you smile for able to rock even with the least clothes you can get.

When you got out of the bathroom you saw Chanyeol near the closet. Rampaging around.

"Hey, I'm done. You can use the bath now." You silently said. You could not even voice a thank you.

He looked at you and felt him stiffen for a moment. Chanyeol stare at you for a good time and you feel like scanning yourself.

"What? Do I look weird?"

That snap him from whatever thought he is having.

"You look ridiculous." He mocked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty." You said, sarcasm oozing in your words while rolling your eyes at him.

You decided to leave him alone.

Your feet lead you to the bar counter and you cringe at the thought of drinking again.

Nah. Enough is enough. Maybe a cup of hot coffee will help.

 

You take over of his kitchen again not minding if he would find you being nosy.

Making a drink for yourself won’t be label as one, considering that you're also making some for the guy who is currently in the shower.

Time comes by as fast as it went and before you know it you are seating side by side with Chanyeol on the couch.

Sipping on the hot coffee that you prepared while staring at the heavy droplets running down outside the glass window.

He was wearing his usual black hoody and gray sweatpants. The typical Chanyeol style when he’s ready for bed.

How you know that? Well let’s just say you do notice.

Both of you shared the comfortable silence that you never knew existed but that didn’t last long.

You should have known.

"You sleep in the couch."

You looked at him bewildered. "Pardon?"

"You sleep in the couch." He told you again.

"You should be a nice host and let me take your bed. I'm a lady if I remind you."

He scoffs. "I see no lady in you. And my bed was bought for me. So, it’s mine."

"Cheap." You mumbled.

"Uncute." Chanyeol mumbles back as he took another sip on his cup.

"Rascal." You retort back. The game of insulting each other began.

"Ugly." He said nonchalantly.

"Man-whore."

"Loser." He sip again not sparing you a glance.

"Dickhead."

"Coward."

This time around you are getting a little irritated.

"Yoda."

He glared at you for a moment then. "Virgin."

You glared back. Was that supposed to be an insult?

And to make it more annoying he didn't just stop there. He continued his blabbering while enjoying his coffee.

If only you knew, you would have put poison in it.

 

"You really don't live for your name do you? Gongju-nim? Gongju-nim for what? Gongju-nim of virgins? Or maybe Gongju-nim of losers.”

Chanyeol was chuckling on his own joke which you didn’t find funny.

“You can't even be on par with me." He smirks and did not even bother to give you a glance as he place his finished drink on the table.

You felt a vain pop on your forehead and the last thin strand of resistant snap with it.

You smile menacingly.

 

"You know what I change my mind." You stood up beside him while slowly putting the cup on the center table.

 

Chanyeol look at your every move. Wondering to himself what are you up to.

"Change your mind on what?" He asked, you can tell that his confusion is genuine.

 

"On not taking you on. I can tolerate bad mouthing from others but just not yours. I had enough and I would not let you look down on me any further."

Chanyeol was confuse in what the hell is going on. And before he knows it, you're already sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"I'm gonna make you taste your own dose of medicine and beat you on your own game." You whisper under your breath.

 

He was shocked and stayed frozen for a moment before he immediately catches himself.

He did not expect for you to be this bold but who's complaining? He surely don't.

You lick his earlobe whispering seductively. "You should surrender now before it's already too late." You look down at him.

"Make me." His smirk made your blood boil. He counters your stare with his own.

"I warned you." You smirk back at him and he just shrug playfully.

"So, shall we start?" He said and grab the back of your neck to smash his lips to yours.

Next Chapter

[unholywriters]

Idea Posting again

I have several ideas and If I don’t write them down somewhere and get reminded that they’re here I’m gonna cry because I want to remember.

Mafia’s Distraction -

How do we always managed to attract the attention of those who are dangerous? Do they just enjoy seeing others be confident when you decide to put your foot down whenever they cross a line? Take your/n for example, working one of the local pups always having to argue with someone who thinks they own the bar when in reality they don’t own anything but their fragile little ego but even then there’s nothing wrong with kicking them to a curb right? But what if you’re being watched all the time by not just one of them, but two of them with a status so powerful it could make everyone in that pub keep their tails between their legs just so they can survive another day. One day y/n is simply jus trying to handle some more of the loud crowd that didn’t want to listen, some were still sober and the rest were getting tipsy before they decided to cross you, by grabbing a bottle and pouring it all out in front of you while you were serving one of the bosses. Not only that, but this tipsy male had poured it on the bosses lap. Trying to start something since he was the self proclaimed life of the party before everyone turned to look at them. Y/N was about to try and ban him since this was against the rules before everyone saw their tattoos, after all each group has a tattoo to show who they belong to and what rank they have, and these two were the only two who had the black crown with a Y and a M for each person.

Needless to say, the person was bragged away begging for his life, while everyone else was told to leave expect for y/n, who had to sit and agree to talk to them, well more like it was them coming up with a compromise, and don’t we just love those?

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Demon’s ring

imagine this and I'm gonna try and do this the best way i can without skipping over or amkinf this sound like something else.

Imagine that you're forced to live in sectors based on your race, like fairy's go to one, elves the other, foxes, sirens you name it. But the demons are considered the highest one, no one can touch them after they managed to beat the heavens in a war and have since claimed a large chunck of the earth, bur each year there's a selection of those "fortunate" to go since the demkn sector is considered one of thr richest and most loveable ace to live with "letters: being sent every two days of the person being happy to be chosen but missing home. Till you're choosen instead this time since your friends highly voted for you since every year there's a voting process to see who's the best at what for that sector and you go.

When you get there at first you see all of the glam, the joy you never got to feel and the best cooked food you ever could've imagined onto of thay sprinkled in gold dust. But then you meet the rulers kf this sector, [the ones in the video] but you don't meet them at the palace, you were walking with your friend (who's been there for what felt like ages and doesn't remember any torment) ans one by one they meet you, or see you from afar and grow interested so they play the nice card since you're from the outside and can't let you run just yet. But as it's getting more and more obvious thay they like you, you jabw these visions of them in your dreams and you can't seem to shake them off since almost no matter where you go there right there, and in one dream you're seen giving birth tk children, with a mark on your stomach tbag was never there before but when you woke it was there. And so you slowly kept trying to plan a route to leave or by trying to trap them into something, anything that woukd get you free and away from that vision becoming true And you know me this is gonna be gay because I can't ever seem to write a straight story for my life

BUT they can't seem to touch you without feeling a burn something they've never felt before after the war because after all, the angles were kept in their sector and weren't allowed to get out yet somehow, *you* were able to hurt them if you were scared and wanted to ger away. One pair was angry, the other pair was intrigued but they knew this meant you'd be able to escape so they pulled almost all the stops they could, not like flirting wise but stopped you ar every exit you coild run to and slowly get closer, talking to you either like a bride, or something else but it didn't work, since the last time you tried to run you seriously injured them and there was nothing they could do, let alone let others find out. So you were out in the water fighting off the sirens who were told to bring you back till you reached the angels, who were looking at you in aspiration. And besides the angels are the good guys, they want to bring back peace, right?

But when you started to watch them get stronger, you noticed that you were in pain, as if they were taking your energy and making it not power for power so they coukd escape but there was nothing you could do. When one day you woke up tied tk a Pole pointing exactly where the sun would shine and you were onto of a empty ball, panic settling in you tried to beg them for helo but they only started to cut you ans watch your essence and how you were getting weaker and almost like you were dying. They told you how they planned to wipe out the demons, making sure no evil could throw off the balance of the garden of eternal and how they needed to go. But of course you manged to break free, more like you had a freak out and released something thay caused thr angels to be weakened more, some were even fading away into nothingness while those let out pained cries.

Now being free you ran to the water where the sirens were swimming and knew they has to take you back home to the demons. Whike the angels started to get free from their barrier the sirens took uou as closet as they could. You ran to the demon sector and saw one of the boys, who looked amused that you were back but also terrified at the swarm of white behind you and soon manages to take you behind the walls while trying to keep you and the others demons age (because who says demons don't have a heart) But they haven't recovered from thr attacked even with jt being arojnd... almost a month that you've left and they almost manages to win before kf course you and one of them (I forgot who's the oldest in that video) manages to pull a something before sealed the angels back away With you rebuilding thr sector that was destroyed and reassuring everyone who heard about a fight and some deaths. Helping rebuild it and stopping the yearly choosing and stayed Still continuing to drive them crazy while they continue to tease you

[eleganzadellarosa]

IM SO PUMPED!!! 😆🤭💕

[callsignbaphomet]

>> Nyota People:

The Nyota are a unique group of berserkers initially made up of different ethnicities, which include but are not limited to Kikuyu, Maasai, Turkana, Somali, and Bantu people. There are also people of present day Democratic Republic of Congo, Botswana, Zimbabwe, and Tanzania that inhabit the Kakamega forest in Kenya. They’ve made their home in front of and inside a massive cave system unlike any found in all of Africa, though in truth only a portion of the population lives in that area as their real home is actually in what they call Star Rift (categorized by Oracle as EXO-R 6102)  which is only accessible through a stable portal that is highly guarded by the Nyota themselves. The Nyota speak the official languages of Kenya, Swahili and English.

>> History: The history of the Nyota is both long and complicated. Long before the village was established, in 106 CE an offshoot group of Maasai berserkers had noticed strange variations of animals in the land as well as strange mutations to the local flora that was starting to spread. They traced the source to a large cave deep within the Kakamega rainforest though once they got there they were surprised to see other berserkers from other villages and areas had also followed the spread of the strange mutations until they all met up at the cave. The cave in question was massive, it was unlike anything any of them had ever seen.

((Size of the cave is identical to the Hang Sơn Đoòng cave.))

As they explored the cave they all confessed to having been somewhat drawn to it though none could really explain why they suddenly had this insisting need to find the source of the strange mutations. As they explored they could feel the soil, the rocks, the grass, and even the wind passing by the area charged as if something was emitting massive bouts of energy into everything, even they could feel themselves becoming charged with the energy which in turn made their need to find the source all the more intense.

It took weeks, as the cave system had plenty of paths that led to deadends, but eventually they reached the lowest level which housed a massive chamber. The walls, the rocks, the ground and the roof were all covered in very small glittering and shining stones that seemed to emit their own light source from within. There were also four tall obelisks made of obsidian with those same glittering and shiny stones embedded into the stones. The obelisks were identical in structure and size (115 feet tall) and while they emitted their own energy it wasn’t the same energy that flowed through the soil and had enchanted the people in the cave to find it. As they approached the grand obelisks a portal opened up between them with two on one side and two on the other. Confused, scared but still overwhelmed with the need to find the source they began to experiment to see if it was safe to pass through the portal though they waited about 24 hours to see if it would close again but it never did. They tossed stones, weapons and other objects through the portal but nothing seemed to happen. Then they tied some rope around a few chickens and pushed them through the portal. After a few minutes they pulled them back out and the animals seemed to be fine. Eventually a few people volunteered to cross over to the other side to see what was at the other end of that portal though there was some resistance to this idea. Ultimately the majority decided to go through with the idea.

Ten people were sent through and once on the other side they were stunned to see a lush and verdant land with fauna and flora similar to the ones they were familiar with and some that none of them had ever seen before. The energy they’d felt back in the Core Realm was nothing compared to the intensity of the energy they felt in this strange new realm. The group explored for a bit and after a while returned to the Core Realm insisting that the rest follow to witness what they had witnessed.

> Father of the Cosmos: After they all crossed over they spent months exploring and eventually came across what appeared to be some sort of structure. Two massive, though worn out by exposure and time, pillars (623 feet tall) made of a white rock with moss covering most of the base and reaching about halfway to the top. Underneath them was a naturally formed platform made of the same rock that the pillars were made of. Between them was an obelisk identical to the ones at the portal they used to cross over except this one was much, much taller (339 feet) and had what looked like the remains of some type of creature tied to it. The body appeared insectoid in structure but it didn’t seem to be a massive insect. Another noteworthy aspect of this was that the structure was located at the head of a huge valley with the structure at the top of the valley head and behind the structure was some sort of portal though it didn’t behave like it. It was still and perfectly circular with a pitch black center and a thin layer of shining white light that seemed to both come from inside the “portal” and layed neatly on the outer layer of the circle.

((The diameter is 890 feet, radius of 445 and the circumference is 2,794.6.))

For all intents and purposes it looked more like a tear in the fabric of time and space than a portal but that strange tear was the source of the energy these people had been drawn to. Now that they discovered the source they wanted to know what was going on, why was that happening now and what did that mean for them. They approached the body and studied the structures but nothing came of it, however, once the sun set and a ringed moon rose the decayed carcass began to speak to the people studying the new discovery and thus they met The Father of the Cosmos.

They introduced Themself as a Maker that had been betrayed and stripped of Their power and exiled to that realm. Their body was separated from Their essence which was hidden inside that prison behind Them for eternity. Some people were quick to want to help but some questioned why They were betrayed and imprisoned to which the Maker confessed that They were the father of the cosmos. They’d created every star, planet, moon and the night but another Maker wanted the power They wielded and wanted to make it so that there was only night. Their carcass was full of battle scars and They sounded sincere to the people talking to Them but not many were convinced so the Father of the Cosmos made a deal with them: They would grant them powers beyond those that ordinary berserkers could wield, ability to instantly use Astral magic to its full potential (the magic that the gods use) and a wealth of knowledge that no other mortals had. They also admitted that the energy that compelled them to discover the realm was exactly the kind of power They were promising, all the people had to do was remove the small stones that littered Their carcass, the ones on the obelisk Their carcass was tied to, the ones all over the realm and the ones in the chamber where the portal to that realm was located. They were even willing to impart Their gift unto them before they finished their work as a sign of good faith. While the task seemed like it would take a very long time the reward was far too gargantuan to pass up so the people agreed and the arcane berserker was born. Powerful and gifted berserkers able to use magic while in berserker mode and not just any magic, astral magic. They gained wisdom that would take a mere mortal a million lifetimes to gain and suddenly they were privy to knowledge mortals wouldn’t normally have access to. Grateful for the gift the people began work on removing the small stones which turned out to be very small stars given solid form. Even though they seemed small they were heavy and a bit of a hassle to remove so the process was slow, so slow that all the arcane berserkers began to sort of form a society. Dozens of different cultures melted together to form one culture. They built homes at the entrance of the cave in the Core Realm and began construction within the realm as they’d all come to agree that it was now their new home. The homes in the Core Realm followed the same structural patterns you’d normally see in the area to not raise suspicion but the cities, towns and other structures within the realm that they had agreed upon to name Star Rift were truly out of something that could be described as other worldly. There was clay, rocks and wood in that realm just like in the Core Realm but there was also a plethora of minerals, gems and metals native to only that realm and after studying them they learned to manipulate them in order to work them into homes, items, clothes, armor, weapons and everything else that they needed. As they did that they also worked on removing the stars embedded into the carcass of the Father of the Cosmos. Once that was done they removed the ones in the obelisk.

When the last star was removed the Father of the Cosmos would need to wait to regain Their strength as They’d been trapped for almost a billion years so the people left Them to recover so that Their essence would return to Their carcass. This took a while and while They rested the people had gone to work on making their society a lot firmer with them uncovering forbidden secrets, gaining strength in both combat and magic as well as developing in a far more advanced way than any other nation in the world. Once the Father of the Cosmos was able to escape the prison thanks mostly to the help of the people who had advanced their understanding of astral magic to an almost scary level that impressed even Them. The prison was open and Their essence returned to Their carcass which was then brought back to life. The insectoid like body had been missing a head but now that Their essence and body were reunited Their head was actually a small living nebula constantly rotating in place, however as a sign of respect They took on a male human form identical to theirs and even adopted the name Chausiku. With Their powers and energy returning They mingled among the people and socialized with them almost becoming one of them though it was obvious that They were desperate for the people to hurry and remove the remaining stars from the chamber in the Core Realm. As days and weeks passed Chausiku became more and more demanding to the point of demanding that people work around the clock to remove the stars though they pushed back against that as it was inhumane to ask that of anyone. Chausiku’s temper got worse and worse especially when They saw them working on other projects that weren’t removing the stars that kept Them imprisoned inside that realm and soon an ugly side of Them had emerged and the people were becoming frightened of Chausiku. The people had become truly powerful so they fought back against Chausiku and failed as soon as the first swing of a sword was swung. Going against the might of a Maker was unthinkable so for the time being they obeyed as Chausiku watched over them like a cruel king.

> The Four Mothers: While the people’s true home was now in the exo realm some people would go between the Core Realm and the exo realm at leisure, mostly to visit friends and see how things were but mostly it was to keep the area occupied to make sure no one else would wander into the area and uncover the secrets lying in the cave’s lowest section. It was at this time that a (trans) woman by the name of Mbali was about to return to Star Rift when the four obelisks cracked and from them emerged four beings though one of Them rapidly flew out of the cave and into the sky. The other three beings reached out to Mbali and asked if the prisoner was loose to which she shrugged. She, like every other person, had heard Chausiku’s side of the story but there was no other counterpoint to Their story so they had to take Their word as the truth. These three strange beings with heads similar to Chausiku’s, except Their heads are like a star in mid supernova, gently asked her if the Father of the Cosmos was still imprisoned or not and when she said They weren’t these beings told her the truth. The Father of the Cosmos was the one that was responsible for the Big Bang event and for a long time the cosmos were a chaotic mess of life exploding until eventually it all settled down. They weren’t too happy with things settling down and They wanted the universe to remain in that chaotic state for eternity while making the night eternal which would throw life off balance and threaten existence. The Concept of Existence gave the order and hundreds of Makers fell upon the Father of the Cosmos until They were beaten, stripped of Their full power and exiled to that realm where those beings imprisoned Them and refused to return to the universe to keep an eye on the prisoner and make sure They never escape. Mbali explained everything including Chausiku’s sudden change in temperament and mood and the three goddesses asked her to call on her people.

Mbali slowly spread the word and during the day, the only time that Chausiku was indisposed due to Them being heavily tied to the night, all the people left the realm and returned to the Core Realm to have a meeting with these three goddesses who then explained everything to all of them. Having been double crossed by one divine being the people were skeptical about these three goddesses and Their intentions. During the chaos Mbali stood up and faced the crowd of people declaring that they were no mere mortals, they were now children of the cosmos with powers and knowledge that rivaled that of the gods and to be subjugated by a traitor was beneath them. That she’d rather face and fight a Maker even if she died than to be used by a destructive force they all had a hand in releasing and causing the world to end. That she’d rather go down in history as a small little star that faced a cosmic Maker bent on destroying life. Her speech moved not only her people but the goddesses as well who in turn vowed to help as much as they could. Luckily the stars that had been holding Chausiku prisoner weren’t disposed of, they were hidden away in the Core Realm. Mbali’s father was a blacksmith and the very first metal weaver who had studied those stars and they minerals and metals unique to Star Rift and had come to understand how to manipulate them into armor and weapons so he and dozens of other people got to work on forming weapons and armors made of the very materials keeping Chausiku imprisoned. Mbali’s father forged her a sword and the three goddesses took the sword and blessed it as well as taking a piece of each of their hearts to form one heart, essentially the heart of a star and embedded it into the sword giving it the name Starheart. The goddesses also blessed Mbali turning her into the very first Dreadquasar warrior powered by green starlight. Chausiku was a Maker and by rights could not be killed by anyone other than another Maker but the three goddesses would work to at least weaken Them enough to be able to imprison Them again. Once everything was in place an army of arcane berserkers accompanied by three cosmic goddesses charged into the realm only to be met by a much bigger army that Chausiku conjured once They suspected the people had been plotting against Them.

> War of the Starquake Gate: The people alongside the three goddesses went to war against Chausiku and Their army. The war lasted over a year (from mid 115 CE to late 116 CE) and both sides took casualties though all Chausiku had to do was create more warriors so in a way Their army was unending. Eventually Mbali and the three goddesses were able to wear down Chausiku enough for Mbali to get close enough to drive her sword through Their heart. Noticing that the act had injured and left Them weakened, Mbali took that opportunity to break off half of the blade leaving a chunk of the blade in Chausiku’s heart. This injured Them enough to turn the tide and the more They fought back the more They wore Themselves out until eventually the three goddesses were able to open the tear and sent Chausiku into it and sealed Them away but not before placing a powerful enchantment on the shard of the Starheart so that They or anyone else could never remove it. So now Chausiku has to live with that shard keeping Them weak for all eternity or until They meet Their end at the hands of another Maker.

>> Culture: The Nyota’s entire culture revolves around the cosmos, everything is heavily influenced by the cosmos to the point where it’s almost in their DNA. While no Nyota shuns the day time or the sun, as it is also of the cosmos, they do everything necessary and important during the night, from festivals, ritualistic ceremonies to important meetings, the night holds the culture together while the people themselves are the glue.

It’s safe to say that they, as a people, really came together during the war to imprison Chausiku, or as They are often referred to as “The Betrayer”. Taking inspiration from Mbali’s heartfelt speech before the war they have taken to calling themselves the Nyota people. Nyota being Swahili for the word star. Despite having gone to war with Chausiku and feeling betrayed by Them, the Nyota still hold true to Mbali’s words. They were born again through Chausiku and thus consider themselves children of the Father of the Cosmos. The three goddesses that aided them are still living among the Nyota and have been given the title of the Celestial Mothers and in turn each goddess took on the appearance of the Nyota themselves and adopted names befitting their culture as a sign of respect and devotion to Their children and Their new home.

While the Nyota keep to themselves they are very much a very warm and welcoming people. They love to help those in need and even go so far as to defend those that need help, they welcome visitors to their village outside the cave in the Core Realm though they ask that outsiders keep from entering the cave as it is sacred to them. This is both true and a way to keep people away from the cave. While the chamber that houses the portal to Star Rift is enchanted so that it appears and even feels like a deadend they thought it was best not to hide completely from the rest of the world as it would entice those that are curious and nosey and would pose a threat to keeping their secret of the realm and Chausiku. The Nyota have made it their life’s work to keep Chausiku imprisoned because if They were to ever escape it would mean the end of life and would throw existence into imbalance. So they hide in plain sight, appearing as mundane as possible to deter curious eyes from wandering in areas they shouldn’t wander into while maintaining a friendly disposition.

Only Nyota and family of Nyota are permitted into Star Rift. The one and only exception is Oracle and even then a Nyota must be with them at all times.

To the outside world the Nyota are known for being friendly and nothing exemplifies this more than their way of greeting family or a close friend. The usual form of greeting is both parties embrace with one arm around the other around the shoulders as their foreheads touch. They place the remaining hand upon each other’s heart. While that’s more of a personal greeting a more casual one between strangers is slightly bowing their heads and placing a hand over their own heart.

The way they say farewell is when a person places a hand over their heart and extends that same hand towards the person they’re saying farewell to. This is usually seen as silently telling the other person(s) that their heart is with them followed by “stars guide you” or “cosmos guide you”. Either is fine and depends on the person’s choice.

> Clothing: The Nyota tend to stick to traditional means of clothing while in the village in the Core Realm and especially in Star Rift. Their clothing consists of wraps, tunics, sarongs, shuka, boubou and other traditional garments. Since their roots consist of many different cultures they have taken pieces and parts of them and united them into one and this reflects greatly in their clothing. The Nyota use cotton, silk, leather and furs for making their clothes which they complement with jewelry. The jewelry they wear is made of materials only found in the land of Star Rift. You could say the Nyota are a bit vain as they take great care and pride in their appearance from their clothes, to the jewelry they wear, their makeup and especially their hair which they often adorn with gems, jewelry, beads, and even glitter made of organic materials. The Nyota dress to impress even if it’s just to go to the market and back or entertaining guests in their homes. However, this does not mean that they tolerate any type of insult towards those who do not go above and beyond to look their best for an occasion. At the end of the day it’s a personal choice and one tied to the individual’s level of comfort.

When it comes to gender expression the Nyota are accepting of any and all forms of expression. None of their clothing, jewelry or makeup is considered to belong to one gender specifically. Anyone can wear whatever they want without fear of ridicule or persecution.

> Education: Despite being a people heavily influenced by magic and the arcane the Nyota are extremely pro science and while they may live in a realm outside of the Core Realm they have kept up with knowledge of advances in science and medicine though still cling to their own methods of medicine which consist of mostly plant based medicine. They have salves, pastes, pills, potions, and even use magic to heal to an extent. Healers and apothecaries are among the most respected.

Aside from being healers and scholars the Nyota are, at heart, natural born warriors with a storied past and culture. Blacksmiths and metal weavers are also highly respected in Nyota culture. While berserkers themselves can conjure up their own armor and weapons metal weavers and black smiths are still an integral part of society for not just making weapons and armor for those not of berserker blood but for architecture and engineering as well. Even their animals have armor made for them, specifically war and hunting animals.

As children they are taught to write and read and by the age of 10 most Nyota children know three to five languages. From ages 8 to 10 they are taught of their heritage and history. At the age of 10 they start “shadowing” members of society to see what occupation they would like to learn. Most children decide between the ages of 15 and 17 and begin their apprenticeship. Some specialize in one occupation while others study and prepare for more than one.

When it comes to magic, yes, the Nyota still rely on and use astral magic. It’s virtually embedded into their DNA and over the centuries has molded them. They have no real need to “learn” to use magic as it comes naturally to them as it’s a part of them. By the age of 5 Nyota children can start using magic though parents and/or guardians guide them in discovering their abilities.

> Religion: As previously mentioned the Nyota’s entire culture revolves around the cosmos as does their religion and belief system. The Nyota are a polytheistic people worshiping the Celestial Mothers, the Fallen Constellation, and the Mother of the Cosmos.

As mentioned previously the three Celestial Mothers now reside in the Star Rift as Their home among the stars is no more. When Chausiku was exiled Their plunge into the realm broke the constellation They were a part of and the Celestial Mothers fell alongside Them. Now all four are the subject of worship in the form of being sought out for guidance and wisdom as well as knowledge and strength. They make no official ruling or community decisions for any Nyota or the people as a whole.

Each mother has wisdom in different aspects:

Aberash is the de facto leader of the Celestial Mothers and is the mother of war, politics, offensive magic, and smithing.

Nuru is the mother of the harvest, healing magic, medicine, and flora and fauna.

Berhane is the mother of the arts (basically anything and everything involving any form of art), defensive magic, commerce, education, and tonal (aka vocal) magic.

Technically there are four Celestial Mothers, the fourth Celestial Mother is named Nomathemba and She spends every single day all day and night long patrolling the exosphere of the planet. It’s said that if She were to stop patrolling, something horrific and terrible beyond the scope of understanding would find something hidden on Earth and would come to collect. Not much is known about the situation but the Nyota and anyone else who is aware of Her are more than grateful for her duty and sacrifice. She is the mother of patience, sacrifice, duty, and endurance. People look to Her for help during tough times. Though She spends Her life in the exosphere She’s been known to project Herself down to the realm and mingles with the people. Her presence alone is calming and people have said that they feel a warmth in their hearts when looking upon Her. It’s also said that She blesses those who help others without seeking glory or reverence. She highly favors the selfless. She’s the youngest of the Mothers. Even while She patrols She can be seen if one looks carefully. If you were to focus on the space between the stars, that space that seems to swallow all light or look up between the clouds on a sunny day you’ll be able to see a faint glimmer sliding across the sky. That’s Nomathemba.

The Fallen Constellation is a constellation that ceased to exist when Chausiku was driven from the cosmos themselves and while it can never be replicated or put back together it still holds a lot of great power as a sigil. It’s often tattooed on Nyota people, in artwork, used in magic, it’s made into jewelry and is pretty much the symbol of the Nyota’s faith.

Once Chausiku was imprisoned another Maker took Their place, this one is only known as the Mother of the Cosmos and was said to have been Chausiku’s partner (at least in terms that non-divine can understand). She led the other Makers in taking down Chausiku and is worshiped by the Nyota as it’s through Her that the Nyota gain their strength, power and arcane knowledge.

> Burials and the afterlife: Berserkers are usually long lived but arcane berserkers live even longer, however, that doesn’t mean they’re immune to death. Bodies are prepared by priestesses and priests and as the sun sets the bodies are ceremoniously burned with family and friends and the community present to say one last farewell. A cold type of fire (arcane in nature) is used to burn the body as it’s much faster and the ashes are gathered and placed in adorned urns that the family takes with them. During the night friends and the community as a whole spend time with the family of the deceased person keeping them company and sharing fond memories and stories of the person. While people do weep and cry you’ll mostly see people laughing and rejoicing since to the Nyota death is just a journey the person takes to join the Mother of the Cosmos among the stars. Those who have died are then seen as having ascended and joined the cosmos where they feast, spar, hunt and run across the cosmos. The family keep the urn and prepare for the following night to spread their ashes to the wind in a more private and quiet manner.

Burning the body and spreading the ashes is symbolic. The body is “destroyed” while the essence is released and spreading the ashes unhooks the essence of the person so that they can make the journey to join the ancestors and the Mother of the Cosmos among the stars.

To bury a body is to trap that person’s essence within the corpse leaving them trapped forever or until a kind soul takes mercy on them and burns the body and spreads the ashes. To deny a Nyota a proper burial is to damn them for eternity and it’s only been done to people who have shown great evil. Leaving their essence trapped in their corpse is seen as a type of punishment for atrocities committed.

> Celebrations, festivals, ceremonies: The Nyota have a lot of festivals, ceremonies, traditions, and celebrations. Among these traditions is the naming of their children. When a person first becomes aware that they are pregnant they and their partner(s) (if there is a partner present) come up with a name for the baby but keep that information to themselves and once the name is chosen they don’t speak the name out loud. Once the baby is born the parent(s) wait until night time to present the baby to the village/city/town and to the very cosmos themselves and speak the child’s name for the first time. If the child is born at night the parent(s) present the child and the name right then and there as the people celebrate.

Weddings are a blow out and the celebrations for them are always huge. Like with everything else they must be done at night. There’s a lot of food, drinks (both alcoholic and non) and dancing and storytelling (about the newlyweds, these stories are to be kept tasteful and respectful, a wedding is not the time to talk about raunchy subjects or to be gross, no, it doesn’t matter if it’s in the form of a joke or not).

There are plenty of festivals but the big four are:

War of the Starquake Gate: this is a celebration devoted to having pushed back against Chausiku and imprisoning Them back into the tear. This celebration lasts all week long and the final day is celebrated in a huge way with fireworks, food, drinks, snacks, dancing, singing, storytelling and more. It takes place on the final week of November.

Eve of the Singing Comets: this isn’t exactly a party but more of a calm reflection. Falling stars bring about a certain magic that allows the veil between the living and the dead to vanish for one night and this in turn means that people can communicate with their deceased loved ones. Every year on May 19 three comets accompanied by millions of falling stars adorn the night sky and the dead and the living reunite for a few minutes. This is often used to say goodbyes, present new family members, get some closure or even see each other again. Some people do this yearly while some don’t once they come to terms with the death of a loved one to let them rest among the stars. It’s a very personal event that’s mainly done among family. While the reunion lasts a few minutes the people taking part can continue to celebrate the lives of the ones they lost. This can even be done in the Core Realm, while the three comets cannot be seen in the Core Realm falling stars can still remove the veil through an enchantment known to the Nyota.

Festival of the First Star: Mbali was a very big deal and she continues to be a revered figure in Nyota history to the point where she’s seen as a saint. Her willingness to face a Maker alone gave the people the strength they needed to fight off a tyrant in the making and hold back the end of life. The entire month of December is dedicated to her and the festival itself is on December 21 (her birthday). As usual there is a lot of dancing, fireworks, singing, storytelling, food, snacks, drinks, and so much more. This takes place at night and at the temple of the Fallen Constellation.

Queen’s coronation: the coronation of a new queen is huge, it’s a massive big deal and all of the Nyota come to celebrate at night in the palace with the usual festival amenities. The new queen is crowned and presented with the Starheart by the high priestess and once the crown is placed on her head she gives a speech and participates in the celebration among her people. This one isn’t as frequent as the others but when it takes place it really shakes the entire realm.

> The Nyota Zodiac: The Nyota have their own zodiac and it’s based on the phases of the moon. Depending on the phase of the moon on the day or night you were born is what sign you were born into.

The Orbit (new moon phase)

The Galaxy (waning crescent phase)

The Comet (third quarter phase)

The Hypernovae (waning Gibbous phase)

The Void (full moon phase)

The Exoplanet (waxing Gibbous phase)

The Black Hole (first quarter phase)

The Pulsar (waxing crescent phase)

> Mbali and the Starheart: As has been repeated, Mbali was and still is a very big deal in Nyota culture. Not only did she convince her people to take arms against Chausiku but she was the reason why the Celestial Mothers were able to imprison Chausiku again. On top of that she was the very first Dreadquasar warrior. Her sword, whose shard is still sunk into Chausiku’s heart to this day, is a mythical weapon treasured by the Nyota to the point of it being holy/sacred to them. The sword has been passed down from queen to queen to symbolize her strength, compassion, wisdom, empathy and her right to lead the Nyota people. The hilt is made of a mix of neutronium and crushed meteorite. The blade itself is made of star stone (the solidified stars that kept Chausiku at bay) and purple starlight. Aberash, Nuru and Berhane had taken a piece of their own hearts to form one heart, the heart of a star, and used it to power up Starheart so that Mbali could have a fighting chance against a Maker. Starheart would never dull, would never rust and held within it the power of three cosmic goddesses.

After the war ended the Celestial Mothers repaired the sword using golden starlight and presented it to Mbali as a gift during her coronation. She became the first queen in a long line of queens, each passing down the sword that defeated Chausiku. She served her people alongside her wife for 110 years which are remembered as peaceful and successful.

She was so loved by the people that she was ultimately made into a saint with her full title being Queen Mbali, Saint of the Cosmos. All temples have a statue of Mbali as well as a festival dedicated to her.

> Leadership: The Nyota are a people ruled by a queen and her chosen consort. If she does not desire a consort she is not obligated to have one. Only women (yes, this includes trans women) or nonbinary people have the right to rule and serve the people. Usually the role is passed down from generation to generation unless the queen has no children or all of her children are men. In the case of no female or nonbinary children a son of the queen will be chosen by her and that son’s wife or partner will become queen. If there are no children the general of the Nyota army will be chosen as queen.

The general (title of Starborne Warrior) of the army is also a position permitted to only women (trans women included)  or nonbinary people.

There’s a second general (title of Sunborne Warrior) who leads the Queen’s Guard. An elite and powerful group dedicated to conserving the queen’s safety at all times. Much like the warriors of the Princess Guard in the Eclipse Rift, the warriors within the Queen’s Guard go through rigorous training and take on a grueling test to see if they really are Queen’s Guard material. Only the best of the best make it. The Sunborne Warrior position allows anyone of any gender or lack thereof to hold that position.

> Queen’s Guard test: As mentioned above the Queen’s Guard are the elite of the elite and must prove that via a test after a year of training. But before training can begin the individual must have served in the army for at least three years and must come with a list of references from warriors of higher rank including the Starborne general. Once accepted the training can begin. At the end of the year all potential graduates must pass a test. All warriors must hunt down three of Star Rift’s top predators which so happens to be the wild void. The warriors are sent out on foot, with some rations, water, medical kits and only a single weapon assigned by the Sunborne general themself for each warrior. No one is permitted to shift into their berserker mode and while there’s two Queen’s Guard warriors accompanying the group they cannot interfere at all. They have to fight these creatures as barebones as possible to prove that they have what it takes to join the Queen’s Guard.

>> The arcane berserker subtypes: There are two types of berserkers in the world: your common berserker and arcane berserkers. As explained, arcane berserkers are berserkers that have ascended through astral magic thanks to Chausiku. They are the only berserkers in the world that are able to use magic while in berserker mode. Berserkers, while beings of magic, cannot use magic while in berserker mode and even outside of berserker mode have a difficult time with wielding and using magic. There are some extreme examples ((Loke being one of them)). It’s not that they aren’t permitted to learn and use magic, it's just that it is extremely difficult for them to be able to use it and takes far more time and effort to try to learn to use it. When the Celestial Mothers blessed Mbali she became the first Dreadquasar warrior and as time went on other subtypes of arcane berserkers emerged. Modern arcane berserkers can be classified into 3 subtypes:

Dreadnebula Warriors: these rely purely on the arcane arts for combat. The weapons they wield are small and are made of starlight weighing virtually nothing. They usually have cloth or very light armor though the protection they give is astronomical. They also have physical differences. Dreadnebula have stardust embedded into their skin and eyes which is said to power up their arcane abilities. When in berserker mode their eyes change into what looks like a swirling nebula. They are powered by red starlight.

Dreadmeteor Warriors: these rely on magic but mostly as buffs used on themselves and allies. They usually wear medium to hulking armor and have massive weapons. The armors and weapons are made of solid neutronium. Their strength is second only to the divine and even then they’ll be able to take on any divinity foolish enough to face them. These are powered by black starlight.

Dreadquasar Warriors: these warriors are a super rare combination of both Dreadnebula and Dreadmeteor warriors. Like the Dreadnebula they have patches of skin adorned with stardust though in smaller portions, in berserker mode their eyes look like an exploding supernova. This is the only class of Nyota berserker that can switch between cloth, light armor, medium armor and heavy armor though most people stick to one for the most part. These warriors are also masters of a wide range of weapons unlike the other two classes who at most master three weapons. They are powered by green starlight. Dreadquasars can trace their lineage all the way back to Mbali and these are usually what the queens of the Nyota are.

>> Blacksmiths, metal weavers and elemental smithing: While all Nyota are berserkers and have their own weapons and armors, the art of blacksmithing is still very highly appreciated and honored. Blacksmiths use engineering and astral magic to make sturdy and deadly weapons that can cut down any enemy. From unaltered weapons and armors to weapons that can wield the power of the elements and armors resistant to the elements.

Botanists and blacksmiths work side by side and make use of the altered flora found in Star Rift. During the making of a weapon and/or armor the petals or leaves are used to make the weapon use an element or is used in the making of an armor to bolster the resistances of any element.

Fire lilies (Gloriosa Superba) are used to give weapons a fire element. On armors this will fight off the element of fire. ((This altered version of Gloriosa is not toxic though it is significantly hot to the touch.))

Whistling Thorn Acacia (Vachellia drepanolobium) are used to give weapons a wind element. On armors this will fight off the element of wind.

Giant Groundsel’s (Dendrosenecio keniodendron) flower is used to give weapons a frost element and on armors it’ll fight it off.

Thornapple (Datura stramonium) gives weapons a poisonous effect. However, thornapples grown and tended by Nyota in Star Rift come in three variations. Those that bloom in the day have a powerful poison that attacks magical properties of their victims robbing them of their abilities temporarily. Those that bloom at night attack the bloodstream quickly incapacitating them. Those that bloom at dusk or dawn attack the immune system making the victim far more susceptible to other elemental damage regardless of the armor they wear or their defenses. Placed on armors will make the wearer less susceptible to each poison. And no, all three cannot be placed together in the same weapon or armor as they cancel each other out.

Comet Orchid (Angraecum eburneum) imbues the  weapon with actual astral magic, no, the wielder does not need to know astral magic to use the weapon as the magic is in the weapon itself. On armors it resists magic.

Blue star water lily (Nymphaea nouchali) gives weapons a water element and resistance to it on armors.

White bird of paradise (Strelitzia nicolai) gives the weapon a lightning element and resistance on armors. ((The lightning is of a white color because of the petal.))

All weapons imbued with an element have characteristics of said element manifested upon the weapons whether it’s a bit of frost buildup on the blade or crackling lightning dancing around the blade. Once an element has been added to a weapon it cannot be taken off.

Ever since the creation of Starheart all Nyota have taken to naming their weapons. The names chosen are personal and can be anything the wielder wants it to be. While it’s a form of tradition they don’t exactly take it too seriously.

>> Relationship with Oracle: As mentioned in the beginning Oracle agents are permitted into Star Rift and any other sister nation as long as it is agreed upon between Oracle’s leader, and the current queen of the Nyota, Subira that just so happens to be Jelani’s maternal grandmother. Without consultation between them the Nyota can and will forbid any Oracle agents access to Star Rift or Eclipse Rift.

The Nyota and Oracle have an outstanding relationship with some being Familiars and the royal family having strong ties with Oracle especially since one of the queen’s own grandsons is currently the acting leader and set to become Oracle’s leader in the future once Aleksey steps down. The Nyota handle their own affairs but Oracle has allied themselves with the Nyota and can, will and have come to the Nyota’s aide when things get a little out of control. The Nyota have even assisted Aleksey in the past with knowledge of the arcane and magic and some have even been made Familiars. Oracle has even implemented some of the Nyota’s own creations into their arsenal, best example being a little gadget simply known as “blue orbs”. Small orbs made of a thin material that has a liquid within it that can be swallowed or smashed on the injured person’s body. The liquid heals most non-serious injuries and stabilizes those who have sustained catastrophic injuries in the field until they get medical care. Oracle has also commissioned Nyota blacksmiths to enchant bladed weapons with elements. While the Nyota don’t exactly have much use of currency from the Core Realm they’re still paid in the country’s currency (Kenyan shilling) which in turn they use to help other people around them.

> Wardens: Wardens are somewhat of a “new” group. This group consists of people both of Nyota descendance and non-Nyota that have helped the Nyota with keeping Chausiku imprisoned as They have made attempts in the past to escape. The last escape attempt had been in the year 898 CE when Sanaa was reunited with her family and had brought her family along to meet hers. Jelani’s presence stirred Chausiku and They tried to escape. Wardens usually sport a tattoo  to signify their role in helping to keep Chausiku from escaping.

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Entre escamas e segredos

Links: Ao3 & Spirit

Sinopse: Em uma sexta-feira com o movimento atípico no quiosque, Chanyeol se depara com um homem misterioso e de presença magnética que o desperta uma estranha sensação de déjà vu. Embora a face do homem seja desconhecida para si, algo nele lhe é familiar e isso o intriga. Tal sensação se alastra quando o homem lhe aborda e fala que sabe um segredo a respeito de Park Hyunwoo, pai de Chanyeol, mas só contará se Chanyeol estiver disposto a abrir mão da memória daquela conversa com a garantia de que irá se lembrar do segredo contado, mas não dá face de quem o contou.

O que o filho do pescador mais respeitado da ilha não imagina é que o homem misterioso, Baekhyun, se trata de um tritão, mais especificamente o tritão responsável por gerar múltiplas lacunas em sua memória.

[xxktnexx]

Who Does It Better?

CHAPTER 2

READ Chapter 1 - Picking A Fight

Chapter 2 - Let The Game Begin

Chanyeol's lips started to move against yours. Licking and sucking every part of your cavern without giving you a chance to breathe.

You needed air but could not pull back as he grabs your nape to keep you in place.

His lips trail down your jawline and into your neck. Finally giving you the chance to intake air for your almost burning lungs. But then his lips never left your skin, leaving hot kisses on its wake. Tasting every inch of you.  

You're not new to this. You knew foreplay when you feed on your prey's wet dreams but it's so different in reality. It feels like your mind is swimming in a  erotic whirlpool. It's disturbingly addictive.

You bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from moaning and Chanyeol doesn't like that. He suddenly bit on your sweet spot making you gasp then moan when he started to suck at it.

"That’s more like it." Chanyeol said.

“Shut the fuck up.” You fought the moan and push the snarl out.

“Let’s see if you can shut the fuck up, shall we?” He said with his taunting voice.  

You can feel him smiling on your skin and that woke you up. This is not about making love, this is a game. A competition to know who is better between the two of you.

Without hesitation you run your hands on his hair and tug on them deliciously. It did affect him, but he did not give anything away. And you are not having that.

You slide your hand from his neck to his collar bone teasingly as you grind on him at the same time. Your movement was slow and careful, angling directly yourself to the length of his hardening member underneath you.

"Hmm shit." Chanyeol moan but pulled it with growl under his breath.

You were too happy on yourself that you can draw this kind of expression out of Chanyeol.

You can feel his hard on under your crotch and honestly you're getting nervous. You can tell that his friend is big and guessing it's still getting bigger.

But your not cowering down now. You have to make him bow down.

You grind again. Feeling the absolute pleasure by just the friction of his member on your heat. You moan longingly and run your palm over his covered chest. Chanyeol suddenly grab your hip to steady you in place.

"Stop." He said out of breath.

He knew he’s screwed when he said that, especially when he heard your seductive chuckle.

"Aww what's this? Having a hard time aren't we?"

"You would be thankful that I stopped you." There is no humor on his words.

And you shiver when you meet his eyes. It looks darker than before. Seriousness, lust and something you cannot pinpoint swim in them.

You scoff taking the threat as a joke. "You don't have to be gentle with me. We're not making love here Yoda. This is all sex."

You felt his eyes turn cold and it made u regret what you said for a moment.

Chanyeol suddenly stood up making you yelp. You wrap your arms over his neck and legs around his waist, holding for dear life. He on the other hand had his arms over your ass and thigh.

He did not say a word as he went to the bedroom with you still clinging onto him. He shut the door and push you over it painfully.

You almost felt your spine snap.

You let out a squeak scream of pain and then replaced by a gasp when Chanyeol's mouth capture yours again and lick down your jaw. Biting and sucking on you fair skin living angry marks for everyone to see.

"Fine, then I'll fuck you. Twin's rule?" He asked referring to the rule Jina and Juna gave to you earlier this evening. He was alternating from kissing and licking the new hicky he just created on your shoulder blades.

"Deal." You answered.

The sweet and gentle kisses were all long gone

You decided to fight back, pushing him off you and he let himself be pushed. Chanyeol's back meet the bed and you hurriedly crawl on top of him making sure to seat on his groin.

You kissed him this time and give him hickies when your at it. You felt him flip the both of you. Making you lay under him.

The sweet hot actions of dominance looks more like a battle more than anything else. Each of you aiming to outrun each other. Making sure to give pleasure to another as much pleasure you receive, if not more.

Chanyeol’s lips captured yours again in another heated kiss. He sneak his palm under your shirt and made way to your breast squeezing it painfully.

You almost scream from the violence.

"No bra?" Chanyeol mocked you.

“Off course you dimwit. I took a bath.” You talked back while panting.

You really got to admit, Chanyeol was really good with that mouth of his. Everything he does to you was just a huge turn on.

You were taken by surprise when he suddenly rip his own tshirt off you. Even the boxer shorts he lend you did not escape the harsh treatment.

You’re all naked under him now and he still haven’t lost any clothing. And what’s more embarrassing is Chanyeol stopped whatever he is doing and scanned you with passionate lustful eyes.

But he gather your hands and pin it above your head before you could even cover yourself.

“Don’t even think about it.” He was hovering above you taking every details of you to himself.

You bit your lips. You will lose if this game stays like this. Without second thought you encircle your legs around Chanyeol’s waist and pulled is lower half down. The contact from his clothe boner and your naked wet made him groans in appreciation before he growls dangerously low in your ear.

Thanks to this you slipped your hands away from his grip. You hurriedly pull the hem of his hoody off of him. You’re not the only one getting naked here.  

Now you understand why that woman earlier almost moan when she touched Chanyeols arm. Those biceps are moan worthy you can guaranty that. You took the temptation and touch Chanyeol’s chest. Slowly gliding your soft hands from his upper torso's well built muscles to his six packed abs. Making sure to rake a little on them with your long painted nails.

“Shit.” He gasps under his breath.

“You can’t have all the fun now, can you?” Your voice made a sultry mocking tone.

Chanyeol shot you a dark look. 

You two shared another breath taking kiss and he made sure to cares every inch of you. From your breast down to your waist then legs and all the way to your pussy.

You gasp when you felt his calloused hand slide up and down on your slickness.

“Fuck, just like that.” You said grinding slowly.

“My tongue can do better.” Chanyeol said as he dove down and made slow lick between your folds.

You grab a fistful of his hair as he ate you continuously. The sinful moans spilling from your own mouth made Chanyeol’s dick grow painfully hard.

He harden his tongue muscle and push it inside your hole. Your back arch in pleasure pulling Chanyeol’s face more to have a contact with your womanhood.

You can feel your orgasm building up and he was far from stopping.

You can feel your walls squeezing his tongue and you tried pushing Chanyeol away but he pinned your body still. You came hard on his face as he cleans you dry almost driving you to insanity.

God damn it!

Chanyeol sat up and look at you with dark eyes. "You lost." He gave you his mocking smirk while licking his lips. Your juices was still smeared over his lips.

"That's only round one." You said while slightly panting.

Chanyeol crawl back on to you giving you a wet kiss, tasting yourself as his mouth abuse yours. "It should be." He suddenly said.

It took you by surprised. Did he want to drag this game long? You didn't bother answering your own question since you have to pay him back. You took the chance and flip over your positions.

"My turn." You whisper and began to pepper Chanyeol's body with wet kisses. You slowly lick his six packs like it was some kind of chocolate bar making him bite his lower lip because of how you look.

Finally, you made it to the waist band of his pants. And since you're a total prick and a tease. Instead of sliding it off using your hands you settle in using your teeth.

You can tell Chanyeol's getting impatient as his breathing turn rug and his face display pure anguish. That made your grin run deeper.

His already rock hard dick sprung up. The tip blushed with arousal and his pre-cum is trickling down, tempting you to lick it dry. You had to admit, you made a pause when you saw his thing. You've seen one before while feeding but damn, nothing beats his. 

"I'll take that as a compliment." Chanyeol's sudden comment woke you up from the thought.

The smug look he's giving you is irking you to no end. Just to get even, you squeeze his shaft and put it inside your mouth without warning. You suck the tip while swirling your tongue around it, his precum blending with your own saliva.  

"Fuck, yes." He threw his head back as your warm mouth envelope him. 

Chanyeol collect all your hair in a one messy ponytail while you're still busy sucking him off. You bob your head rhythmically ignoring the building pain in your jaw. You take his as much as you could while using your hands what your mouth couldn't take. Chanyeol is grunting above you and with just the sound of his low voice send shiver down your spine and into your pussy. Making it wetter in every passing minute. "Y/N..." He moan your name. The way your name roll on his tongue cause a pleasing wave in your being.

Chanyeol started to get aggressive, he's now buckling his hips to meet your mouth.  Tears forming on the corner of your eyes as you're starting to gag. But you fought the urge and relaxed your throat making the penetration bearable.

"Shit, your gagging sounds better than my music."

The sudden comment made you chuckle and the vibration just made Chanyeol grunt more. You can tell that he's getting closer, so you started to suck harder. You looked up and meet his eyes.

Chanyeol almost came then and there. You looking up to him while his dick appear and disappear in your mouth is a view to die for. You're as hot as hell that his mind couldn't see anything except you. But he won't let it end like that. There are still more things to do and he can't let himself fail here.  

You can already hear the sound of victory, Chanyeol's moan and grunts that is, when he suddenly pulled you up making his rod slip from your mouth. You look at Chanyeol, he was panting heavily. He may have mirrored your face earlier when you had your untimed orgasm. Tch. That was close. You thought.

"Let's get down to business." He guide your arms and encircle it on his neck, an act which you happily oblige. He lay you down on his comfy bed and you inhale the manly scent on it. 

Defenitely his.

Chanyeol pump his dick before sliding it up and down on your folds a couple of times. Coating his dick with your love liquid. You can feel it's head as he align it to your entrance.

You expect him to snap it inside you or even push it inside without even caring if you're ready or not. Fear came crushing in and you tighten your hold over Chanyeol's broad sholder. Squeezing your eyes shut, preparing for any pain.

But it never came. You open your eyes confusingly and look up to Chanyeol. He was looking at you with a sweet smile on his lips. He's eyes slid within your soul with an emotion you've never known before. Chanyeol's expression was soft, warm and... loving? You've never seen this side before. Wait... You did. When you were still kids.

Chanyeol saw the confussion on your face making his smile evolve to a grin.

Is he playing with me? You could not help but to think.  

"You ready?" He asked and you just nod.

Chanyeol placed his lips near your ears while preparing to enter you. "Just say it if you want me to stop." He whispered.

This 180 degree personality shift is making you a lot more baffled but did not made a word out of it anyway.

Chanyeol slowly ease in, stretching you to the size of his dick. His eyes was closely watching your expression.

Fuck, so tight. He cursed, fighting the urge to fuck you real hard. The way you envelope and tighten around him is already driving him crazy not to mention the expression you're showing.

You gasp in pain and the tears are starting to fall from your eyes.

He saw this and plant a passionate kiss over your lips to distract you but not before teasing you to lighten you up from the tension. "See, I was right. You're virgin. Well a moment ago."

"Fuck you." You chuckled a little then hissed.

"Currenlty working on that." He said with a husky voice while still pushing into you.

He was now fully inside you before you know it. He stayed still giving you the time to adjust on his size. You look at Chanyeol and you can tell that he's giving his best effort in stopping himself from ramming inside you.

"Move." You said and he greatfully did what you told him to do.

His hips starts to move in an angled motion. Each thrust is slow and passionate. He wanted to savor the moment, to feel and memorize every inch of you.

You started to moan in pleasure, pain is already at the back of your head.

"Faster, please." You didn't notice that you just beg and you absolutely don't care at the moment.

Chanyeol's thrust became faster that you're arching your back. The profanities keeps on swimming inside his head. She feels so good. He thought.

You can already feel the burning sensation on your lower stomach and Chanyeol was no different But both of you are denying the approaching orgasm for the sake of winning.

He pulled out from you and you could not hide the whine that exit your lips.

"Patience babe." His already deep voice made a husky turn. You glare at him but he only chuckled.

Chanyeol flip the both of you. He let you straddle him as he lay down on his back.

"Now, ride me." He said giving you that adorable grin.

"Don't tell me what to do." You said at him yet you grab his dick and pushed it inside your cunt.

You let out a shaky breath before starting to grind your hips back and forth. Your pace is constant, deep and rythmic. Chanyeol grab your hips, helping you on your action but you took one of his hand guiding it to your right breast. He squeeze your tits with your hand over his while your other limb is over his torso for support.

You can now feel your orgasm building up again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm getting really close. You thought as you look down on Chanyeol.

He was looking at you with glisting eyes. By the way his cock pulsing inside you and the way his grip tighten, you know he's as close as you.

You moan again and again. Just a little more. You thought with close eyes.

You squeeze Chanyeol's dick with your hole for the last time before you finally heard his beautiful grunt. His warm liquid shooting inside  you.

You came right after he did. Your voice rose in another level as the euphoric feeling came flooding in. You ride your orgasm before meeting to a stop.  

Both of you are panting while looking at each other. Chanyeol was still inside you when you chuckle.

"It's my victory right?" You gave him your very rare grin and it honestly surprised Chanyeol.

He sat up and gave your lips a peck. "Not a chance baby girl." He chuckled. The sudden name made a total flip inside your stomach.

Both of you changed back to missionary position and you can feel his dick which is still inside you growing and hardening again. He was intensely looking down at you.

"Now, let's start the final round." He said.

You circle your arms around his neck. "Bring it on. Big guy."  

NEXT CHAPTER

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[nyxxlikeskpop]

Kpop Halloween Playlist Pt. 2

Full Moon - Sunmi

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Can't you see me - T×T

Monster - EXO

Ring x Ring - Billlie

I Hate You - Ladies code

Voodoo Doll - Vixx

Married to the Music - SHINEE

Villain - Pixy

Turn it on - Laboum

The Black Cat Nero - ATEEZ

[iinterludia]

Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo

Sinopse: Após um acidente que o dispensou do exército, Kyungsoo decide recomeçar sua vida em outro país, buscando escapar de seu passado e encontrar alguma normalidade. No entanto, sua rotina é abruptamente interrompida quando ele se depara com um homem misterioso, alto e vestido de maneira estranha, que o observa intensamente antes de desmaiar. Chanyeol, o rei elfo, foi transportado para um mundo diferente do seu durante um ataque ao seu reino. E após 600 anos de busca, finalmente reencontra Kyungsoo. Sem saber como retornar ao seu reino, Chanyeol é acolhido pelo ex-militar, mesmo este duvidando da sanidade do rei elfo. Kyungsoo, surpreendentemente, se sente bem ao lado dele e aquele vazio que ele sempre sentiu, estranhamente diminui. Por estar em um lugar onde a natureza élfica nunca existiu, o rei corre perigo, por isso Kyungsoo precisa decidir entre cortar a comunicação com a realeza élfica e deixá-lo ir, ou embarcar junto para a Terra média sem a possibilidade de voltar para sua casa.

TÍTULO:  Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo AUTOR(ES): Interludia CATEGORIA:EXO  COUPLE: CHANSOO (CHANYEOL & KYUNGSOO) GÊNERO: ROMANCE, FANTASIA TAGS: chansoo, soulmates, elfos, terra média ONDE LER: Spirit Fanfiction ◈ AO3 ◈ Wattpad ◈ +Fiction ◈ Nyah Fanfiction

Oiê, o post de hoje é uma divulgação! Yaay!

Como puderam ver pela capa, sinopse e detalhes da fic, essa chansoo lindinha é minha baby de reestreia depois de 12 anos sem escrever uma fic.

A verdade, maninhos, é que eu tenho uns plots e outros que vão surgindo do nada. Às vezes fico pensando se o que vem na minha cabeça já não é uma das fics que eu li e acho que é um plot novo kk.

Vamos ao que interessa:

Doh Kyungsoo e o Alto Rei Elfo, apelidado carinhosamente de DKARE, conta a história de como o rei elfo, Chanyeol, reencontra seu amado após 600 anos. Adivinha quem é o mô dele? Isso mesmo, o ex-piloto da aeronáutica, Doh Kyungsoo. 

Mas como eles se reencontram se eles fazem parte de diferentes mundos? Kyungsoo vive sua pacata vida com uma estranha e interminável sensação de vazio e Chanyeol detém o título de maior autoridade élfica na Terra Média, mas está definhando de tristeza, qual a probabilidade de Kyungsoo ser a pessoa que Chanyeol procura? E qual a probabilidade do Kyung acreditar no cara maluco que apareceu no seu terreno às seis da manhã?

Para os amantes de EXO e do Universo Tolkien, descubra acompanhando DKARE, toda quarta-feira nas seguintes plataformas de fanfics: 

Spirit Fanfiction ◈ AO3 ◈ Wattpad ◈ +Fiction ◈ Nyah Fanfiction

Sim, eu joguei em todos os lugares que eu tinha conta. 

XOXO, Interludia.

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[unholywriters]

Which Teaser

Working on Innocent face, dark fantasy. And soon Addicting taste, I want to see what the fairies wanted to see next. I want to get all of these out but those will take time and a while before they come. I want to see which ones the fairies are more excited to see.

Also if I were to make a permanent taglist, would anyone want to sign up? If so you can tell me and it'll be made soon. I hope everyone gets to enjoy their choices and know that each one will be made, but in order.